What if you could jump?  Go anywhere in the world in the blink of an eye?   What would you do?  Where would you go? 

 

What if you were only five years old?

 

Griffin O’Connor jumped for the first time in front of a busload of tourists in Oxford;  there was no hope of keeping his ability a secret.   He was hunted from that day, on the run with his family, and then without them.  His only hope is to stay alive and free until he can become the hunter himself.

 

ANYWHERE IS POSSIBLE

 

Jumper is a major motion picture from 20th Century Fox/New Regency Productions, starring Hayden Christensen, Samuel L. Jackson, Diane Lane, and Jamie Bell.

Praise

“The theme of Steven Gould’s Jumper is, quite literally, escape. The first half of Jumper has a charm and bounce that carry the reader past the implausibilities inherent in the premise—imagine a Holden Caulfield with the power of life or death over the jerks and phonies.” --The New York Times Book Review
 
“Gould proves once again that in the hands of a wonderful, perceptive writer, there is no such thing as an old idea. What sets Jumper apart from other novels that dip back into the well of the masters is that Gould brings his own keen empathy and rigorous intelligence to the story.....This is a book that you won’t want to miss.  It reminded me of why I first came to love science fiction, and yet I didn’t have to be twelve again to have a great time reading it.” --Orson Scott Card

About the Author(s)

Steven Gould

Steven Gould is the author of Jumper, Wildside, Helm, Blind Waves, Reflex, and Jumper: Griffin’s Story, as well as several short stories. He is the recipient of the Hal Clement Young Adult Award for Science Fiction and has been on the Hugo ballot twice and the Nebula ballot once for his short fiction. Steve lives in New Mexico with his wife, writer Laura J. Mixon and their two daughters. As he is somewhere between Birth and Death, he considers himself to be middle-aged.

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Excerpt

Chapter One

The Empty Quarter

Every couple of months Dad and I would climb in the car and he’d drive out through the suburbs, out past the small towns, past the farms and ranches, until we came to what I called the Empty Quarter. I saw a BBC special on it once—I thought they said Ruby Kallie, but now I know they were saying the Rub al-Khali—the “quarter of emptiness.

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