The Hound of Rowan (The Tapestry Series #1)

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MAX MCDANIELS LIVES a quiet life in the suburbs of Chicago until the day he stumbles upon a mysterious Celtic tapestry. Many strange people are interested in Max and his tapestry, and his discovery will lead him to Rowan Academy, a secret school where great things await him.

But dark things are waiting, too. When Max learns that priceless artworks and other gifted children are disappearing from around the globe, he finds himself in the ...

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Overview

MAX MCDANIELS LIVES a quiet life in the suburbs of Chicago until the day he stumbles upon a mysterious Celtic tapestry. Many strange people are interested in Max and his tapestry, and his discovery will lead him to Rowan Academy, a secret school where great things await him.

But dark things are waiting, too. When Max learns that priceless artworks and other gifted children are disappearing from around the globe, he finds himself in the crossfire of an ancient struggle between good and evil.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
“Max’s intelligence and goodhearted nature give the story a solid emotional core even as the surprising twists and turns keep the pages turning. Neff’s first novel is sure to draw many new fans eager to see what happens next.”—VOYA
Children's Literature
AGERANGE: Ages 10 up.

A young boy around the age of Harry Potter has found that he is in quite the pickle. He has discovered a hidden room at a Chicago art museum. Inside this mysterious room, an amazing ancient tapestry hangs for his eyes only. Now the adventure begins with our friend Max, who must figure out the good and bad guys, which does not exclude his own father. Of course, his mother is out of the picture, at least for now. Like many well-known fantasy books, she may appear again by book two or three. In the meantime, our hero must go on a quest to save the school and his new found friends at a believe-it-or-not boarding school. Unfortunately for the reader, I found nothing original or entertaining about this book, especially when required to read over 400 pages of a book that mirrors another popular series. I did find it interesting that Max was American, but the story has an Irish twist. The author, Henry H. Neff, did create an original character or two--Max's roommate David and Max's weird pet, a Black Forest lymrill. Again Mr. Neff disappointed me by introducing the lymrill and then not using it much. It makes an erratic appearance or two, which does nothing to move the plot. We are led in a merry chase that leads us to an instructor hardly even developed in the story as the culprit. If you are starved for high fantasy read this book. Otherwise wait for the next book in "The Tapestry" series and hope it will be more interesting. Reviewer: Julia Beiker

VOYA - Heather Hepler
After a trip to the Art Institute in Chicago, where Max discovers a tapestry that literally comes to life in front of him, he is invited to attend Rowan, a very exclusive school on the East Coast. His decision to enroll places him at the center of an ancient power struggle between good and evil. Leaving his father and a relatively safe and normal life behind, Max enters a world where things are often not as they seem. Max is paired with David, a very intelligent and gifted boy. Together they design their own room, or rather the ancient building housing the school designs it for them. They find themselves sharing a richly decorated room complete with a ceiling that somehow allows them to view the stars. It is only the first of many unusual discoveries that the new students make. With a kitchen staffed by a hag and a reformed ogre, a pet sanctuary filled with a variety of magical creatures, and a roster of classes that suggest more than just a basic academic education, Rowan continues to surprise them at every turn. Despite the obvious nods to the magic and creativity of Harry Potter, the first installment in The Tapestry series offers sufficiently unique characters and an interesting twist on an American boarding school experience to keep it from being just another knock-off. Max's intelligence and goodhearted nature give the story a solid emotional core even as the surprising twists and turns keep the pages turning. Neff's first novel is sure to draw many new fans eager to see what happens next.
School Library Journal

