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If you sat motionless, the floor still sang, responding to vibrations from distant
StreetS. Around the rim of the cellar, on stone benches, sat the other fortune-
seekers, each holding his phosphor candle. You looked at them, sitting silent and
vibrations that created shattering harmonics in every substance in contact with
the floor. Glass, steel, stone, plastic... all screeched and burst apart. They could
hear the floor cracking, and the ceiling thundered. Tate groaned. "Hang on, Gus.
The scrambler fell to the floor. Reich clinched; punching, clawing, butting,
swearing hysterically. Powell hit him with three lightning blows, nape, navel, and
groin. The effect was that of a full spinal block. Reich crashed to the floor, retching
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I was set to give this story five stars throughout most of the book, but the ending threw me off. Way off.
The majority of the story is a detective story; we follow a crime from the angle of the perpetrator, and the investigating police officer. The caper is made all that much more exciting by the existence of people with esp, known as peepers, of which our investigator is one, and our perpetrator is not. A thrilling game of mouse and peeper cat made the book a quick read, and fun to follow. The inclusion of the catchy lyrics the perpetrator has purposely stuck in his head to keep himself from leaking his crime to the psychics around him interspersed throughout the dialog and action was a great touch that really increased the tension through certain parts of the story.
The conclusion however, I felt turned suddenly to a different tone altogether. The plot became less understandable, and the ending somewhat preachy. I suddenly got the impression that the author wrote the whole book as a means to state the exposition. Five stars until the last thirty pages or so.