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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Men are in the north quadrant of Gouffre Martel. Women are in the south. I'm
South-900. Where are you?" "North- 111." "You're a quarter of a mile away. How
can we— Of course! It's the Whisper Line. I always thought that was a legend, but
We must be out of Gouffre Martel." "What?" "It's night outside. Pitch-black.
Overcast. We came out of the caves and never knew it. We're out, Jiz! We made it.
" They leaped to their feet, peering, listening, sniffing. The night was impenetrable
, but ...
The first that ever broke out of Gouffre Martel. The cops won't rest until they've got
us back. This is extra-special for them." "But—" "How long d'you think we can stay
out of Gouffre Martel with Foyle running around with that tattooed face?" "What ...
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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