01_-_The_Alchemyst

or two more questions,” he added, nodding toward the western horizon, to
where the edges of the earth were crumbling, blowing away like
multicolored dust.
Bastet glared at the black blade, her slit-pupiled eyes flaring. “My sister
has—or should I say had—a very special gift. She could Awaken powers in
others. Ask her if she did that with these humani twins.”
Dee nodded in sudden understanding; he had been wondering why
Flamel had brought the twins to this place. He remembered now: in the
ancient world, it was believed Hekate had power over magic and spells.
“Did you Awaken the twins’ magical abilities?” he asked.
A single bubble popped. “No.”
Dee rocked back on his heels, surprised. He had been expecting her to
say yes. Had Flamel failed, then?
Bastet growled. “She’s lying.”
“She cannot,” Dee said. “She answers what we ask.”
“I saw the girl with my own eyes,” the Egyptian goddess growled. “I
saw her wield a whip of pure auric energy. I’ve never seen such power in my
life, not since the Elder Times.”
Dr. John Dee glanced at her sharply. “You saw the girl…but what of the
boy? What was he doing?”
“I did not notice him.”
“Ha!” Dee said triumphantly. He turned back to the sword.
The Morrigan’s cloak rustled warningly. “Make this your last question,
Doctor.”
The trio looked up to see that the utter blackness was almost upon them.
Less than ten feet ahead of them, the world ended in nothingness. Dee turned
back to the sword. “Did you Awaken the girl?”
A bubble popped and the sword ran with images of Sophie rising off the
ground, her aura blazing silver. “Yes.”