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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"With all courtesy I shave your ill-formed eyebrows," Y'ang-Yeovil said. "Most
respectfully I singe your snaggle teeth." Bunny laughed. "Come, sirs," Presteign
protested. "We are reaffirming a three thousand-year blood feud," Y'ang-Yeovil ...
"Smell this," he laughed. "Taste it. It's grass, Jiz. Earth and grass. We must be out
of Gouffre Martel." "What?" "It's night outside. Pitch-black. Overcast. We came out
of the caves and never knew it. We're out, Jiz! We made it." They leaped to their ...
... the uniformed guards, attendants, servants, and admirers of the bearded sage
we all know so well, Sigurd Magsman, selling his awesome powers for awesome
prices. Foyle laughed immoderately: "But there's a Sixthly that I know: Sigurd ...
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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