01_-_The_Alchemyst

that you spend the next millennia in a Shadowrealm of my own special
creation. And trust me, you will not like it.” She released her grip and flung
him away, sending him sprawling in the dirt. He was still clutching the
sword.
“Tell me,” Bastet commanded, towering over him. “Where are Flamel
and the twins now? Where have they gone?”
Dee climbed shakily to his feet. He brushed dirt off his coat, and
discovered yet another tear in the soft leather; he was never buying leather
again. “He will need to start training the girl. Hekate Awakened her, but
didn’t get a chance to teach her any protective spells. She’ll need to be taught
to protect herself and control her powers before the stimuli from the physical
world drive her mad.”
“So where will they go?” Bastet growled. She wrapped her arms
around her body and shivered. The cloud the Morrigan had summoned had
grown thick and dark as it drifted-lower, and now hovered just over the
treetops. There was moisture in the air, and the hint of unidentifiable spices.
“He’ll not stay in San Francisco,” Dee continued, “he knows we have
too many agents in and around the city.”
The Morrigan closed her eyes and turned slowly, then she raised her
arm. “They’re heading south; I can just about make out the silver traces of her
aura. It’s incredibly powerful.”
“Who is the most powerful Elder south of here?” Dee asked quickly.
“Someone proficient in elemental magic?”
“Endor,” Bastet answered immediately, “in Ojai. The deadly Witch of
Endor.”
“Mistress of the Air,” the Morrigan added.
Bastet leaned down, her breath foul in the small man’s face. “You know
where you have to go. You know what you have to do. We must have the
pages of the Codex.”
“And the twins?” he asked tightly, trying not to breathe.