The stars my destination
In this pulse-quickening novel, Alfred Bester imagines a future in which people "jaunte" a thousand miles with a single thought, where the rich barricade themselves in labyrinths and protect themselves with radioactive hit men--and where an inarticulate outcast is the most valuable and dangerous man alive.
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Black Rod faltered. "But we cannot possibly fly to Vancouver in an hour,
Presteign. We—" "I will jaunte," Presteign of Presteign snapped. Such was his
agitation. His appalled staff made hasty preparations. Messengers jaunted ahead
to warn ...
Black Rod touched Presteign's arm. "He's coming this way, Presteign. Will you
take cover, please?" "I will not." "Presteign, there have been assassination
attempts before. Three of them. If—" "How do I get to the top of this stand?" "
The next instant he was struck down. "EXPLOSIVE. TAKE COVER. EXPLOSIVE.
TAKE COVER. COVER." "Presteign!" Black Rod squawked. Presteign shook him
off and watched the cannister curve up and then down toward the nose of "Vorga
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This book was published in 1956 – a time when traveling to the moon would still be science fiction for quite a few years. Many of its ideas were astonishing then and its plot of blind revenge ... Read full review