Tight, flat, square book with edge wear, toned pages, creased and cupped spine. A reading copy. The laws of the five magics were being set aside. First to go were those of the high art of sorcery. Then true magic, upon which the commerce of all Arcadia depended, had been voided. And now even thaumaturgy, the engineering knowledge of the world, was under attack. Jemidon had traced the trouble to Melizar, the strange cold being who had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Somehow, Melizar could alther or negate the laws that had always existed by using a mysterious metamagic - something which only he understood. If the world was to be saved from Melizar, it was up to Jemidon to save it. But what dould he do? He wasonly an outcast, unable to perform even the simplest ritual without ruining everything.