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languages, his infinite patience—made him a poor sorcerer and a terrible

necromancer. He simply lacked the imaginative spark of pure visualization

that was needed for that work. Perenelle, on the other hand, was one of the

most powerful sorceresses he had ever encountered.

Dee pulled off one of his gray leather gloves and dropped it onto the

seat beside him. Leaning toward Perenelle, he dipped his finger in the puddle

of mud dripping from one of the Golems and traced a curling symbol on the

back of the woman’s left hand. Then he painted a mirror image of the symbol

on her right hand. He dipped his hand in the sticky black mud again and was

inscribing three wavy lines on her forehead when she suddenly opened her

bright green eyes. Dee abruptly sat back in his seat.

“Madame Perenelle, I cannot tell you what a pleasure it is to see you

again.”

Perry opened her mouth to speak, but no words would form. She tried to

move, but not only were the Golems gripping her arms tightly, her muscles

refused to obey.

“Ah, you must excuse me, but I’ve taken the liberty of placing you under

a warding spell. A simple spell, but it will suffice until I can organize

something more permanent.” Dee smiled, but there was nothing humorous in

his expression. His cell phone trilled, playing the theme from The X-Files,

and he flipped it open. “Excuse me,” he said to Perenelle.

“You got the photo?” Dee asked. “Yes, I thought that would amuse you:

the legendary Perenelle Flamel in our hands. Oh, I’m quite sure Nicholas

will come after her. And we’ll be ready. This time he will not escape.”

Perenelle could clearly hear the cackle of laughter on the other end.

“Yes, of course.” Dee reached into an inside pocket and took out the

copper-bound book. “We have the Codex. Finally.” He began to turn the thick

rough-edged pages as he spoke. His voice fell, and it was unclear whether he

was talking to the caller or to himself. “Ten thousand years of arcane

knowledge in one place…”

Then his voice trailed away. The phone dropped from his hand and

bounced across the floor of the car.

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