The Alchemyst

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But I will not go down without a fight.

For I am the immortal Nicholas Flamel.

From the Day Booke of Nicholas Flamel, Alchemyst

Writ this day, Thursday, 31st May, in

San Francisco, my adopted city

THURSDAY,

31st May

CHAPTER ONE

OK answer me this: why would anyone want to wear an overcoat in San

Francisco in the middle of summer? Sophie Newman pressed her fingers against

the Bluetooth earpiece as she spoke.

On the other side of the continent, her fashion-conscious friend Elle

inquired matter-of-factly, What sort of coat?

Wiping her hands on the cloth tucked into her apron strings, Sophie moved out

from behind the counter of the empty coffee shop and stepped up to the

window, watching men emerge from the car across the street. Heavy black wool

overcoats. They re even wearing black gloves and hats. And sunglasses. She

pressed her face against the glass. Even for this city, That'sjust a little

too weird.

Maybe they re undertakers? Elle suggested, her voice popping and clicking