But what can he do about the recent earthquake (the other world people told that John caused it) the needs of the Band World girl he'd come to love, a pretender on the throne, spies, assassins, savage animals in the night, to say nothing of the evil mage, Pfnaravin—lurking, always lurking. On other crossings, a little Magic and some modern know-how had gotten him home. Now fighting heavy odds, will this be the time his luck runs out?