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You took their money and never intended bringing them to earth?" "It was a
racket." "And that's why you didn't pick me up?" "Would have had to scuttle you
anyway." "Who gave the order?" "Captain." "Name?" "Joyce. Lindsey Joyce." "
"Johnson, Wright, Keeley, Graff, Nastro, Underwood . . . God, there's thousands
here." Foyle read off the bronze identification plates attached to the slabs. "Reach
out, Sigurd. Find Lindsey Joyce for me. We can't go over them name by name.
The entire catacomb was illuminated by the Burning Man. Foyle's image stood
before him, face hideous, clothes on fire, the blazing eyes fixed on the convulsing
Skoptsy that had been Lindsey Joyce. The Burning Man opened his tiger mouth.
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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