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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Jisbella cried. "Wake up, girl! Go!" "We can't run out on him." Jisbella seized the
trolley and ran it down the corridor. Quatt pounded alongside her. The roaring in
the hospital grew louder: "Foyle! Foyle! Foyle!" "Leave him, for God's sake!
Jisbella sobbed. Still automatically retaining her grip on Foyle's arm, she ran
across the seamed concrete to Sam Quatt's body. There she let go of Foyle and
touched Quatt's head tenderly. Her fingers were stained with blood. Foyle tore at
Then he leaned close to the mirror and inspected himself, unaware that Jisbella's
head was close to his as she too stared into the mirror. Not a mark of tattooing
remained. Both sighed. "It's clean," Foyle said. "Clean. He did the job." Suddenly
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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