Gr 5-8- Twelve-year-old Max's life changes dramatically after a vision of a tapestry scene reveals itself to him at the Art Institute of Chicago. Following a terrifying encounter with a strange woman and a series of unusual tests, he finds himself enrolled at Rowan Academy, a semisecret and definitely Hogwarts-like school for children with abilities and experiences similar to his own. It is at Rowan that Max learns about the ancient struggle between those who watch over and nurture the world and those who want to control it. As an Apprentice, First Year, Max begins to hone his mysterious magical skills and shows a particular talent for amplifying his own physical capabilities, such as running and jumping. As the school year progresses, Max must face his destiny as a key player in the struggle against evil Astaroth. Overall, this is a solid and worthwhile beginning to a new fantasy series. The book lacks fully realized secondary characters and relationships, but as this is the first in the series, there is opportunity for development. And, of course, Astaroth's reemergence promises plenty of future conflict. Parallels to J. K. Rowling's work are inescapable, but Neff's tale certainly has potential and should help ease the suffering once Harry Potter withdrawal sets in. For general purchase, particularly where fantasy is popular.-Amanda Raklovits, Champaign Public Library, IL

Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
When Max McDaniels has a peculiar run-in with an ancient Celtic tapestry, it's not long before he receives a letter of invitation to the mysterious Rowan Academy. It seems that Max carries a bit of old magic in his veins and at Rowan he has a chance to improve such skills within a rigorous academic program. Still, all is not right with the world outside the school. Dark and nasty forces have already kidnapped other potential students and are threatening to come within the boundaries of Rowan to wreak havoc. With his roommate David, a boy of unnaturally powerful talents, Max discovers that the ancient demon Astorath may not be as dead as everyone says and that someone within the academy is a traitor. Comparisons to Harry Potter are inevitable and unfortunate. Though the similarities are often shocking, this title has its own particular tone and flavor. Neff's language is often evocative, incorporating Irish myths like the legend of Cuchulain. Though the scenery feels familiar, the book will connect with its audience. (Fiction. 10-14)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375838958
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Books
  • Publication date: 9/23/2008
  • Series: Tapestry Series , #1
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 414
  • Sales rank: 324,427
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Henry H. Neff was a successful business consultant in the Chicago area until the day he quit his job and moved out west to pursue his dreams. The Hound of Rowan is his first book. He lives in San Francisco, California.

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The Boy, the Train, and the Tapestry

Max McDaniels pressed his forehead against the train window and watched storm clouds race across the yellow sky. With a soft patter, rain began to streak the glass, and the sky darkened to a bruise. Fogging the window, Max blinked at his own watery reflection in the glass. It blinked back at him: a dark-eyed boy with wavy black hair and his mother’s sharp cheekbones.

His father’s voice rumbled beside him, and Max turned in his seat.

“Which do you like better?” his father asked with an enthusiastic grin. He held a pair of glossy advertisements between his thick fingers. Max looked at the ads, his gaze settling on the image of an elegant woman at a kitchen sink, her head thrown back in amusement.

“Not that one,” he said. “It’s way too cheesy.”

Mr. McDaniels’s broad, smiling face drooped. Big as a bear, Max’s father had pale blue eyes and a deep, dimpled chin.

“It’s not cheesy,” he protested, squinting at the ad and smoothing his tuft of thinning brown hair. “What’s cheesy about it?”

“Nobody’s that happy doing dishes,” said Max, pointing at the beaming woman up to her elbows in suds. “And nobody does the dishes in a fancy dress—”

“But that’s the whole point!” interrupted his father, waving the flimsy ad about. “Ambrosia is the first ‘ultra-premium’ dish soap! A heavenly lather that’s soft enough for the tub, but still has muscle for the toughest—”

Max flushed. “Dad . . .”

Mr. McDaniels paused long enough to see the other passengers glancing curiously at them. With a snort, he slipped the ads back inside his raincoat as the train came to a temporary stop on the outskirts of the city.

“It’s not so bad,” Max reassured him. “Maybe you could just make her smile a little less toothy.”

Mr. McDaniels chuckled and promptly slid his ample bottom across the seat to squish his son. Max elbowed back as more people crowded onto the train, collapsing umbrellas and shaking the wet hair from their eyes.

