The Warlock the Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel Read Online

  Too Past MICHAEL SCOTT

The Alchemyst

The Magician

The Sorceress

The Necromancer

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Contents

Comprehend

Other Books past This Author

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Affiliate Two

Chapter Iii

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter X

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Affiliate Xvi

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter 18

Affiliate Nineteen

Chapter 20

Chapter 20-one

Chapter Twenty-ii

Affiliate Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter 20-half-dozen

Affiliate 20-seven

Affiliate Twenty-eight

Chapter Xx-nine

Affiliate Thirty

Chapter Thirty-1

Chapter 30-two

Chapter Thirty-iii

Affiliate 30-four

Chapter 30-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Xxx-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Xl

Chapter 40-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-iv

Chapter Forty-five

Chapter Xl-6

Affiliate 40-seven

Chapter Forty-eight

Affiliate Forty-nine

Affiliate Fifty

Chapter 50-ane

Chapter Fifty-2

Affiliate 50-three

Chapter Fifty-four

Chapter 50-5

Chapter Fifty-half-dozen

Author's Note on Vimanas and Flying

Excerpt from The Enchantress

Acknowledgments

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Nicholas Flamel is dying.

This is the fourth dimension I have feared for so long; this is the night when I might finally become a widow.

My poor brave Nicholas. Even though he's aged, weakened and utterly exhausted, he sat with Prometheus and me and poured the concluding of his forcefulness into the crystal skull so we could track Josh into the centre of San Francisco, deep into Dr. John Dee's lair.

Nosotros watched in horror as Dee turned the boy into a necromancer, a summoner of the dead, and urged him to phone call forth Coatlicue, the hideous Archon known as the Mother of all the Gods. We tried to warn Josh, but Dee was too strong and cut the male child off from united states of america. And when Aoife, Niten and Sophie arrived, Josh sided with Dee and his deadly companion, Virginia Cartel. I cannot help wondering if he did then voluntarily.

Watching Josh—our last hope, our final hazard to defeat the Dark Elders and protect the world—leave with the enemy was as well much for my hubby, and he collapsed into unconsciousness. He has not awakened, and I no longer have the strength to revive him. What lilliputian power remains inside me I must conserve for what is to come.

One by ane, we have lost those who might have fought alongside the states: Aoife is gone, trapped in a Shadowrealm, forever locked in combat with the Archon Coatlicue. Scathach and Joan are in the afar past, there has been no communication from Saint-Germain, and nosotros have now lost contact with Palamedes and Shakespeare. Fifty-fifty Prometheus is then weakened now after using the skull that he no longer has the strength to hold his Shadowrealm together, and it is beginning to atomize around him.

Merely Sophie remains, and she is completely distraught by her brother'south betrayal. She is somewhere in San Francisco, I don't know where, just at least she has Niten to protect her. I must find her—at that place is much she needs to know.

And so it comes down to me, equally I have e'er known it would.

When I was a child, more than than half dozen hundred and fourscore years ago, my grandmother introduced me to a hooded man with a hook in place of his left mitt. He told me my future, and the future of the world. And then he swore me to secrecy. I have been waiting for this solar day my entire life.

Now that the end is almost upon us, I know what I take to do.

From the Day Booke of Nicholas Flamel, Alchemyst

Writ this day, Midweek, sixth June, by

Perenelle Flamel, Sorceress,

in the Shadowrealm of the Elderberry Prometheus,

adjoining San Francisco, my adopted city

Midweek,

6th June

he anpu appeared first, tall jackal-headed warriors with solid blood-red eyes and saber-teeth, wearing highly polished blackness glass armor. They poured out of a smoking cave mouth and spread around Xibalba, some taking up positions in front of each of the 9 gates that opened into the enormous cave, others sweeping through the primitive Shadowrealm, ensuring that it was empty. As e'er, they moved in consummate silence; they were mute until the final moments earlier they charged into battle, and then their screams were terrifying.

Simply when the anpu were satisfied that Xibalba was deserted did the couple announced.

Similar the anpu, they were wearing glass and ceramic armor, though theirs was ornate rather than applied, and in a style that had terminal been seen in the Old Kingdom of ancient Egypt.

Minutes before, the couple had left an almost perfect facsimile of Danu Talis to travel beyond a dozen linked Shadowrealms, some remarkably like to earth, some completely conflicting. And although the couple were both by nature intensely curious almost the myriad worlds they ruled, they did not linger. They raced through a circuitous network of leygates that would pb them to the place known every bit the Crossroads.

There was and so little fourth dimension left.

