01_-_The_Alchemyst

“Paris,” Dora said.
“France.” He smiled. “Home.” And without hesitation, he stepped right
through the glass. Now they could see him within the mirror. He turned and
waved them through.
“I hate leygates,” Scatty muttered. “Make me nauseous.” She hopped
through the gate, and rolled to her feet beside Flamel. When she turned back
to face the twins, she did look as if she was about to throw up.
The skeletal bear lumbered straight through the shop door, ripping it off
its hinges. The wolves and the cougars followed. Glassware tumbled,
mirrors cracked, ornaments shattered as the beasts lumbered about.
A bruised and cut Dee raced into the shop, pushing the skeletal beasts
aside. A cougar snapped at him and he smacked it on the snout. If it had had
eyes, it would have blinked in surprise.
“Trapped,” he called gleefully. “Trapped and nowhere to go!”
But when he stepped into the storeroom, he knew they had escaped him
once more. It took him a single heartbeat to take in the tall mirror, the two
figures in the glass staring out, the old woman standing next to the girl,
pressing her hand to its surface. The boy stood alone, holding on to the frame.
Dee instantly knew what it was. “A leygate,” he whispered in awe. Mirrors
always acted as the gates. Somewhere at the other end of the ley line was
another mirror linking them.
The old woman caught the girl and shoved her through the mirror.
Sophie tumbled to the ground at Flamel’s feet, then crouched to turn and look
back. Her mouth moved, but there was no sound. Josh.
“Josh,” Dee commanded, staring at the boy, “stay where you are.”
The boy turned to the glass. Already the image in the mirror had blurred.
“I’ve told you the truth about Flamel,” Dee said urgently. All he had to
do was to keep the boy distracted for another moment or two and the mirror