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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They called themselves Jack-jaunters. They were jackals. Foyle climbed up
through the wreckage to the corridor on the floor above. The jack-jaunters had a
camp there. A whole calf roasted before a fire which sparked up to the sky
through a ...
The Jack-jaunters were not professional killers. They only worried defenseless
prey to death. "Don't bother me," Foyle warned quietly, ferreting intently through
closets and under overturned furniture. They edged closer, goaded by a ruffian in
The Jack-jaunters were not interested in literature. Sheffield threw Foyle down on
the floor. Only then did he take a gun from his pocket. Foyle's eyelids fluttered; his
eyes opened. "You're drugged," Sheffield said rapidly. "Don't try to jaunte.
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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