Thunder shook the car and the train started to move again. The passengers shrieked and laughed as the cabin went dark. Max squeezed his father’s arm, and the train’s yellow lights flickered slowly back to life. The rain fell harder now as they neared Chicago, a looming backdrop of steel and brick set in stark relief against the summer storm.

Max was still grinning when he saw the man.

He was sitting across the aisle in the row behind them, pale and unkempt, with short black hair still damp from the rain. He appeared exhausted; his eyelids fluttered as he slouched low in his dirty coat and mouthed silent words against the window.

Max turned away for a moment, swiveling for a better look. He caught his breath.

The man was staring at him.

He sat perfectly still as he focused on Max with a startling pair of mismatched eyes. While one eye was green, the other gleamed as wet and white as a peeled egg. Max stared back at it, transfixed. It looked to be a blind, dead thing—a thing of nightmares.

But Max knew somehow that this eye was not blind or dead. He knew he was being studied by it—appraised in the way his mother used to examine a glass of wine or an old photograph. Holding Max’s gaze, the man eased his head up off the glass and shifted his weight toward the aisle.

The train entered a tunnel, and the car went dark. A spasm of fear overcame Max. He buried his face in his father’s warm coat. Mr. McDaniels grunted and dropped several product brochures onto the floor. The train eased to a stop, and Max heard his father’s voice.

“You falling asleep on me, Max? Get your things together—we’re here, kiddo.”

Max looked up to find the car was light and passengers were shuffling toward the exits. His eyes darted from face to face. The strange man was nowhere to be seen. Flushed, Max gathered his umbrella and sketchbook and hurried out after his father.

The station was crowded with people milling to and from platforms. Voices droned over loudspeakers; weekend shoppers scurried about with bags and children in tow. Mr. McDaniels steered Max down the escalator toward the exits. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still threatening and newspapers eddied about the street in sudden fits of flight. Arriving at a line of yellow taxis, Mr. McDaniels opened the door to one and stood aside to let Max scoot across the long vinyl seat.

“The Art Institute, please,” said his father.

Max craned his neck, straining to glimpse the tops of the skyscrapers as the cab headed east toward the lake.

“Dad,” said Max. “Did you see that man on the train?”

“Which man?”

“He was sitting across the aisle in the row behind us,” Max said, shuddering.

“No, I don’t think so,” said his father, flicking some lint off his raincoat. “What was so special about him?”

“I don’t know. He was scary-looking and he was staring at me. He looked like he was going to say something or come over right before we went into the tunnel.”

“Well, if he was staring at you, it’s probably because you were staring at him,” said Mr. McDaniels. “You’ll see more kinds of people in the city, Max.”

“I know, Dad, but—”

“You can’t judge a book by its cover, you know.”

“I know, Dad, but—”

“Now, there’s this guy at my office. Young kid, still wet behind the ears. Well, my first day I see this kid at the coffee machine with makeup on his eyes, a harpoon through his nose, and music blaring out of his headphones . . .”

Max looked out the taxi’s window while his father retold a familiar tale. Finally, Max caught a glimpse of what he had been looking for: two bronze lions standing tall and proud as they flanked the museum entrance.

“Dad, there’s the Art Institute.”

“Right you are, right you are. Oh, before I forget,” Mr. McDaniels said, turning to Max with a sad little smile on his broad face. “Thanks for coming with me today, Max. I appreciate it. Your mom appreciates it, too.”

Max offered a solemn nod and gave his dad’s hand a fierce squeeze. The McDanielses had always celebrated Bryn McDaniels’s birthday with a visit to her favorite museum. Despite his mother’s disappearance over two years ago, Max and his father continued the tradition.

Once inside, they asked a young woman with a nametag where they could find some of Bryn McDaniels’s favorite artists. Max listened as his father rattled off the names from a slip of paper: Picasso, Matisse, and van Gogh came handily enough, but he paused when he came to the last.

