Secret Histories feats (Live and Let Drood)

Molly raises several shields, a "No See" zone and numerous serious avoidance spells, and claims them to be low level for her or any other mage worth their salt:

She struck a witch’s pose, and her hands moved through a sinuous series of magical gestures. A slow presence gathered on the air around us and all the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. A sudden cold wind came gusting down the hallway, disturbing the ashes. Molly spoke a single Word, almost too much for human vocal cords to bear, and the echoes of it trembled and shuddered all through the enclosed space.
“There,” said Molly, relaxing just a little. “I’ve put some temporary shields in place: a No See zone over the Hall and serious avoidance spells around the perimeter. Low-level stuff, easily broken by anyone who knows what they’re looking for, but enough to buy us some time, so we can make a proper investigation. Where do you want to start, Eddie?”
I didn’t thank her. It would only have embarrassed her. -Live and Let Drood

Molly can summon sharp winds with a snap of the fingers:

She raised one hand and snapped her fingers imperiously. A sharp breeze blew in from the open doors and rushed down the hallway, dispersing the smoke and blowing away the soot and ashes. The breeze died away quickly, before it could disturb anything precarious. -Live and Let Drood

Molly erects a forcefield with a word:

Molly threw an arm around me and thrust her other hand up at the descending ceiling. She said a very bad Word, and a shimmering protective shield appeared around us. The broken ceiling fell down, hit the shield and fell away, unable to touch us. The whole room shook as the entire ceiling came down in heavy chunks and pieces, followed by parts of the compressed floors above. Molly grabbed my arm and hauled me through the doorframe and out into the corridor. The shield came with us, still protecting us. Safely outside the room, Molly held me close as smoke and dust billowed out of the room after us. The room was filling up with wreckage from above, hammering loudly together as though annoyed it had missed its chance at us. -Live and Let Drood

Molly says there's a potentially infinite number of other dimensions:

“Life is too short to sweat the small shit,” Molly said briskly. “Given a potentially infinite number of other dimensions, an infinite number of choices and outcomes is always going to be possible. If it comforts you to think of that two-faced, treacherous bastard being still alive somewhere else, feel free to do so. After everything that man did and would have done to you, I don’t give a rat’s arse. We’re all alive, we’re all dead and everything in between, on the Wheels of If and Maybe.” -Live and Let Drood

Molly reverses a waterfall, then boils the water, then summons a gusting storm that causes numerous waves to form:

She struck her usual impressive witchy pose and then undermined it just a bit by dropping me a swift wink. She ran through a quick series of slashing hand and arm gestures while chanting something in debased Celtic. The waterfall poured down the craggy cliff face entirely unmoved…and then slowed and stopped. And then rose slowly upwards, reversing its path.
There was still no response from the undine. Molly glared at the reverse waterfall, rolled up her sleeves and ran through a whole new series of gestures, throwing in half a dozen really unpleasant Words. The waterfall stopped again and resumed its normal downward path. But even as the waters thundered down the cliff face, they were already starting to steam, becoming boiling hot. The gentle haze at the foot of the fall disappeared, replaced with thick clouds of scalding steam. I backed away a few steps. Molly didn’t.
Still no sign of the undine.
Dark brooding thunderclouds appeared out of nowhere in the pleasant summer sky. A shadow fell across the great lake and nowhere else. Thunder roared and lightning stabbed down. Great gusting winds moved across the surface of the waters, raising massive waves that slammed back and forth, sending blasts of disturbed water splashing high over the sides of the lake. And still the undine wouldn’t answer. -Live and Let Drood

And then she threatens to do some shit that's even more extreme:

Molly was breathing harshly now and not just from the effort of so much hard conjuring. She kicked off her boots so she could dig her bare feet deep into the grassy lawn. Molly had a lot to say about being one with nature, but that usually meant nature doing what it was told, where Molly was concerned. She shot me a dark look, flicking her dark hair out of her sweaty face.
“Give me a minute. I’m just getting started. I’m damned if I’m being ignored by a bloody jumped-up water elemental. Soon as I get my breath back, I’ll call up something so impressive and unnerving it’ll blast all the water out of this lake, crush the whole cliff face into rubble and tie the waterfall in a knot!”
“Let me try something else first,” I said, soothingly. “Just…while you get your breath back.” -Live and Let Drood

For reference, that's about thirty feet of waterfall, not including the lake it's falling into:

“Hello. Sorry about all that.…Look. I’m Eddie Drood. I really do need your help. Please…talk to me.”
The waterfall seemed to pause, halting itself in midfall while it considered the matter, and then slowly the undine appeared, forming herself out of the falling waters themselves. The whole waterfall bulged out here and there, taking on a human shape some thirty feet tall. -Live and Let Drood

Eddie absentmindedly runs through a checklist of Drood Hall's outer defenses:

