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Henry H. Neff - The Maelstrom: Book Four of The Tapestry

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The world is at the brink of ruin . . . or is it salvation? Astaroth has been weakened, and the demon Prusias is taking full advantage of the situation to create an empire of his own. His formidable armies are on the move, and Rowan is in their sights.
Rowan must rely on Max McDaniels and David Menlo and hope that their combined powers can stop Prusiass war machine before its too late.
But even as perils loom, danger stalks their every move. Someone has marked Max for death and no one is above suspicion. Should the assassins succeed, Rowans fate may depend on little Mina whose abilities are prodigious but largely untested.
And where is Astaroth? Has he fled this world or is he biding his time, awaiting his next opportunity?
In the Tapestrys fourth book, author-illustrator Henry H. Neff boldly raises the stakes in an epic tale of mankinds struggle to survive in a world now populated by demons and demigods and everything in between!

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text, map, and illustrations copyright 2012 by Henry H. Neff
Jacket art copyright 2012 by Cory Godbey

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Neff, Henry H.
The maelstrom / Henry H. Neff. 1st ed.
p. cm. (Tapestry; bk. 4)
Summary: With the return of the sorcerer Bram, and the disappearance of Astaroth, Rowan Academy must prepare to battle the demon Prusias. Provided by publisher.
eISBN: 978-0-375-89329-2
[1. MagicFiction. 2. DemonologyFiction. 3. WitchesFiction. 4. SchoolsFiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.N388Fie 2010 [Fic]dc23 2012006610

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T he harbormasters bell rang clear and cold as the xebec slipped past the tall - photo 4

T he harbormasters bell rang clear and cold as the xebec slipped past the tall breakers and entered Rowan Harbor. Witch-fire burned at its prow, an oily plume of green flames that sputtered in the breeze and cast a spectral gleam on the dark swells. A dozen fishermen and smugglers scattered out of its path, coaxing their smaller vessels beyond reach of the ships oars as it skimmed toward the main dock like a huge black dragonfly.

On the cliffs above, Max McDaniels slung off his heavy pack and stopped to watch the ships progress. Despite the predawn gloom, he could make out a weather worker on the xebecs deck. The witch was crouching near the fire like an old spider as she piloted the craft through a minefield of broken stone towers that jutted from the water.

Max understood the need for caution. He was curious to see how such a ship would navigate the towers, but he was even more curious as to who was aboard and why they were here. Rowans shores had become treacherous to visitors. The jagged pillars represented more than just a danger to the ships hull; they symbolized all that had changed since May Day.

Just six months earlier, those broken and barnacled spires had belonged to Grvenmuir. The demons had called it an embassy but it had really been an occupation, a base from which they could influence Rowans affairs and keep a close eye on the only humans who might challenge their rule. It had been a darkly beautiful structure, a Gothic sculpture of black towers and battlements encasing gilded halls where demons held court, oversaw trade, and ensured that Rowan honored the terms of her surrender.

All of that was history.

On May Day, Elias Bram had obliterated the embassy and fired a shot heard around the world. Max had witnessed the event, but even now it seemed a dream. It was difficult to believe that a single person was capable of such an astonishing act, much less a man who was supposed to have died centuries ago.

Max replayed the sequence in his mind. Once Bram had halted at Grvenmuirs gates, the sorcerer had spread his arms wide. With a roar, the surrounding cliffs had broken, shearing clean away as though struck by a chisel. And as they plummeted, so did Grvenmuircast down into the sea along with everyone inside.

Grvenmuirs plunge to the sea had been eerily silent. And during that surreal interlude, Max had realizedwith awful, numbing claritythat the world was about to change. The moments scale and implications had been exhilarating and terrifying. There would be no more deliberations or debate. In that instant, Elias Bram had dictated Rowans path, and mankinds fate would hang in the balance. Shocked by this realization, a part of Max had clung to the absurd hope that the silence would continue indefinitely. For as long as it held, they might pause to consider this momentous course.

Seconds later those hopes vanished. Grvenmuir struck the water with an astounding crash. The impact jolted people from sleep for miles around and shattered the windows in Old Tom and Maggie.

The awful din soon subsided, fading like a summer storm as the sea rushed in to swallow up the dead and dying. All that remained of Grvenmuir were those jagged spires, lurking at the waters surface to bare their teeth at low tide.

A shout and the sound of many footsteps snapped Max from his thoughts. Turning, he saw a motley troop of youths hurrying toward him along the cliffs edge from the north. They clanked along, carrying spears and lanterns as they threaded through the pines and sought to keep up with their leader, who skidded to a stop before him and promptly drew her sword.

Who are you? she panted. Identify yourself and explain why youre breaking curfew.

Max merely stared, confused, as the others arrived, surrounding him and leveling their long spears, their breath fogging in the November chill.

What is this? Max finally asked, giving a bewildered turn. He failed to recognize a single one of the frightened, eager faces. They couldnt be Rowan students. For one, theyd obviously had little training, as evidenced by their sloppy perimeter and the fact that most were out of breath. For another, their clothes were mostly homespun and heavily patcheda ragtag array of leather jerkins, woolen leggings, and mismatched boots. Refugees, Max guessed, and recently arrived by their appearance.

Well ask the questions, snapped the leader. She had coarse black hair and a sallow, ferretlike face. Max waited for the punch line, some clue that she was joking. There was none. Answer up, she pressed. Who are you and why are you breaking curfew?

Im Max McDaniels, he replied. And I didnt know about any curfew. Ive been away.

Then youre an intruder and our captive, she declared. Get his blade, Jack.

This order was directed at a skinny youth with a tumble of red tangles peeking from beneath a worn leather cap. Glancing at the short sword and its owner, the boy licked his lips like a scolded dog.

Lets call an Agent, Tam, he whined. He looks dangerous.

Follow orders, she seethed, or Ill have you thrown down in the Hollows!

Look, said Max calmly, you must be new to Rowan. Were on the same side. If you let me

Old or new dont matter, interrupted the girl, jabbing her sword mere inches from Maxs face. You aint from Rowan. You look like you been livin in a ditch. Youre the most pathetic demon Ive ever seen, and Ive seen my share. Now get his blade, Jack, and be quick about it!

Before Jack could obey, another girl spoke up.

Max McDaniels, she mused, repeating it to herself. I think I heard that name, Tam. Im sure I have. Maybe hes telling the truth.

You dont see demons like I do, Kat, said Tam, her voice taut and hateful. Thats why they put me in charge. Dont believe anything this demon says.

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