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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Lindsey Joyce." "Address?" "Skoptsy Colony, Mars." "What!" Foyle was
thunderstruck. "He's a Skoptsy? You mean after hunting him for a year, I can't
touch him . . . hurt him . . . make him feel what I felt?" He turned away from the
tortured man on ...
guish with such a telepathic bray that Foyle was forced to shake the child again. "
Shut up!" he whispered. "You can't wake these dead. Now find me Lindsey Joyce.
" "They're sick . . . all sick . . . like worms in their heads . . worms and sickness ...
"This is Lindsey Joyce? Lindsey Joyce off the 'Vorga'? Ask her." "/ don't know
what 'Vorga' is." "Ask her!" "But I don't— She was . . . She like gave orders." "
Captain?" "/ don't like what's inside her. It's all sick and dark. It hurts. I want to go
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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