There were three of them. Three who never knew each other until one day, in a terrible hour of danger, their lives were woven together into a thread of sword and magic. There were three of them... A young man who, in the name of revenge for ruined love, exchanged luxury and wealth for the dashing “profession” of thieves. A prince without hope of a crown is a cheerful and dissolute rake, least of all fit to fulfill the high lot of a hero. A young girl who has the great gift of power over ANY magic and witchcraft, no matter how many of them there are in the sublunary world. There were three of them - exactly as many as Fate had ordained in order to find the magical Stone of Fire, stolen by someone, protecting human lands from terrible destruction. Find it - or die along the way.