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He smoothed the cloth flat with a black-nailed hand, picking off threads and dust. Then he placed the black-framed rectangle of crystal in the center of the cloth and gently wiped it clean with the edge of his white linen shirt.
The glass did not reflect the Elders hawk-nosed face: the polished surface twisted with a gray smoke-scape.
Quetzalcoatl leaned over the glass, pulled a pin from the sleeve of his shirt and pressed the tip of the pin into the fleshy pad of his thumb. By the pricking of my thumbs.
A ruby droplet of blood slowly gathered on his smooth flesh. Holding his hand out over the glass, he allowed the drop to spatter onto the mirror. The surface instantly trembled and shimmered, the ancient crystal running with a rainbow of oily colors. Red smoke steamed off the glass; then the colors settled into images.
Millennia of experimentation and vast quantities of bloodvery little of it hishad taught the Elder how to control the images in the crystal. He had fed it so much blood that he had come to believe that it was somehow sentient and alive.
Staring into the glass, he murmured, Take me to San Francisco. The mirror blurred, then washed with white and gray light, and suddenly Quetzalcoatl found himself floating high over the city, looking down over the bay. Why isnt it burning? Why are there no monsters in the streets? He had permitted the immortal humani Machiavelli and Billy the Kid to return to San Francisco in order to release the creatures on Alcatraz Island into the city. Had they failed in their mission? Or was he too early?
The image in the crystal shifted once again and settled on the narrow length of Alcatraz, and Quetzalcoatl spotted a line of movement in the water. A shape moved across the bay, leaving the smudge of Alcatraz and heading toward the city. Quetzalcoatl rubbed his hands together. No, he wasnt too late: he was just in time to witness a little chaos. It had been a long time since he had seen a city destroyed, and he did love a spectacle.
The color image suddenly flickered and faded. The Elder pierced his finger with the pin again and then again, dripping more of his lifeblood onto the glass, feeding it. The mirror blinked to life once more and the image of the city re-formed, three-dimensional in its clarity. Quetzalcoatl focused and the image spun downward, pulling him toward choppy whitecapped water.
A creature lurked beneath the waves, something huge and sinuous: a sea serpent. The Elder squinted.
It was hard to make out any details, but it seemed as if the creature had more than one head. He nodded in approval; he liked that. It was a nice touch. It made sense to send the sea creatures to the city first.
He smiled, showing savage teeth as he imagined the monster rampaging through the streets. He frowned and then nodded in understanding. It would crawl ashore on the Embarcadero. Excellent: lots of tourists, high profile. Light shifted on the sea. He spotted the faintest shimmer of a blue and red oily stain on the water and abruptly realized that the sea serpent was heading straight for it. Unconsciously, Quetzalcoatl dropped lower still. His head dipped toward the glass, hawk nose almost touching the surface.
He could smell the sea now, salt with the faintest hint of rotting fish and seaweed. Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply. A city should smell of metal and traffic, burnt food and too many unwashed bodies. But what was he smelling herethese were odors that had no place in the city: the tartness of mint, the sweetness of aniseed, the flowery scent of green tea.
Realization struck him as the monstrous creaturethe Lotanrose from the sea, seven heads darting toward the swirling red and blue stain on the water. Quetzalcoatl recognized the auras and the colors now: the red was Prometheus, while the blue was the immortal humani Niten.
And the sickening odor of mint in the air could belong to only one man: the Alchemyst, Nicholas Flamel. Quetzalcoatl saw them then, standing on the end of a pier. And yes, the woman was there also, Perenelle the Sorceress, whom he knew from bitter experience.
His tongue automatically found the space in his teeth where shed knocked out one of his big back molars.
This was not good, 7 this was not good at all: a renegade Elder and three of the most dangerous and deadly humani in the Shadowrealm. Quetzalcoatls hands clenched into tight fists, razor-sharp nails biting into the flesh of his palms, dripping thin blood onto the glass, keep the images alive.
His dark eyes watched unblinkingly. He saw the egg drop into the Alchemysts outstretched hand. Flamel tossed it triumphantly in the air. Quetzalcoatl howled his rage, his face darkening, contorting into the flat serpent image that had terrified the Maya and the Aztec. Ragged teeth jutted from his mouth, his eyes narrowed and his dark hair stiffened in spikes about his face.