“Gaw-gin?” he asked, twisting up his face and frowning at the paper.

“Gauguin. He’s a wonderful artist. I think you’ll enjoy his work.” The woman smiled and directed them to a large marble staircase leading to the second floor.

“Your mom sure knows all the names. I’ve got no head for this stuff no matter how many times I come here.” Mr. McDaniels chuckled and smacked Max on the shoulder with the map.

The galleries upstairs were filled with color—great swirls of paint layered thickly on canvas and board. Mr. McDaniels pointed to a large painting of pedestrians on a rainy Paris street.

“That looks a bit like today, eh?”

“The rain does, but to look like him you’d have to add a mustache and top hat,” Max mused, squinting at a figure in the foreground.

“Ugh! I used to have a mustache. Your mother made me shave it when we started dating.”

Some images dominated whole walls, while others nestled in small gilded frames. They spent an hour or so moving from painting to painting, careful to spend extra time at Mrs. McDaniels’s favorites. Max particularly liked a Picasso in which a weathered old man cradled a guitar. He was studying the painting when he heard his father exclaim behind him.

“Bob? Bob Lukens! How are you?”

Max turned to see his father pumping the arm of a thin, middle-aged man in a black sweater. A woman accompanied him, and the two were offering hesitant smiles as Mr. McDaniels cornered them.

“Hello, Scott. Nice to see you,” the man said politely. “Honey, this is Scott McDaniels. He works on the Bedford Bros. account. . . .”

“Oh, what a nice surprise. Pleased to meet you, Scott.”

“They’ll change the way you think about soup!” Mr. McDaniels boomed, shooting a finger toward the ceiling.

Mrs. Lukens gave a start and dropped her purse.

“Imagine a wintry day,” Mr. McDaniels continued, bending over to retrieve her things while she retreated a step behind her husband. “Your nose is running, the wind is blowing, and all you’ve got to warm your tummy is a can of boring old soup in the pantry. Well, no soup is boring with Bedford Bros. Crispy Soup Wafers! Their snappy shapes and crisp crunch will jazz that soup right up and make your taste buds salute!”

Mr. McDaniels raised a hand to his forehead and stood at dutiful attention. Max wanted to go home.

Mr. Lukens chuckled. “Did I mention that Scott’s a fanatic, honey?”

Mrs. Lukens ventured a smile as Mr. McDaniels shook her hand, then turned to Max.

“Max, I’d like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Lukens. Mr. Lukens runs my agency—the big boss. Max and I are here to get a shot of culture, eh?”

Max smiled nervously and extended his hand to Mr. Lukens, who gave it a warm shake.

“Pleased to meet you, Max. Good to see a young man pulling himself away from video games and MTV! See anything you like?”

“I like this Picasso,” said Max.

“I’ve always liked that one myself. You’ve got a good eye. . . .” Mr. Lukens patted him on the shoulder and turned back to Mr. McDaniels. “I’d ask you to compare it with a favorite of mine, but unfortunately it’s gone.”

“What do you mean?” asked Mr. McDaniels.

“It was one of the three paintings stolen from here last week,” said Mr. Lukens, frowning. “The papers say there were two more stolen from the Prado just last night.”

“Oh,” said Mr. McDaniels. “That’s terrible.”

“It is terrible,” said Mr. Lukens conclusively, glancing again at Max. “Say, bring Max by the office sometime, Scott. I’ve got a print of my missing favorite and we’ll see if Rembrandt can trump Picasso!”

“Will do, will do,” said Mr. McDaniels, chuckling and kneeling down to Max’s height.

“Hey, sport,” he said with a wink. “Dad’s got to talk a bit of shop, and I don’t want to bore you to tears. How ’bout you go sketch some of those tin suits you and your mom used to draw? I’ll meet you down at the bookstore in half an hour. Okay?”

