01_-_The_Alchemyst

Josh opened his mouth and was actually forming the word ley when his
sister spoke. “Lines of energy that crisscross the globe,” Sophie whispered
in his ear.
“How do you know that?”
“I don’t know; I guess the Witch taught me. Many of the most famous
buildings and ancient sites across the world are built where the ley lines
meet.”
“Exactly,” Dora said, sounding pleased. “Couldn’t have put it better
myself.” The little storeroom was bare except for a long rectangle propped
up against the wall, covered in yellowed back issues of the Ojai Valley
Times.
More blows shook the shop window, the sound of bone against glass
setting them on edge.
Dora swept the papers to the ground to reveal a mirror. It stood seven
feet tall, four feet wide, the glass dirty, speckled and warped, the images it
showed slightly distorted and blurred. “And do you know what drew me to
Ojai in the first place?” she asked. “Seven great ley lines meet here. They
form a leygate.”
“Here?” Flamel whispered. He knew about ley lines and had heard
about the leygates used by the ancients to travel across the world in an
instant. He hadn’t thought any still existed.
Dora tapped the ground with her foot. “Right here. And do you know
how you use a leygate?”
Flamel shook his head.
Dora reached for Sophie. “Give me your hand, child.” The Witch took
Sophie’s hand and put it on the glass. “You use a mirror.”
The mirror immediately came to blazing life, the glass flaring silver and
then clearing. When they looked into the glass, it no longer showed their
reflections, but rather the image of a bare, cellarlike room.
“Where?” Flamel asked.