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The man in the tricorne hat and mink suit roared. "Was there a body in here?"
Foyle asked. "Negro girl. Very tall. Very beautiful." The man writhed and
attempted to gouge Foyle's eyes. "You keep track of bodies," Foyle said gently. "
Some of you ...
He stood in the door to nowhere. The cold was the taste of lemons and the
vacuum was a rake of talons on his skin. The sun and the stars were a shaking
ague that racked his bones. "GLOMMHA FREDNIS!" motion roared in his ears. It
was a ...
he roared to the mob. "Take it! Keep it! It's your future. PyrE!" He hurled the slug
into the crowd and roared over his shoulder: "SanFran. Russian Hill stage." He
jaunted St. Louis-Denver to San Francisco, arriving at the Russian Hill stage
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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