cover - Against a dark, moody background a sleek space ship heads towards a series of <BR>rock outcroppings that closely resemble the fingers of a hand growing out of the dark ground.

He had a moment of shattering, blinding terror. One minute he'd been driving along the familiar road to his city office, next he was hurtled centuries into the future. In seconds he had traversed centuries. But why had the tribesmen of the Wolf chosen him for such a grimly dangerous task? Could he - alone in a future world - tamper with the threads of destiny? Above all, was there a chance that he could escape the frightening future and find his way back to his own time?

Star Trek The Next Generation

Philip K Dick