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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"You're lying." "I don't know," Foyle mumbled stubbornly. "But there has to be
something valuable. Ask Jiz." "Listen," Quatt said, "I'm going to teach you
something. We do business legitimate, see? We don't slash and scalp. We don't
Quatt shook. The uniformed men were swarming all over the building, shouting: "
Foyle! Foyle! Foyle! Foyle!" Baker disappeared with a pop. The attendants
jaunted too, deserting the trolley on which Foyle waved his arms and legs feebly,
Jisbella helped Quatt haul Foyle to his shoulder. The temporal freaks seemed to
fill the ward with shrieking streaks. The ward doors burst open. A dozen bolts
from pneumatic guns whined through the ward, dropping the temporal patients in
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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