Maelstrom

This is the way the world ends:A nuclear strike on a deep sea vent. The target was an ancient microbe―voracious enough to drive the whole biosphere to extinction―and a handful of amphibious humans called rifters who''d inadvertently released it from three billion years of solitary confinement.The resulting tsunami killed millions. It''s not as through there was a choice: saving the world excuses almost any degree of collateral damage.Unless of course you miss the target.Now North America''s west coast lies in ruins. Millions of refugees rally around a mythical figure mysteriously risen from the deep sea. A world already wobbling towards collapse barely notices the spread of one more blight along its shores. And buried in the seething fast-forward jungle that use to be called Internet something vast and inhuman reaches out to a woman with empty white eyes and machinery in her chest. A woman driven by rage and incubating Armageddon.Her name is Lenie Clarke. She''s a rifter. She''s not nearly as dead as everyone thinks.And the whole damn world is collateral damage as far as she''s concerned. . . .