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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I've let a thought about Mr. Foyle slip and hurt his feel- ings?" The little man with
the platinum skull considered. "No, m'am. You wouldn't hurt nobody's feelings,
you. And Foyle ain't got none to hurt, him. He's just a big, dumb ox, is all." "I have
You sacrificed enough up at Tycho Sands. They can't ask any more of you." "I've
got one job to finish." "Ill help you finish it." "No. You'd best keep out of this,
Jisbella." "You don't trust me." "I don't want you hurt." "Nothing can hurt us." "Foyle
She doesn't want to be hurt. Listen to her." Foyle trembled. "She's telling us who
gave the order. Can't you hear? Listen with your eyes." The Burning Man pointed
a talon finger at the writhing Skoptsy. "She says Olivia." "What!" "She says Olivia.
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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