Max nodded and said good-bye to the Lukenses, who promptly shrank before the wildly gesticulating form of Scott McDaniels. Max clutched his sketchbook and pencil and stalked down the hall, silently seething that his dad never passed up an opportunity to talk business, even on his mother’s special day.

The armor gallery was darker than the others, its artifacts glinting softly from behind clean glass. There were fewer people here, and Max was happy for the opportunity to sketch in relative peace and quiet. He strolled along a velvet rope, stopping to examine a crossbow here, a chalice there. The walls were arrayed with all manner of weapons: black iron maces, broad-bladed axes, and towering swords. He paused before a stand of ceremonial halberds before spying just the right subject to sketch.

The suit of armor was enormous. It dwarfed its neighbors on either side, gleaming bright silver inside its broad glass case. Max moved around to the other side, tilting his head up for a better view of the helmet. Several minutes later, he had roughed the basic figure onto the page.

As Max struggled to draw the elaborate breastplate, a commotion at the far end of the hall grabbed his attention. Max peered through the glass case and immediately caught his breath.

The man from the train was here.

Max lowered himself to a crouch and watched as the man towered over the guard at the gallery entrance. He made quick, chopping gestures with his hand. The motions became faster as the volume of his voice rose.

“This tall,” he spat in an Eastern European accent. He held his hand flat to approximate Max’s height. “A black-haired boy about twelve, carrying a sketchbook.”

The guard was backed against the doorway, looking the man up and down. He began to reach for his radio. But then the strange man leaned in close and hissed something Max could not hear. Inexplicably, the guard nodded and hooked a fat thumb over his shoulder toward the suits of armor where Max was hiding.

Frantic, Max scanned his surroundings and noticed a dark doorway directly to his right. A velvet rope hung across it along with a sign that read under repair: please keep out.

Ignoring the sign, Max ducked beneath the rope and melted around the corner. He stood rigid against the wall and waited for his hiding place to be discovered. Nothing happened. It was several long seconds before Max realized that he had left his sketchbook in the other gallery. A wave of panic crashed over him; surely the man would see it and guess where Max had hidden.

A minute passed, followed by another, and another. Max heard the footsteps and casual conversation of people strolling past the doorway. He peered around the corner. The man was gone—along with Max’s sketchbook. Sinking slowly to the floor, Max pictured his name and address penciled neatly on the inside cover. He lifted his head and cast a hopeless glance at the room that had hidden him.

It was surprisingly small for a gallery. The air was musty, and the room had a soft amber glow. The sole object within it was a ragged tapestry that hung on the opposite wall. Max blinked. As strange as it seemed, the dim light was radiating from the tapestry itself. He moved closer.

The tapestry was an ancient thing. Sun and centuries had sapped its color until all that remained were splotched and faded bands of ochre. As he got closer, however, Max noticed faint hints and undercurrents of color submerged beneath its dull, rough surface.

His stomach began to tingle as though he’d swallowed a handful of bees. The little hairs on his arm rose one by one, and Max stood still, breathing hard.

Twang!

A single thread burst into bright gold. Max yelped and jumped backward. The thread flashed like fire, as fine and delicate as spider silk. It vibrated like a harp string, issuing a single musical note that reverberated throughout the gallery before fading to silence. Max glanced back at the doorway. Patrons continued to stroll by, but they seemed far away and oblivious to the small gallery, its lone occupant, and the strange tapestry.

More threads came to life, plucked from their slumber in a rising chorus of light and music. Some arrived individually, in a sudden snap of light and sound; others emerged together in woven harmonies of silver, green, and gold. To Max, it seemed he had dusted off an alien instrument that now resumed a strange and forgotten song. The song became richer. When the last thread sang into being, Max gave a sudden gasp of pain. The pain was sharper than a stitch and was caused by something deep within him.