“Why didn’t our outer defences kick in automatically?” I said to distract myself. “I mean, this whole place is lousy with built-in protections. Robot guns, sonic weapons, nerve gasses, stroboscopic lights and hallucinogenic mists, and a whole bunch of things the Geneva Convention’s never even heard of. Not to mention all the magical protections, the shaped curses and invisible flying hexes…They couldn’t have been off-line; they weren’t linked to the other Hall’s Operations and War rooms.”
“You’re not thinking it through,” said Molly. “The Hall, your Hall, disappeared the moment Alpha Red Alpha was activated. There was no detectable attack from outside, so your protections never knew anything was wrong till it was all over.” -Live and Let Drood

Remember earlier in the series, when we learned that the Droods keep a guard of undead scarecrows made from the bodies of their most hated enemies? Well, here's an elaboration on how many there are, and what their function is:

I called to them silently, reaching out through the authority still built into my torc, and one by one they materialised out of nowhere, appearing all around us. I knew some of them. Laura Lye, the water elemental assassin, also known as the Liquidator. She drowned three Drood children before we brought her down. Mad Frankie Phantasm, who drifted through bedroom doors to murder innocents in their sleep. Roland the Headless Gunner, who should have stayed dead in Africa. And many more infamous names. One by one they blinked into existence, acknowledging the power I had over them as a Drood. Scarecrows, all of them, made from the bodies of our fallen enemies. Held back from the release of death to guard our grounds for us, forever and a day, or until they wore out.
They formed circles and then rows around us, filling the copse of trees. They wore battered clothes from many periods of history. Dead but not departed, because my family wouldn’t let them go. Just enough life left in them to torment them. Because no one threatens us where we live and gets away with it.
Molly moved in close beside me. She remembered the scarecrows now.
My family makes scarecrows out of the bodies of our most hated enemies. Because we can, and because we believe in making the punishment fit the crime. Their faces are weather-beaten skin, stretched taut as parchment and just as brittle, cracked here and there by exposure to the elements. Thick tufts of straw protrude from their ears and mouths, but we leave their eyes. So we can see their suffering. Our enemies may hate us, but my family hates harder and longer. If you listen in on the right supernatural frequency, you can hear the scarecrows screaming.
“I thought we destroyed them…” said Molly. Her voice was little more than a whisper.
“They can’t be destroyed,” I said. “That’s the point. Tear them to pieces, burn them up; they just come back again. For as long as they’re needed. They’ll endure for as long as their scarecrow bodies last, and my family makes them well, to last centuries.”
“Where are they?” said Molly. “When they aren’t here?”
“Close by,” I said. “Hanging on their scarecrow crosses, waiting to be called. Don’t look at me like that, Molly. These are my family’s worst and most vicious enemies. They deserve this.…”
“Do they? What about him?”
She stabbed a hand shaking with emotion at one of the more recent scarecrows. The straw-stuffed thing we’d made out of the Blue Fairy’s body.
Half elf, half Druid, we took him in and made him part of the family. Even though we knew what he was and what he’d done in the past. I vouched for him. And then we went to war together, against the Loathly Ones, and he struck down a Drood in the middle of battle, from behind, and stole his torc. I trusted him, and he betrayed me. I forgave him eventually. Just before he died in the great spy game of the Independent Agent, Alexander King.
“He isn’t in there,” I said to Molly. “He was already dead when I sent him back to the Hall. That’s just his body.”
“But why is he here? He was your friend! How could you allow your family to make him over into…that?”
“Because he stole a torc,” I said steadily. “There is no greater crime against the Droods. Punishment, like justice, must be seen to be done. The scarecrows aren’t just our defenders; they’re a warning to our enemies.”
“He was your friend,” Molly said coldly.
“I wouldn’t have brought him back alive,” I said. “But there are many kinds of duty and responsibility when you’re a Drood. Why do you think I ran away first chance I got?”
“Sometimes your family frightens me,” said Molly.
“Sometimes they frighten me,” I said. “But we frighten our enemies more.”
I turned slowly round in a circle, looking the scarecrows over carefully. More and more of them were still blinking into existence, answering my call. Dozens and dozens of them, maybe hundreds…I hadn’t realised there were so many. All of them standing unnaturally still, waiting for orders. Watching me with the eyes my family left them, hating and suffering and…Apparently there was a limit to what the Alpha Red Alpha field could affect. Or maybe they just weren’t alive enough. At least now I could make sure the Hall and grounds would be protected while I was gone.
“Eddie,” said Molly. “I have seen and done bad things in my time, but never anything as cold-blooded as this. Enemies forced into half-life, denied the release of death, held as slaves…until they wear out…This isn’t right, Eddie.”
“No, it isn’t,” I said. “But it’s necessary. There has to be someone here to fight for the Hall and the family on the few occasions, like this, when we can’t fight for ourselves. There has to be something here awful enough to frighten off those who aren’t frightened enough of Droods. Remember when the grounds were overrun by the army of Accelerated Men? Suicide soldiers sent in to kill us all, men and women and children? We used the scarecrows to guard the perimeter while we went out in our armour to meet the Accelerated Men head-to-head and hand-to-hand. They came to slaughter us, to wipe us out, and we killed them all. But that wasn’t enough. A message had to be sent to those watching from a distance.
“So we took the bodies of the Accelerated Men, all of them, and made them into scarecrows. Stuffed with straw, hanging on their crosses, waiting to be called. Because that’s what you get for threatening our children.
“Look at them, Molly. There are hundreds of them. More appearing all the time. I don’t know how many there are; I’ve never cared enough to find out. I’m sure someone knows the exact number and keeps a watchful eye on them so the rest of us don’t have to. Duties and responsibilities for all of us. Remember? It’s enough that the family is protected, Molly. We don’t need to know all the details. It’s enough that our enemies know what we’re capable of.”
“It’s times like this,” said Molly, “that I want to bring your family down more than ever.”
“We only do such awful things,” I said, “because our enemies are capable of so much worse. It’s necessary.”
“Very good, Eddie. Now try saying it like you mean it. You don’t approve of this, Eddie! You couldn’t! You said yourself, the grounds are lousy with defences! Why do you need bloody scarecrows?”
“Because of the effect they have,” I said. “Because they upset people just the way they’re upsetting you now. I might not approve…but the needs of the family are always going to be bigger than the needs of one man.” -Live and Let Drood

