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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Kempsey. Name and address. In return for your promise to let me go." "It's a sale,"
he said. "You can go. Give it to me." She went at once to the travel dress she had
worn in Shanghai. From the pocket she took out a sheet of partially burned ...
I—" Kempsey choked and dropped the glass, staring at Foyle in horror. "Your
face!" he exclaimed. "My God, your face!" What happened to it?" "You happened
to it, you son of a bitch!" Foyle cried. He leaped up, his tiger face burning, and
Kempsey fainted. Foyle brought him to with the oxygen mask. "Let me die, for
God's sake!" "What's the matter? Does it hurt? I died for six months, and I didn't
whine." "Let me die." "In time, Kempsey. Your sympathetic block's been bypassed
, but ...
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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