I will confess that I was drawn to this book by its cover. The colors are grand, there is a metallic sheen underneath, and -- thankfully -- there is no hooded protagonist on the cover, as so many other covers have been using over the past few years. As I began reading this book, I was intrigued by two things. First, the story line juxtaposes high technology (spaceflight) with low technology (your typical fantasy world of taverns and swords etc.). Presumably the story eventually ties these together, but I don't know -- I decided to abandon reading it. The second thing that intrigued me was that the main character was able to manipulate time, and see the paths that others have taken through his environment before he arrived there. But after I had invested several not-unpleasurable hours of reading, it seemed like the author was having too much fun confusing the characters (and the reader!) with time travel paradoxes. I simply lost interest in the book. It was one of those cases where the book was interesting, but because it is competing for my attention with many other books (on my shelves and on my wishlist), I chose to give up on it. Sorry, Mr. Card.