Another statement that Grendel Rex will basically end the fucking world if he's woken up again:

“There is one…very powerful rogue Drood that we could call on. I suppose. Someone in Ethel’s league. The one you told me about. The one the family buried long ago, deep in the permafrost under Tunguska…”
“Gerard Drood,” I said. “Grendel Rex. The Unforgiven God. No, Molly. Things haven’t got that bad yet. In fact, I think the whole world would have to be ending before I even considered disturbing him again. And even then I’d think twice.…”
“But…”
“No, Molly. I didn’t tell you the whole story about Grendel Rex because I wanted you to be able to sleep nights. I didn’t tell you everything about what happened in Tunguska, either, for the same reason. If the Unforgiven God ever wakes up, if he ever breaks the chains we bound him with and rises…it would take the whole family and every other group of power we could bring on board to put him down again. He is the end of the world…just waiting to happen.” -Live and Let Drood

Apparently the Regent of Shadows is a rogue Drood:

“The family has always employed as many of them as we can, from a distance, if only to keep them from straying and falling under bad influences. But I wouldn’t trust a single one of them farther than I could throw them into the wind with both hands tied behind my back. No, Molly. Much as I hate to admit it, there’s only one rogue Drood we can go to. The most infamous rogue of all. The Regent of Shadows.”
“What? Hold everything. Go previous. Wipe my face with a cold sponge,” said Molly. “He’s a rogue Drood? The Regent of Shadows, the secret master of hidden information…is just another member of your extended family? No one ever told me that! Of course, your family never tells me anything it doesn’t absolutely have to. I mean…I’ve heard of the Regent of Shadows—everyone has.…Runs his own secret organisation, beholden to no one, gathering information in all the areas no one else wants to admit even exist.…Tell me, Eddie: Why is it that whenever anyone in your family even mentions him, someone else always says, ‘We don’t talk about him!’?”
“I don’t know!” I said. “They don’t talk about him! I only know he’s a rogue Drood because I used to run this family. Briefly. And even then you’d be surprised at the sheer number of things I’ve found out since that they thought I didn’t need to know.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” said Molly. “Nothing surprises me about your family anymore.”
“Smugness does not become you, Molly.” -Live and Let Drood

Remember Molly's charm bracelet, full of various charms that turned into summons? Well, here's her using another one. This one turns into a giant, fifty foot tall ape:

She reached down and pulled up her dress just enough to reveal the gold charm bracelet around her ankle. And for a moment, I actually felt sorry for what was about to hit the Road Rats army. I’d seen Molly pull charms off that bracelet before and make highly destructive use of them. Everything from a Vincent motorbike to a full-sized dragon. Molly pulled one delicately carved charm off the bracelet and held it up for everyone to see. It was a charming little silver monkey. Chapman looked from Molly to me and back again. He couldn’t work out why we were both smiling.
Molly threw the charm onto the ground before her. There was a puff of dark smoke (for purely dramatic reasons), and when it cleared, the drive now held a massive, monstrous killer ape. A good fifty feet tall, and muscular with it, the ape roared once and then charged down the drive at the advancing Road Rats. It was in and among them before they could get their wits together enough to run, and then the huge ape set about them, picking them up, crushing them and throwing them away. Beating them into the ground with huge fists and trampling them underfoot. Punching them so hard they travelled twenty feet and more through the air before they hit the ground. Road Rats tumbled end over end through the air, making piteous noises of distress. Before plummeting to earth with enough impact to make even me wince. The huge ape charged back and forth, doing horrible things to Road Rats and enjoying itself immensely.
It was all over quickly. The ape looked around at the piled-up broken bodies and sniffed loudly, in a satisfied kind of way.
“All right! All right!” said Chapman, miserably. “Call it off! We surrender!”
Molly snapped her fingers, the ape disappeared and a small silver charm reappeared in her hand. She delicately reattached the charm to her ankle bracelet and smiled sweetly at me.
“A big ape, throwing his weight around,” I said. “Were you by any chance making a comment there, Molly?”
“Perish the thought, sweetie.” -Live and Let Drood

First mention of Crow Lee:

The Beast. The Devil’s Own. The Most Evil Man in the World—and there’s a lot of competition. Everyone in my line of work has heard of Crow Lee. He hadn’t joined the Great Satanic Conspiracy because he thought they weren’t extreme enough. He dealt in death curses, human sacrifice, human trafficking, blackmail on a small and large scale…and in slaughter and suffering just for the fun of it. He’d run any number of cults just because he could.
He worked as a magical assassin for a while, as much for the experience as the money. Killing the rich and the powerful by order. He had mastered necromancy, the magic of murder, and could make the living and the dead do his bidding. These days he worked mostly from the shadows and was often accused of atrocities and abominations…but nothing had ever been proved. Crow Lee, the man who could do anything, anything at all. -Live and Let Drood

Apparently he has allies in every major political party and religious organization in the world, and is extremely resourceful. Eddie stated that it would take the efforts of the entire family to bring down Crow Lee:

“Why have the Droods never done anything about the Most Evil Man in the World?” said Molly.
“Because he’s protected,” I said. “And I don’t just mean because he’s made pacts with Hell, though he has. He has connections inside every political party, every religious organisation, and he has powerful friends, or, perhaps more properly, allies, in every circle you can think of. The whole family would have had to go to war against Crow Lee and his people, with no sure knowledge of how it would turn out. He’s been stopped, defeated, many times, by us and others…but he just disappears and turns up somewhere else, as powerful and protected as ever. His front men and his allies go down, but he never does. The decision was made in the family, sometime back, to just let him grow old and die. Because he’s just one man, and the family goes on forever. If we can’t take him down, we can always outlive the bastard. And we’ll settle for stopping his various schemes until the evil old scrote grows weak and falls apart. At least that was the plan. It would seem he decided to get his retaliation in first.” -Live and Let Drood

Alpha Red Alpha, the dimensional engine which exists underneath Drood Hall, was apparently designed to transport the Hall beyond time and space, into "dimensions and realities we don't even have proper names for":

“Is there anyone else that you know of who has anything like Alpha Red Alpha? A dimensional engine powerful enough to take us where Alpha Red Alpha took your family?”
“Not that I know of,” I said. “There are all kinds of dimensional doors and hellgates scattered around that can give you access to all kinds of other worlds and far-off realms…some of them in the hands of friends, like the London Knights, some in the hands of enemies, like the Crimson Brotherhood of Peng Tang, and a hell of a lot more in the hands of private individuals with more money than sense. But we can’t approach any of them without revealing why we want them, and we can’t have the whole world finding out what’s happened to the Droods. Looters would be just the start of it. And, anyway, I doubt very much anything out there would be as powerful as Alpha Red Alpha. It’s always been thought of as unique, because no one else would be crazy enough to build something that dangerous. And then live over it. Alpha Red Alpha was designed to send you beyond space and time, into dimensions and realities we don’t even have proper names for. That’s why we never used the damned thing until I persuaded my family we needed it.
“It’s supposed to have been reverse-engineered from the stardrive of an alien ship that crashed in a field in Wiltshire in 1855. Personally, I’ve always thought that if you’re going to reverse-engineer alien tech, pick it from something that hasn’t actually plummeted from the sky and crashed. Doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence, does it? ‘We’re proposing to send you through unknown dimensions, using an engine derived from something that fell from the skies and we had to dig out of a field.…’ Yeah, right—after you.” -Live and Let Drood

Apparently, Molly knows a blinding light spell that Walker taught her:

“Go for it!” I said. “I’ve got nothing. If you’ve got something, hit them with it, with my blessing!”
“You’re so sweet. Okay, here’s an old trick Walker taught me,” said Molly. “And no one knows the darkness like Henry. Fiat Lux!”
Brilliant light sprang up out of nowhere, blinding and incandescent, filling the whole chamber and throwing back all the darkness. The shadows couldn’t stand against it and were blasted out of existence in a moment. Molly’s shimmering screen was gone, replaced by pure light, and there wasn’t a bit of darkness anywhere. The light reached a peak almost unbearable to human eyes, even through my face mask, and then began to fade. At the farthest edges of the chamber, shadows started to stir again.
“The Glass!” Molly said urgently. “We need the Merlin Glass!” -Live and Let Drood

Crow Lee sends an army of undead after Eddie and Molly:

Dark shadows, slow-moving human forms, stumbling forward on dragging feet, scraping across the wooden floorboards, appeared in the fog before Molly and me. They were almost upon us now. Not ghosts, not any form of projected image or any kind of illusion. These were solid, physical things. Dead men emerging slowly out of the fog. Dead men walking.
Once I got a good look at them, I knew immediately what they were. Not ghosts or even zombies, but spirits of the dead called up out of the sea and given their old shape and form to do their master’s will. Or what was left of them after so long in the depths. Disturbed from their rest and animated by some terrible outside will. Crow Lee. Had to be. There were dozens of the things, maybe hundreds, shuffling and stumbling forward to confront Molly and me. Grey and bloated, flesh eaten away by fishes and all the other things that live at the bottom of the sea that we don’t like to think about. Some bodies had clearly been down there longer than others; just bare bones, held together with strips of ancient flesh and tatters of decayed clothing. The faces were the worst: rotten, eaten away, eyes and ears and nose and lips just gone…but they could still see Molly and me. Every dead body oriented on us as they pressed forward. They could see us. They knew where we were. -Live and Let Drood