Nine gates opened out into Xibalba, each one little more than than a roughly carved opening in the black rock wall. Avoiding the bubbles pits of lava that spat sticky strings of molten rock across their path, the couple traversed the width of the Shadowrealm from the ninth gate to the third, the Gate of Tears. Even the anpu, which were by nature fearless, refused to approach this cavern. Ancient memories rooted deep in their DNA warned them that this was the place where their race had almost been exterminate

d after they'd fled the world of the humani.

Every bit the couple neared the round cave mouth, the crude and blocky glyphs carved over the opening began to glow with a faint white light. It reflected off their mirrored armor, illuminating the interior of the cave, painting the couple in stark black and white and, in that instant—briefly—they were beautiful.

Without a backward glance, the couple stepped into the night cave mouth …

… and less than a heartbeat later, a couple dressed identically in white jeans and T-shirts winked into existence on the round rock known as Point Null before Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, French republic. The man took the woman's mitt in his and together they set up off at a brisk pace, picking their way through the debris of stones and broken statues that still littered the square where Sophie and Josh Newman had used Elemental Magic to defeat the cathedral'due south animated stone gargoyles.

And considering this was Paris, no one looked twice at a couple wearing sunglasses at night.

ire raged through the building. Dozens of alarms howled and shrieked and the air was filled with choking black fume, thick with the reek of called-for rubber and melting plastic.

"Out, out, now!" Dr. John Dee used the short sword in his right mitt to rip autonomously a heavy steel and wooden door, etching through it every bit if it were paper. "Down the stairs," he ordered.

Virginia Dare leapt into the opening without hesitation, sparks hissing in her long nighttime hair.

"Follow me," Dee commanded Josh, and ducked through the shredded door. Tendrils of the dr.'south xanthous aureola visibly streamed from his flesh, its rotten-egg stench hit Josh Newman in the face equally he hurried close behind.

Josh was feeling sick to his stomach, and not only from the foul sulfurous deject leaking from Dee. His head was pounding and tiny dots of color pulsed before his eyes. He was dazed, still shaking later on his encounter with the beautiful Archon Coatlicue. And try as he might, he still couldn't brand whatsoever sense of the events of the past few minutes. He only had the vaguest idea how he'd concluded upwardly in this identify. He remembered driving down country roads … on the throughway … and into the metropolis. But he'd had no idea where he was going. All he'd known was that he was supposed to be somewhere.

Josh tried to focus on the sequence of events that had brought him to the burning building, but the more he concentrated, the hazier those events became.

And then Sophie had appeared. Foremost in Josh's listen was the terrible change that had overtaken his twin. When Sophie had stepped into the doctor'due south flat moments earlier, Josh had been thrilled … merely confused. Why was she in that location? How had she establish him? The Flamels must have sent her, he realized. But information technology didn't matter; she was with him and she could assist him bring Coatlicue into this world. That was the most of import matter.

His happiness had been short-lived, though. Information technology had quickly turned to fearfulness, disgust and fifty-fifty anger at his sis's actions. Sophie hadn't come up to help him, she'd … well, Josh didn't know what she wanted. He'd watched, stunned, as her aura hardened to a sinister-looking silver armor around her body, and then she'd callously used a whip on the beautiful and defenseless Archon. Coatlicue's agonized cries had been heartbreaking, and when she'd turned to Josh and stretched out her hand, the look of pain and betrayal in her huge eyes had been too much to carry. He was the ane who'd called her from her Shadowrealm; he was responsible for her pain. And he was unable to help her.

Aoife had leapt onto Coatlicue's back and held her while Sophie shell her again and once more with the terrible whip. And so Aoife dragged the wounded Archon back into her Shadowrealm. When Coatlicue disappeared, Josh had felt a moment of horrible loss. He had been close, and so shut to doing something remarkable. If Coatlicue had been allowed to return to this world, she would have … Josh swallowed a great mouthful of rubbery-tasting fume and coughed, eyes watering. He wasn't sure what she would have washed.

Two steps below, Dee turned to await back up at him, gray eyes broad and wild in the gloom. "Stay close," he snarled. He raised his chin back toward the burning room. "You see? They did what they always do! Decease and destruction follow the Flamels and their minions."

Josh coughed once more, struggling to get fresh air into his lungs. It wasn't the showtime time he'd heard the accusation. "Scathach said that."

"The Shadow'due south mistake was choosing the wrong side." Dee's smile was ugly. "A mistake you too almost made."

"What happened up there?" Josh asked. "It was all so fast, and Sophie—"

"This is hardly the time for explanations."

"Tell me," Josh demanded angrily, and the foul air was now touched with the odor of oranges.

