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
I'm not going to hurt you." "You're a bad man with a bad face." "I'm your friend,
Sigurd." "No, you're not. You want me to do b-bad things. " "I'm your friend. Look, I
know all about those big hairy men who pretend to be you, but I won't tell.
"Tell her I'm going to kill her, slow and hard. Tell her I've got a stateroom aboard
my yawl, fitted up just like my locker aboard 'Nomad' where I rotted for six months
. . . where she ordered 'Vorga' to leave me to die. Tell her she's going to rot and ...
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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