Something is sucking the life out of Tabitha's song. Someone has stolen the Kingsrim. And the dire prophecy of Wry Tad Zastor is coming true. The dreaded mark of three is upon this the mark of Chaos. Tabitha must face the Sorcerer beyond Eyri, but he was born with hatred for magic and for those who use it. He prepares to end all things in his apocalypse. But how do you convince a man of the value of life when his has none? "What brings about the end of ultimate order, or ultimate chaos?"