That something had been with Max ever since he could remember. It was a lurking presence, huge and wild, and Max was afraid of it. Throughout his life he had fought with great difficulty to keep it walled within him The struggles caused headaches, including unbearable stretches that lasted for days. Max knew those days were over as he felt the presence burst free. Unfettered at last, it glided slowly through his consciousness before sounding deep within his being to stir the silt.

The pain subsided. Max took a deep breath while tears ran free in warm little rivers down his face. He brushed the tapestry’s woven surface with his fingers.

The light and colors shifted to form golden, interlacing patterns that framed three strange, glowing words near the top.

Táin Bó Cuailnge

Centered below these words was the beautifully woven image of a bull in a pasture surrounded by dozens of sleeping warriors. A host of armed men were approaching from the right; a trio of black birds wheeled in the sky above. Overlooking the scene from a nearby hill was the silhouette of a tall man clutching a spear.

Max’s eyes swept over the picture, but they always returned to the dark figure on the hill. Slowly, the tapestry’s light grew brighter; its images trembled and danced behind shimmering waves of heat. With a rising cacophony of sound, the tapestry erupted with radiance so hot and bright Max feared it would consume him.

“Max! Max McDaniels!”

The room was dark once again. The tapestry hung against the wall, dull and ugly and still. Max backed away, confused and frightened, and crossed the velvet rope into the medieval gallery.

He saw his father’s hulking figure alongside two security guards at the far end of the gallery. Max called out. At the sound of Max’s voice, Mr. McDaniels raced toward his son.

“Oh, thank God! Thank God!” Mr. McDaniels wiped away tears as he stooped to smother Max in the folds of his coat. “Max, where on earth have you been? I’ve been looking for you for the last two hours!”

“Dad, I’m sorry,” Max said, baffled. “I’m okay. I was just in that other room, but I haven’t been gone more than twenty minutes.”

“What are you talking about? What other room?” Mr. McDaniels’s voice quavered as he peered over Max’s shoulder.

“The one that’s under repair,” replied Max, turning to point out the sign. He stopped, began to speak, and stopped again. There was no doorway, no sign, and no velvet rope.

Mr. McDaniels turned to the two guards, offering each a firm handshake. As the guards moved beyond earshot, Mr. McDaniels kneeled to Max’s height. His eyes were puffed and searching.

“Max, be honest with me. Where have you been for the last two hours?”

Max took a deep breath. “I was in a room off this gallery. Dad, I swear to you I didn’t think I was in there very long.”

“Where was this room?” asked Mr. McDaniels as he unfolded the museum map.

Max felt sick.

The room with the tapestry was simply not on the map.

“Max . . . I’m going to ask you this one time and one time only. Are you lying to me?”

Max stared hard at his shoes. Raising his eyes to his father’s, he heard his own voice, soft and trembling.

“No, Dad. I’m not lying to you.”

Before Max had finished the sentence, his father was pulling him briskly toward the exit. Several girls his age giggled and whispered as Max was dragged, feet shuffling and head bowed, out the museum entrance and down the steps.

The only sounds during the cab ride to the train station came from Mr. McDaniels thumbing rapidly through his pamphlets. Max noticed some were upside down or backward. The rain and wind were picking up again as the cab slowed to a halt near the train station.

“Make sure you’ve got your things,” sighed Mr. McDaniels, exiting the other side. He sounded tired and sad. Max drooped and thought better of sharing the fact that he had also lost his sketchbook.

Once on the train, the pair slid heavily into a padded booth. Mr. McDaniels handed his return ticket to the conductor, then leaned back and closed his eyes. The conductor turned to Max.

“Ticket, please.”

“Oh, I’ve got it right here,” Max muttered absentmindedly. He reached into his pocket, but procured a small envelope instead. The sight of his name scripted clearly on the envelope made him pause.

Confused, Max retrieved the ticket from his other pocket and gave it to the conductor. Glancing to confirm that his father was still resting, Max then looked over the envelope. In the warm yellow light it appeared buttery, its heavy paper folds converging to pleasing corners. He turned the envelope over and examined the silky navy script.