Some more examples of Molly's offensive magic:

Inevitably, some of the dead got past me, ignoring me to head straight for Molly. Probably seeing her as an easier target. More fools, them. I caught glimpses of Molly through the fog as I fought, her standing her ground, her face calm and thoughtful as she lashed out at them with all the magics at her command. She called lightning and it stabbed down through the fog, blasting bodies into pieces and setting others on fire. But some of them were so damp, so saturated with water from their time in the sea, the flames couldn’t get a hold. Steam boiled off them, but they kept going. She gestured sharply, and some of the dead just exploded, chunks of rotting flesh flying through the air like soft shrapnel. The explosive spells worked well, but I knew how much that kind of magic took out of Molly. She could only target one dead man at a time. And there were so very many of them.… -Live and Let Drood

The power Crow Lee imbued the undead with allows them to slowly wear down Molly Metcalf's magic forcefield:

She threw up a shimmering protective screen between them and her, and the dead men hesitated. Molly forced out a series of powerful Words, and the base of her screen dug deep into the floorboards, securing it in place. It had been powerful enough to hold off the shades in Egypt, but the raised dead were more solid. They pressed right up against the protective screen, throwing all their weight against it, and as more and more joined in, they slowly forced the shimmering screen back inch by inch. The screen’s energies burnt dead flesh where it touched, but they didn’t care. They couldn’t feel it. They forced the screen back through sheer weight of numbers, and Molly had no choice but to back away before it.
The dead shouldn’t have been able to do that. They were just bodies. But Crow Lee had put a power in them that would not be denied.…
And it happened that I looked back just at the moment when the screen collapsed and the dead surged forward, reaching out for Molly. -Live and Let Drood

Molly summons a wind that blows away the dog sustaining Crow Lee's undead minions:

And Molly came through. She carefully pronounced one really powerful Word, and a roaring wind came hammering down the Pier and swept the whole damned fog away. The wind blasted the fog right off the Pier and sent it back out across the sea…and without its support the dead couldn’t stay. They just faded away as the last of the fog dispersed and the raging wind swept the whole Pier clean. -Live and Let Drood

Just so we're clear, this was a -lot- of fog, enough to cover the entire end of a pier and then some:

The fog swelled towards us like the waves of a silent pearl grey sea. The whole end of the Pier was gone now, swallowed up by the fog. I could just make out the dark shape of the fake haunted house to my right. New lights were showing in the windows: dark green glows, like the phosphorescent light you find on shipwrecks at the bottom of the sea. Dark silhouettes, distorted human shapes, moved slowly past the windows. Something bad peered at me from the illuminated doorway. -Live and Let Drood

Some elaboration on the Department of the Uncanny:

“I know the name,” said Molly.
“Then you’re ahead of most people,” I said. “It’s one of those very old, very secret, secret organisations that the government won’t even admit exists. Originally founded by Dr. Dee, Queen Elizabeth I’s unofficial spymaster and magician general, alongside the more specialised Carnacki Institute. The Department of the Uncanny’s remit is to defend the Realm from supernatural attacks, from within as well as without. More by gathering information and organising other people than by getting involved themselves. Mostly. It is possible they were originally put in place as an answer to the Droods, if we should ever get out of hand. On the grounds that the Department could always be relied on to put England’s interests first.” -Live and Let Drood

“Tell me more about the Department of the Uncanny,” said Molly, staring straight ahead. “Suddenly that seems like a lot safer conversation.”
“Okay,” I said. “They’re basically an information-gathering organisation, evaluating all kinds of data gleaned from every corner of the hidden world to see if it poses any threat. They share information with a great many other organisations, and take occasional action on their own. They have an excellent reputation. I never had any direct dealings with them myself back when I was just the local field agent. As part of the Establishment, that made them part of Matthew’s territory." -Live and Let Drood

The protections around Buckingham Palace (because why not?):

With the Drood torc at my throat, I can See the world as it really is and not as most people think it is. Though mostly I choose not to, for my own peace of mind. With the Sight, Buckingham Palace and its immediate surroundings all but disappeared under layer upon layer of powerful protections: overlapping screens and shields and deadly defences laid down over centuries.
“Okay,” said Molly, after a while. “Those…are serious protections. How the hell did that burglar get in? You know, the one who just wandered around till he ended up in the queen’s bedroom and she had to call for help?”
“Simple answer: He didn’t,” I said. “They let him in. To make the rest of the world think they only had standard protections. Anyone who tried to follow in that guy’s footsteps got flash-fried into free-floating atoms for some time afterwards.” -Live and Let Drood

Catherine Latimer, head of the Carnacki Institute, bodies Eddie and Molly pretty easily:

