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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Can you get the muck off his face? Clean it up? He says they were stymied at
General Hospital." "They haven't had my experience, dear. Hmm. I seem to
remember reading something once . . . somewhere . . . Now where did I—? Wait
a minute ...
Only then did Foyle turn to Jisbella and ask: "What? What did you say?" ' Through
the clear globe of the helmet she could see his face distinctly. And as the rage
within Foyle died away, Jisbella saw the blood-red tattooing fade and disappear.
"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 flung the ampule like a knife. It pierced Kempsey's neck and hung
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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