Magic Thief Lost The

I blinked the brights out of my eyes. The floor of my workroom was covered with shattered glass and torn book pages. The table lay with its four legs in the air like a dead bug. Smoke and dust swirled around in the corners. A scrap of charred paper floated to the floor next to me. i squinted at it. a page from prattshaw's book, the part about contrafusive effects.