“Right now I’m here to ask for your help.”
It was Latimer’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “Really? And just why would I want to do that?”
I leaned forward across her desk and showed her my hand encased in a golden gauntlet. Vicious barbed spikes rose out of the clenched metal fingers.
Catherine Latimer smiled briefly. “Typical Drood.”
She didn’t speak a Word or even gesture, just looked at me in a certain way and an invisible force snatched me up and held me tightly in its grasp. I fought against it but couldn’t move a muscle. I was picked up off my feet, lifted up into the air, spun around several times and then slammed, spread-eagled, against the ceiling, looking down. I called for my armour but it didn’t come. The boss had cut me off from my torc. I hadn’t thought that was possible.
Molly started forward the moment she saw what was happening to me. The boss fixed her with a certain look, and Molly froze in place, locked between one movement and the next, in a stance that looked excruciatingly uncomfortable. Her face strained, her eyes full of silent fury, but she couldn’t move a muscle. Any more than I could. The shillelagh slipped out of her paralysed hand and fell to the floor. Catherine Latimer allowed herself a brief smile.
“You don’t spend as much time as I have operating in the hidden world, in any number of influential capacities, without picking up a useful trick or two. Never bait the bear in her cave, children. If I let you both down, will you behave?”
“Almost certainly,” I said from the ceiling.
Molly managed a more or less compliant grunt.
The boss sat back in her chair and drew deeply on her cigarette holder. I fell down from the ceiling, only just managing to get my feet under me in time. I also only just managed to grab Molly by the shoulder as she lunged forward again. I wrestled her to a halt, murmuring urgently in her ear, and she finally stopped. She shrugged sulkily and turned her back on the boss and me. -Live and Let Drood

Some more elaboration on the Department of the Uncanny:

“The Department exists to keep an eye on the hidden world,” I said. “To find out and know everything that matters about those aspects of the supernatural world that might pose a threat. Or at the very least, to know as much as possible. Because everything is always changing in the hidden world. Which is why the Department’s agents are always so busy, overworked and just a bit twitchy. The Department then passes the relevant data on to those best able to make use of it, or at least to those the government of the day approves of. The Ghost Finders, the SAS combat sorcerers, the London Knights…even the Droods; after they’ve tried everything else, including prayer, and closing their eyes and just hoping it all goes away. Governments have always hated going cap in hand to my family.”
“Gosh,” said Molly, “I can’t think why. Could it be because you always want something really hefty in return?”
“Who’s telling this?” I said. “The Department of the Uncanny is part of the Establishment, though they like to say they’re separate from it. But then, everyone in the Establishment likes to think that. Helps them sleep better at night. Catherine Latimer told me that Big Ben is the real London Eye, the Eye on the outer worlds. That the clock faces are just a disguise, a distraction. Because apparently someone or something lives at the top of the tower and Sees all and knows all.”
“Like Madame O?” said Molly.
“Rather more clearly, one hopes,” I said. “The Department gathers most of its information through field agents. They work in the shadows, as shadows, entirely undetected. No one knows who they are.”
“Not even each other?”
“Must make for some stilted conversations in the staff canteen. And then there are the special agents, not unlike Drood field agents, for when something must be done. Usually in a hurry.”
“I suppose no one knows who they are, either,” said Molly.
“Got it in one! In fact, there are those who have been known to suggest that these Special Agents may not exist at all. Just smoke and mirrors to fool all the other secret organisations into taking the Department of the Uncanny more seriously.”
“Don’t the Droods know?”
“Oh, I’m sure someone in the family did,” I said, and then stopped to correct myself. “I’m sure someone does. We always make it a point to know the things that no one else knows. Knowledge is ammunition in the hidden world of secret organisations.” -Live and Let Drood

Apparently Crow Lee has pacts with both Heaven and Hell:

“If the Droods knew what Crow Lee was, why didn’t they take him down? Connections in high places shouldn’t have been any obstacle to your family.”
“Crow Lee’s connections aren’t just with the Thrones of this World,” I said patiently. “We’re not just talking about the everyday movers and shakers of politics and big business. Though he certainly has enough of them by the balls…No, Crow Lee made compacts with Above and Below, long ago. With the Houses of Pain and the Shimmering Plains, trading them…something they wanted in return for power and protection. And, no, we don’t know what the deal involved.” I looked at the Regent hopefully, but he just shook his head briefly. -Live and Let Drood

The Regent of Shadows is perfectly fine after being shot in the chest:

“I didn’t call you, Miss Mitchell,” said the Regent. “And this really isn’t a good time.…”
“Crow Lee sends his regards,” said Miss Mitchell, the pleasant and plain middle-aged woman in the cheap dress. She raised the Luger at her side and shot the Regent three times in the chest. I cried out as the impact of the bullets threw him right out of his chair. -Live and Let Drood

[...]

