At long last, Magnus Bane has created the only known spell for Time-Travel. The problem is, he doesn't have a blob how to use it.
Transported back into 1878, Magnus finds himself in London again. Gas-lit lamps and a lot less glitter, Magnus wades through the streets of Victorian London like a firework in the trenches. Dumb-founded and helpless, he must seek out his past self and ultimately attempt to fix the blunder that was his own doing.
Can he fix the spell before destroying the future too much?