Mr. Max McDaniels

His father now breathing heavily, Max ran his finger along the envelope’s flap. Inside was a folded letter.

Dear Mr. McDaniels,

Our records indicate that you registered as a Potential this afternoon at 3:37 p.m. CST, U.S. Congratulations, Mr. McDaniels—you must be a very remarkable young man, and we look forward to making your acquaintance. One of our regional representatives will be contacting you shortly. Until that time, we would appreciate your absolute silence and utmost discretion in this matter.

Best regards, Gabrielle Richter Executive Director

Max read the note several times before stowing it back in his pocket. He felt utterly drained. He could not guess how the letter had come to be in his possession, much less what a “Potential” was and what it all had to do with him. He could guess it had something to do with the hidden tapestry and the mysterious presence now roaming free within him. Max stared out the window. Brilliant shafts of sunlight chased wispy trails of storm clouds across the western sky. Exhausted, he leaned against his father and drifted off to sleep, his fingers closed tight around the mysterious envelope.

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  • Posted January 6, 2009

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    If you like Harry Potter or Percy Jackson...

    On the anniversary of his mother's disappearance, Max and his father visit Chicago's museum of modern art, where Max's life is changed forever. In a hidden room Max sees a tapestry that moves to life under his gaze. Max is an Apprentice and is accepted into Rowan Academy, a special boarding school where Apprentices are trained to fight the Enemy. At Rowan, Max learns how to utilize his new found abilities and re-evaluates what he thought he knew about the world and his place in it. A war is coming, the Enemy is on the move, and somehow Max's destiny is tangled up with the future of Rowan and its guardians. Reader's cannot help but compare this book with the Harry Potter series, since it is an adolescent boy who discovers he has magic powers. However, Neff has delivered a superbly crafted, highly imaginative work that only superficially shadows Harry's first adventure. Max and the other characters are well-crafted and the reader is given tantalizing glimpses of the inner workings of various characters throughout the book. Magic is approached in an atypical manner. No wands or magic words, just will and thought and training; which is a nice change of pace. I would recommend this book to readers who enjoy magic and the battle between good and evil. I look forward to Neff's Next novel.

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  • Posted October 20, 2010

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    Similar to Harry Potter, but give it a try

    It's hard not to compare this with Harry Potter. However the stories are somewhat similar you just can't help it. There are definitely some aspects of the book you often wonder to yourself if you're just reading another version of Harry Potter. However there are some aspects of the book where the similarities end and there is a difference between the two books after all.

    The storyline is interesting and although it has magical elements and mythology into the plot, there is no hidden magical world. The magic just stays hidden and the faculty of the academy do what they can to cover up chaotic moments with perfect excuses. It does work well and the charade is well played. What I did enjoy is the care of animals which is part of the school curriculum, and when the pairing of the animals to the students was described, I thought that was an interesting read. There was a lot of emphasis and description on the Academy itself - which was nice to read because although it is set in the real world, the school was like a different place altogether.

    The story also tends to take a little darker turn than usual especially towards the climax of the book. It does get more interesting and the action is well done, the emphasis on Celtic mythology is mentioned and adds a nice little spin to the book. The Prophecy bit is a little tedious and overdone, but is to be expected to keep the series going. The arc with Max's mother is what keeps me curious about this series. There's obviously more to that part and I hope it will tie in nicely as the series progresses.

    Character-wise, Max was all right. There wasn't anything to dislike about him and his nemesis, Alex is your typical jerk. Max also has his own little circle of friends but neither of them really stood out for me. Although I thought David was rather interesting. Mum and Bob are the ones that stand out the most (the kitchen staff). I thought they provided the comic relief and were a fun read. I also liked the relationship between Max and his father. I thought it was nice to see a parent character play such a main role into the main character's life. It's something I don't usually see in these kinds of novels and it's definitely a nice change to see.