“Oh, Eddie. I’m so sorry about your grandfather. You’d only just found him again.…”
“I will avenge him,” I said flatly. “I will kill Crow Lee and everyone who stands with him. I’ve always been able to do that much for my family.”
“No need for that, thank you,” said the Regent, getting stiffly back onto his feet again. He brushed vaguely at his clothes and then shook himself briskly. Molly and I looked at him blankly, and he grinned. -Live and Let Drood

The Regent has Kayleigh's Eye fused to his chest. It grants him complete immortality:

“But…you don’t have Drood armour anymore!” I said. “You said…”
“I don’t,” said the Regent. “So I had to improvise. I knew all kinds of people would be gunning for me once I’d left Drood Hall, so I made…other arrangements.” He undid the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it open to reveal a large glowing amulet on his chest, apparently fused directly to his skin. There was a large golden eye in the centre of the amulet, and it glared at me unblinkingly. I stirred uneasily. It could see me. I could tell. The Regent tapped the amulet proudly, and then buttoned up his shirt again. “Kayleigh’s Eye, a very old and very potent thing from Somewhere Else. Absolutely guaranteed to protect the wearer from any and all forms of attack. You wouldn’t believe what I had to give the previous owner in exchange.”
“Hold everything,” said Molly. “Last I heard, Kayleigh’s Eye was in the Nightside, very firmly owned by the Salvation Army Sisterhood.”
The Regent just smiled at her. “Kayleigh had more than one eye.” -Live and Let Drood

Apparently the Twilight Teardrop offers protections even Kayleigh's Eye can't match, and can protect the wearer from something as powerful as a point-blank thermo nuke explosion:

Molly looked at the expression on my face and patted me fondly on one cheek. “Will you relax, Eddie? I’m wearing the Twilight Teardrop, remember? Guaranteed personal protection, on levels even Kayleigh’s Eye has never heard of! You could set off a thermo nuke right in front of me, and I wouldn’t even be bothered by the bright light.”
“That’s the Twilight Teardrop?” said the Regent, leaning forward to inspect the ruby stone pendant with new interest. One look into its bloodred depths was enough, and he immediately retreated to a safe distance. “Such a small thing,” he said, “to be so powerful and so thoroughly cursed. I’ve always said the best way to make use of that thing would be to make a gift of it to someone you really didn’t like. And then leave the country until all the unpleasantness was over.” -Live and Let Drood

The Merlin Glass can travel across time as well as space:

“If we just drop in on him now, he’ll have all kinds of defences ready and waiting for us. I’ve got a better idea. The Merlin Glass operates in time as well as space. You might remember, Molly, that during out recent side trip to foreign parts, the Glass returned us to the exact moment in time and space that we left from. Therefore…”
“Hold everything,” said Molly. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Time travel!” said Diana, clapping her hands together excitedly. “You’re talking about time travel, aren’t you?”
“I was going to say that!” said Molly, sulking. She glared at Diana. “Don’t you have somewhere else you ought to be?”
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” said Diana. -Live and Let Drood

Molly can use shaped curses that cause guns to explode:

Molly was quickly there with me, darting back and forth, smiling happily as she threw shaped curses that made guns blow up in their owners’ faces and punching in the odd head here and there, for the good of her soul. -Live and Let Drood

The Merlin Glass can generate powerful aversion fields around the dimensional doorways it creates:

“No one else is paying any attention to the big dimensional door hanging in midair,” said Molly, peering quickly about her. “The Glass is pumping out a really heavy-duty, don’t-look-at-me aversion field. I didn’t know the Merlin Glass could do that. Could the old Merlin Glass do that?”
“Beats the hell out of me,” I said. “But this new version is certainly keen to show off all the clever tricks it can do. Very eager to please…”
“Do you find that as worrying as I do?” said Molly.
“Oh, at least,” I said. -Live and Let Drood

The gate to Crow Lee's hideout is surrounded by extremely powerful protections, to the point that a mistake in diffusing them could result in half the surrounding countryside being wiped out:

I turned off the engine and got out. Molly was quickly out of her seat, too, and we moved forward together to study the tall iron gates, while being very careful to maintain a respectful distance. I raised my Sight and had to fight down the urge to retreat several steps in a hurry. Layer upon layer of protections hung in the air: protective screens and force shields, magic and science combining to create a defence greater than the sum of its parts. They crawled slowly over one another, glowing with the kind of attenuated soft colours you find sliding across the surface of soap bubbles. Only more dangerous. There were enough defensive energies stored in the shields to rule out any thought of defusing them. Get one step wrong and the resulting blast would wipe out half the surrounding countryside. -Live and Let Drood

Take this one however you will:

“Given that Crow Lee has to have been contemplating that very possibility for some time,” I said, “I think not. He could interrupt our journey and send us somewhere else. Or just hold us there, trapped between places, forever.”
“Yeah…” said Molly. “That’s what I’d do. So, how are we going to get in?” -Live and Let Drood

Molly stops a bunch of bullets with a protecti protective screen, then summons a storm wind to going around her attackers:

