'May you live in interesting times' is the worst thing you can wish on a citizen of Discworld, especially on the distinctly unmagical Rincewind, who has had far too much perilous excitement in his life and can't even spell wizard. When a request for a Great Wizzard arrives via carrier albatross from the faraway Counterweight Continent, it's the endlessly unlucky Rincewind who's sent as emissary. The oldest empire on the Disc is in turmoil, and Chaos is building. And, for some reason, someone believes Rincewind will have a mythic role in the ensuing war. There are too many heroes already in the world, but there is only one Rincewind. And he owes it to the world to keep that one alive for as long as possible.
