I am losing my mind – literally! I have these strange, prophetic dreams which seem to be draining my life, at least my past, which I can only remember in fragments. And I have no-one to turn to for help. Except Torley, but he is no friend, though he sometimes claims to be; and the midsummer fair on the common, which is full of strange folk. And I don’t think they are my friends either, though they sometimes claim to be.
Torley tells me I can’t influence the future; that what happens in my dreams is already a reality. He is a magus, a wizard, a master of illusion, who claims to know everything. But I don’t believe him. I know that if I can find the people I dream of and prevent the catastrophes which destiny has dictated for them, then I will find myself again. All I need is to be that bit smarter than my enemy, Torley.