    So, with this book you'll either like it. Or absolutely hate it. Those that are absolute Harry Potter purists should not read this book. The similarities are VERY close and there are many (quite a lot actually) and reading it would probably make your blood pressure pop. However readers that are looking for something that is similar to the Harry Potter style should pick this book up. It's good enough for me to continue reading this series, however there should be more effort on the author's part to make things different and think of new creative ways to move the plot ahead. It doesn't look good if the book is a total rehash of ideas that have already been thought of.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 15, 2008

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    for Harry Potter and Lightning Thief fans

    Looking for a fast-paced, high fantasy adventure? Then, follow Max as he undergoes his first year at Rowan Academy. While studying a tapestry at an art museum, Max has a vision that leads him to a school where students have exceptional gifts. Once there, Max encounters many humorous minor characters, both faculty and students. Meanwhile, he must outwit an archnemesis at school and the Enemy. An engrossing and fun read for fans of Celtic mythology. I couldn't put it down!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2008

    Harry Potter... PFFT

    Harry Potter is nothing compared to Max McDaniels, the hero in this imaginitive story! I must say that for a first timer, Henry.H.Neff has done an great job writting this book! It has everything, horror, action, mystery, fantasy and even romance! The way it is written is unique and the story itself is something to fall in love with! I truely must say that you HAVE to read this to get a taste of Henry's fantastic writting ability! I can't wait for the next book!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2013

    I am a Die-hard Tapestry fan. Three things are essential in a bo

    I am a Die-hard Tapestry fan. Three things are essential in a book
    1) Character development- Max progresses and is described in an unimaginable amount of depth. He is a extremely likable character that will keep you rooting for him. 2)World building- The world that the author has created is so incredible, magical and extremely well thought out. Everything about the world he had built makes the story all the more enticing. 3)Interesting Plot- This series has a fantastic overall plot filled with magical creatures, self discovery, and war against demons eventually. I don't even know how else to describe it other than saying it is AMAZING and a must read. Take it from me. I don't like to read. At all. The only kind of books I touch are those involving magic of some sort, I have every single book and would highly recommend it to anyone aged 8 and up. I myself and 14 and believe me, this is not just for 8 year olds. Anyone of any age will enjoy this breathtaking series. :)

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2012

    Unoriginal

    The book is basically a mediocre Harry Potter knockoff. Everything from the magical boarding school for gifted students, to the wise headmaster, "evil" bully, magical school sport, reawakened bad-guy, to the traitorous teacher. While the read was not terrible, it was not particularly good either. I really hope the next books in this series gain some much needed originality.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 14, 2009

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    Fantastic

    I loved it! I couldn't put it down!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2008

    Good Books

    The book the `HOUND OF ROWAN¿ written and illustrated by Henry H. Neff is so well written you will think its real.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 19, 2008

    This is a GREAT book!!!!

    This is a very good book. From evil painting to metal-bar-eating polecats, you'll see every magical thing possible.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2013

    Sarah and Julie

    I am so excited to read more about Max and his romantic life! Don't get me wrong I love the story and I'm very excited to read the next one, but there just wasn't much romance in it.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 7, 2013

    I agree with Dont give up

    I love this series. If you are reading this u should deinitely read the book. I wish more people knew aboit this series though!!!!!!!!!!! No one at school believes me that its really good!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 30, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    Ok

    Pretty good, but a little disjointed at times.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    Great bbook

    Great book! Would read it over again. Sort of like harry potter with a lot of great twists. Loved it:)!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2013

    Anonymous

    AMAZING!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 8, 2012

    this book was amazing. i especially love henry neff's drawings

    this book was amazing. i especially love henry neff's drawings

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2012

    Anonymous

    A-freakin-mazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 18, 2012

    Little A

    AWESOME read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2012

    ?

    What age do you think this book is for?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 1, 2012

    Cole

    IT WAS AWESOME! I loved the

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