She strode deliberately into the hail of bullets. All the soldiers were firing at us now, the roar of automatic weaponry deafening at such close range. Molly had a protective screen firmly in place that gathered up all the bullets that came at her and held them in midair, hovering before her. One by one the soldiers stopped firing, lowered their weapons and just stood there, looking at her in a dazed and demoralised sort of way. Molly snapped her fingers once and all the bullets dropped out of the air to bounce lightly on the grass at her feet.
And while the mercenary soldiers were coping with that, Molly raised her hands in the stance of summoning, forced out a few really nasty Words, and a great storm wind rose out of nowhere and came sweeping across the open lawns, howling and buffeting and blasting through anything that got in its way. It picked up the soldiers and threw them about like an angry child. They went flying this way and that, tumbling end over end before crashing to earth again some distance away. The roaring wind picked up the abstract sculptures and smashed them against one another, uprooting the smaller hedge creatures and sending them bobbing and tumbling across the lawns. Molly brought her arms down sharply, and the wind broke off abruptly. -Live and Let Drood

Molly summons lightning bolts with a snap of her fingers, striking down six soldiers:

Half a dozen soldiers had dug in, hanging on to the heavier statues. Molly snapped her fingers briskly and lightning bolts stabbed down to incinerate the mercenaries. Black smoke and the smell of roast pork carried across the grounds on a gusting breeze. -Live and Let Drood

Some minor elaboration on what a Hand of Glory is used for:

A Hand of Glory can uncover any secret, open any lock, take command of any magic. The soldier tried to use the Hand’s power to take control of my armour away from me and force it back into my torc. -Live and Let Drood

A bullet punches through Molly's shields, only to be stopped by the last one:

The sniper hidden in the row of trees at the other end of the grounds chose that moment to open fire on Molly. And, amazingly, the bullet punched right through all her protective fields, one by one. I didn’t even realise what was happening at first. I heard the gunshot, of course, but by then the bullet had already reached Molly and been stopped by her automatic protective shield. The bullet was held there in midair for a moment, and then it forced its way through the shield, only to be stopped by the next. Long ago Molly had preprogrammed her defences, a series of varying shields just waiting to be activated. But even so, it was a shock to see a bullet smash through one shield after another, hanging on the air before her face, inching inexorably towards her left eye. The last screen finally stopped it, just short of her eye, and the bullet hung there, snarling and biting at the invisible shield like a living thing, and then Molly’s left hand came up and snatched the bullet out of midair. -Live and Let Drood

Molly causes a sniper bullet to explode after it's traveled less than halfway towards her, then does the same with another after it's barely exited the barrel of its gun:

The sniper fired again, but this time Molly was ready for him. She gestured dismissively, and the biting bullet exploded in midair, less than halfway towards her. Through my face mask I focused on the sniper, and saw him take a third bullet from a heavily reinforced box and fit it carefully into his rifle. He didn’t look pressed or hurried, just very professional. He fired again, but this time the bullet had barely left the barrel before it exploded. -Live and Let Drood

Mr. Stab's blade can cut through anything, including Drood armour:

“Mr. Stab!” screamed Crow Lee. “Time for you to do your duty! You shall have everything I promised you! Everything! Just stop the Drood!”
I turned unhurriedly to look at Mr. Stab as he moved slowly forward from the window, a long blade suddenly in his hand, glowing bright.
“I can reach you inside your armour,” said Mr. Stab. “My blade can cut anything; that’s part of what was given to me. And you know you can’t hurt me. You tried to kill me before, after I killed Penny. Cut my head right off…and I just put it back on again. You can’t stop me, Eddie, because nothing can. That’s what I bought all those years ago in the dark slums and back alleys of Whitechapel. Part of me wants to say, ‘I’m sorry it’s come to this.’ But I’m not, not really. This is what I was born to do. Anything else was just a dream.” -Live and Let Drood

Mr. Stab can move a car with his strength, and is only unable to lift it due to lack of leverage:

I turned to consider the Plymouth Fury. Mr. Stab was still trapped beneath it, still struggling to break free. He rocked the heavy car back and forth with his more-than-human strength, but he still couldn’t lift the thing off him. -Live and Let Drood

Molly sets an entire mansion ablaze with a snap of the fingers:

And once they were all out and gathered together on the grounds before the manor house, I gave the nod to Molly, and she snapped her fingers, and the whole damned building went up in flames. It burnt fiercely, thick black smoke billowing up into the lowering evening sky. -Live and Let Drood

Eddie states that Oath Breaker's full power could easily obliterate monsters (who were stated earlier to be larger than Drood Hall) all the way down to the molecular level:

Of course, size didn’t mean anything where Oath Breaker was concerned; if I’d unleashed its true power, even for a moment, I could have blown whole monsters apart right down to the molecular level.…But then, neither I nor any of my party would have survived such an explosion. Using the ironwood staff as a club was a bit like hitting someone over the head with a nuclear device, but it was still safer than the alternative. -Live and Let Drood

Ammonia Vom Acht can telepathically bludgeon other beings:

And then we all cried out and jumped back as a vicious snapping creature materialised abruptly in the hallway. Covered in dark green scales, long and Reptiloid with a great wedge head, lots of fangs and claws and a vicious barbed tail that snapped back and forth behind it. Big enough that it filled the hallway from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, it was actually trapped for a moment, unable to manoeuvre. Ammonia pointed a single finger at the beast and scowled really hard, and all the beast’s eyes rolled up in its head. It collapsed, slamming its great length on the floor.
“Telepathic bludgeon,” said William proudly.
“Best kind,” said Ammonia. -Live and Let Drood