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They Twinkled like Jewels: With linked Table of Contents
They Twinkled like Jewels: With linked Table of Contents
They Twinkled like Jewels: With linked Table of Contents
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They Twinkled like Jewels: With linked Table of Contents

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Crane didn't get the nice man's name—until it was far too late to do anything at all about it.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 27, 2016
ISBN9781515404767
They Twinkled like Jewels: With linked Table of Contents
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Philip Jose Farmer

Philip José Farmer (1918–2009) was born in North Terre Haute, Indiana, and grew up in Peoria, Illinois. A voracious reader, Farmer decided in the fourth grade that he wanted to be a writer. For a number of years he worked as a technical writer to pay the bills, but science fiction allowed him to apply his knowledge and passion for history, anthropology, and the other sciences to works of mind-boggling originality and scope. His first published novella, “The Lovers” (1952), earned him the Hugo Award for best new author. He won a second Hugo and was nominated for the Nebula Award for the 1967 novella “Riders of the Purple Wage,” a prophetic literary satire about a futuristic, cradle-to-grave welfare state. His best-known works include the Riverworld books, the World of Tiers series, the Dayworld Trilogy, and literary pastiches of such fictional pulp characters as Tarzan and Sherlock Holmes. He was one of the first writers to take these characters and their origin stories and mold them into wholly new works. His short fiction is also highly regarded. In 2001, Farmer won the World Fantasy Award for Life Achievement and was named Grand Master by the Science Fiction & Fantasy Writers of America.

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    Even through all those years of misery and wandering, he had not once admitted to himself the true nature of this fog-cottoned grail. He knew it, and he did not know it. It was patrolling the edge of his mind, circling a far-off periphery, recognizable by a crude silhouette but nameless. I realised that I had heard this story narrated on a podcast as soon as I read about Jack seeing the shadow and the boots while hiding in the empty lot. This is a sad tale about the hapless victims of an alien invasion that seems to have gone unnoticed by earth's government and the general population, allowing the aliens to get away with murder.
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    After high school, Jack Crane decided to work for a year, save his money, and see the world before going to college. He achieved all but the latter. Instead, he ran out of money and ended up homeless, spending his days evading agents of the Bureau of Health and Sanity (Bohas) who would lock him up along with the rest of society's undesirables.All the while, Jack recollects a moment from his chilhood when his father met with an eccentric insurance salesman. During that meeting, young Jack experienced a euphoric vision while staring into the saleman's eyeglasses. If only Jack could find that man again and glean an explanation for what happened to him...

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They Twinkled like Jewels - Philip Jose Farmer

They Twinkled like Jewels

by Philip José Farmer

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ISBN 13: 978-1-5154-0476-7

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They Twinkled like Jewels

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Jack Crane lay all morning in the vacant lot. Now and then he moved a little to quiet the protest of cramped muscles and stagnant blood, but most of the time he was as motionless as the heap of rags he resembled. Not once did he hear or see a Bohas agent, or, for that matter, anyone. The predawn darkness had hidden his panting flight from the transie jungle, his dodging across backyards while whistles shrilled and voices shouted, and his crawling on hands and knees down an alley into the high grass and bushes which fringed a hidden garden.

For a while his heart had knocked so loudly that he had been sure he would not be able to hear his pursuers if they did get close. It seemed inevitable that they would track him down. A buddy had told him that a new camp had just been built at a place only three hours drive away from the town. This meant that Bohas would be thick as hornets in the neighborhood. But no black uniforms had so far appeared. And then, lying there while the passionate and untiring sun mounted the sky, the bang-bang of his heart was replaced by a noiseless but painful movement in his stomach.

He munched a candy bar and two dried rolls which a housewife had given him the evening before. The tiger in his belly quit pacing back and forth; it crouched and licked its chops, but its tail was stuck up in his throat. Jack could feel the dry fur swabbing his pharynx and mouth. He suffered, but he was used to

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