Favourite Part

This was my favourite part of the book, and a short description on why it was my favourite part.

Sophie was puzzled. Her magic had failed against Nidhogg but how had Josh?
He had no powers.
The sword: he had the sword.
Sophie snatched Clarent from Flamel s hand. And instantly her aura snapped to
life, sparking, crackling, long streamers of icy light spinning around her
body. She felt a rush of emotions, a swirling mess of thoughts, ugly
thoughts, dark thoughts, the memories and emotions of those men and women who
had carried the sword in ages past. She was about to fling the weapon away in
disgust, but she knew it was probably Scatty s only chance. Nidhogg s tail
was wounded, so Josh must have cut it there. But she d seen the Alchemyst
hack at the tough hide with no result.
Unless
Racing up to the monster, she plunged the weapon point first into its
shoulder.
The effect was immediate. Red-black fire burned along the length of the
blade, and the monster s skin immediately started to harden. Sophie s aura
blazed brighter than it had ever been before, and instantly her brain was
filled with impossible visions and incredible memories. Then her aura
overloaded and winked out in an explosion that picked her up and sent her
sailing through the air. She managed to scream once before she came crashing
down onto the canvas roof of Joan s Citroën, which slowly and gently ripped
along its seams and deposited her neatly in the front passenger seat.
Nidhogg spasmed, great claws opening as its flesh hardened.
Joan of Arc darted through the monster s legs, grabbed Scatty around the
waist and jerked her free, oblivious to the creature s huge feet stamping
inches from her head.
Nidhogg bellowed, a sound that set house alarms clanging across the city.
Every car alarm in the parking lot burst to life. The beast attempted to turn
its head, to follow Joan as she dragged Scatty away, but its ancient flesh
was solidifying into thick black stone. Its mouth opened, revealing its
daggerlike teeth.
Abruptly, a huge section of the quayside cracked; rock pulverized to dust,
crumpling to powder beneath the creature s weight. Nidhogg tilted forward and
crashed down through the moored tourist boat, snapping it in two,
disappearing into the Seine in an enormous explosion of water that sent a
huge wave racing down the river.

I like this part because it is filled with action and because there are many unexpected things in it. I had not expected that Sophie would be able to kill Nidhogg, and for sure not with Josh’s sword Clarent.