The Wound of the World (The Cycle of Galand, #3)

by Edward W. Robertson

Blays swigged another beer. Dante hadn't even seen him get it. He was starting to suspect Blays' true talents lay in the hidden art of brewermancy.

You didn't have one life, you had many, as separate from each other as towns strung out along a road.

"Is it really that bad? Leading these people?" "It's awful. The only thing worse would be if one of them was leading me."