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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"The ball and a man named Forrest." "Who's that?" "Ben Forrest, spaceman off
the 'Vorga.' I've got three leads to the man who gave the order to let me die. Three
names. A cook in Rome named Poggi; a quack in Shanghai named Orel; and ...
Forrest was queer for snakes, seems as if." "How do you know all this?" 'Told you
I've been studying . . . preparing for 'Vorga.' This is one of the things I learned.
Show you something else I've learned, if you're not chicken-livered. How to bring
Who gave the order to let me die, Forrest? Who?" The man smote the bank notes
from Foyle's hand, leaped up and ran down, the beach. Foyle tackled him at the
edge of the surf. Forrest fell headlong, his face in the water. Foyle held him there.
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Review: The Stars My DestinationUser Review - Bart - Goodreads
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