Dee stopped. His aura was and then vivid his eyes and teeth appeared yellow. "Josh, you were moments abroad from irresolute the earth forever. We were almost to brainstorm a process that would have turned this world into a paradise. And you would accept been the musical instrument of that change." The doctor's face up transformed into a hard mask of anger. "Today the Flamels thwarted me. And practise you know why? Because they—and the others like them—do not want the earth to be a better place. The Flamels thrive in the shadows, they exist on the outskirts of gild, living hugger-mugger lives, living lies. They grow strong on the hurting, the needs of others. They know that in my new world, there would be no shadows for them to hide in, no suffering for them to exploit. They do not desire me—and the others similar me—to succeed. You helped u.s.a. to get perhaps closer than we accept ever been."

Josh frowned, trying to make sense of what the medico was saying. Was Dee lying? He had to be … though Josh couldn't push away the feeling that at that place was an chemical element of truth in what the immortal was saying. What did that brand the Flamels?

"Tell me this," Dee said. "You saw Coatlicue?"

Josh nodded. "I saw her."

"And was she cute?"

"Yes." He blinked, remembering. She was and then beautiful, like no one he'd ever seen earlier.

"I too have seen her true form," Dee said softly. "She was 1 of the nearly powerful of the Archons, an ancient race, peradventure even an conflicting race, who ruled this world in the Time Earlier Time. She was a scientist using engineering science so advanced information technology was indistinguishable from magic. She could manipulate pure matter." Dee eyed Josh carefully and connected slowly. "Coatlicue could have remade this world today, repaired it, restored it. But you saw what Aoife did to her?"

Josh swallowed hard. He'd watched Aoife leap onto the Archon and drag her dorsum toward the gaping entrance to her Shadowrealm. He nodded once again.

"And you saw what your sister did to her?"

"Yeah."

"Sophie whipped her—and that was no ordinary whip, either. I'll wager it was Perenelle's tool, woven from snakes pulled from the hair of Medusa. The merest touch of it is desperation." Dee reached out and placed his hand on the boy'southward shoulder and Josh felt heat flow down his arm. "Josh, Sophie is lost to you now. She is deep nether the Flamels' spell. She is their puppet, their slave. They will use her up, equally they have used so many in the by."

Josh nodded for the third fourth dimension. He knew there had been other twins earlier them, and knew besides that they had not survived.

"Do y'all trust me, Josh Newman?" Dee suddenly demanded.

Josh looked at the Magician, opened his rima oris to respond, but said nothing.

"Ah." Dee smiled. "A expert respond."

"I didn't answer."

"Sometimes no answer is an answer," the immortal said. "Let me rephrase the question: do you trust me more than you lot trust the Flamels?"

"Yes," Josh said instantly. Of that he had no dubiousness.

"And what do you desire?"

"To salve my sister."

Dee nodded. "Of course you do," he said, unable to go on a affect of scorn from his voice. "Y'all are humani."

"She's under a spell, isn't she? How do I intermission that spell?" Josh demanded.

Dee's gray eyes turned to yellow rock. "There is merely one fashion: yous h

ave to kill whoever controls her—either Nicholas or Perenelle Flamel. Or both."

"I don't know how.…"

"I tin teach y'all," Dee promised. "All you have to do is trust me."

Glass exploded deep in the edifice, tiny, tinkling, almost musical sounds, and then the door higher up them burst open with the heat and a blast of air flowed downwardly the stairwell. A series of rattling explosions shook the building, and cracks spiderwebbed the plasterwork. The metal handrail was suddenly besides hot to touch on.

"What are you lot storing upward there?" Virginia Dare yelled from the stairwell below. The immortal was outlined with a translucent light-green aureola that lifted her fine black pilus off her back and shoulders similar a cloak.

"Just a few small alchemical experiments …," Dee began.

A thunderous explosion dropped the trio to their knees. $.25 of plaster rained down from the ceiling and a heavy olfactory property of sewage filled the stairwell.

"And 1 or ii big ones," he added.

"We need to leave of hither. The entire building is going to plummet," Dare said. She turned and continued downwardly the stairs, Dee and Josh close on her heels.

Josh breathed deeply. "Am I smelling burning bread?" he asked, surprised.

Dare glanced back up at Dee. "I don't even want to know what that smell is coming from."

"No, yous don't," the dr. agreed.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Virginia flung herself against the double doors just bounced off them. They were padlocked, a thick concatenation woven through their handles.

"I'yard sure that breaches a fire code," Dee murmured.

Virginia Dare spoke in a language that had not been used on the American continent for centuries, so quickly shifted back to English. "Could this day go any worse?" she muttered.

At that place was a click and and then a hiss, and the sprinklers congenital into the ceiling spun to life, spraying water on the trio, laying an acrid-scented coating over everything.

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