The man who was magic

An enchanting journey to the fabulous hidden city of Mageia, wherein dwell the master magicians of the world, and a behind-the-scenes glimpse into the mystery called magic.

If you look for Mageia on the map, it is located somewhere to the east of west, just to the north of south and only a mile or so over the impassable boundary of Time.

This is the hidden city, home of the masters of misdirection, lightning practitioners of the-hand-is-quicker-than-the-eye, entertainers of young and old. There is no routine of bewilderment they do

not know.

Innocence and belief had long since fled from Mageia and even the children had access to the secret books of tricks and knew there was no such thing as real magic.

One of these was Jane, daughter of The Great Robert, Chief Magician, Mayor of Mageia and Grand Master of the Inner Circle. She was eleven and knew how to produce paper flowers from an empty

tube or confetti from a silken handkerchief, but not what made a tree grow or made the stars come out.

One day, from beyond the dark, impenetrable Mountains of Straen, there appeared a young wandering magician and his talking dog, Mopsy, to knock for admission at the bronze gates of the city.

No one was aware of it, not even himself, but his presence constituted a danger to many within the walls. For it seemed that his magic might be different from theirs.

This is the story of how innocence came to Mageia, faith was restored to a child, and what happened when the city and its inhabitants met The Man Who Was Magic.