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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"Got to get out of here, girl," Foyle mumbled. "Got business with a ship called '
Vorga.' You dig me, girl? Going to ram out in this boat, is all." Mjira backed away
in alarm. Foyle saw the look in her eyes and leaped for her. He was so crippled
"Go, girl! Go!" "We can't leave Foyle!" 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!
"Come, girl! Come!" As Jisbella disappeared from sight behind the flank of the
Weekender, Foyle set controls and prepared for top acceleration. "Foyle! Will you
answer me? This is Dagenham speak- ing." "To hell with you, Dagenham," Foyle
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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