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Davy has always been alone. He believes that he’s the only person in the world who can teleport. But what if he isn’t?

When Davy was a young teen, he discovered that he was capable of teleportation. At first, it was only when he was terrified and in horrible danger. Davy gradually learned to use and control his powers, for sheer survival in an

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Davy has always been alone. He believes that he’s the only person in the world who can teleport. But what if he isn’t?

When Davy was a young teen, he discovered that he was capable of teleportation. At first, it was only when he was terrified and in horrible danger. Davy gradually learned to use and control his powers, for sheer survival in an environment more violent and complex than he ever imagined.

But mere survival was not enough for Davy. He wanted to know if there were other people like him. He needed to know if his mother disappeared so completely from his life because she, too, could Jump. As he searched for a trace of anyone else with powers like his own, he learned to use his abilities for more than escape and theft. And in time, he found a woman who could share his life and his secrets.

Now a mysterious group of people has taken Davy captive. They don’t want to hire him and they don’t have any hope of appealing to him for help. What they want is to own him. They want to use his abilities for their own purposes, whether Davy agrees or not. And so they set about brainwashing him and conditioning him. They have even found a way to keep a teleporter captive.

And yet…there’s one thing that nobody knows, not even Davy.

The secret is that experiencing teleportation, over and over again, can teach a person how to do it. Davy’s wife, Millie, is the only person on Earth who has teleported nearly as often as he has. On the day that Davy was kidnapped, she discovered her new talent. Trapped in their cliffside cabin, in a place that is accessible only by teleportation, she attempted to make the climb down…and fell. In that moment, facing imminent death, she suddenly found herself in her own apartment.

Now, if she can learn to control this ability, and fast, she may be able to rescue Davy.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
In this delightful SF thriller, the long-anticipated sequel to the critically acclaimed Jumper (1992), Gould puts a fresh spin on the classic plot device of human teleportation. Once a teen struggling to escape an abusive father, Davy Rice is now a covert operative for the National Security Agency and happily married to Oklahoma psychologist Millie Harrison-Rice. Enter sudden marital discord over starting a family, and Davy, eager to avoid the issue, jumps from their remote West Texas hideaway to a meeting in Washington, D.C., only to be snatched by an evil organization intent upon forcing "the asset" to work for them. The baffled Millie keeps waiting for her husband to return, until she discovers that she, too, can teleport through space. While Davy spends much of the book a defiant prisoner, Millie learns the joy of jumping. In her effort to rescue her husband, she goes to ground and hides her dangerous new ability from the NSA and Davy's captors. The author's savvy decision to have the couple share this unique ability gives the sequel a rush of new energy, creating dazzling future possibilities for the duo. Though Gould continues to exuberantly press the boundaries of scientific credibility, his gift for placing ordinary people in extraordinary situations against a backdrop of international concerns makes this fast-paced adventure sizzle. At the end, the inevitable question arises: will the next jumper do it in diapers? Agent, Ralph Vicinanza. (Dec. 1) Forecast: While Jumper was aimed at a YA audience, a torture scene or two and some sex make this one for adults and mature older teens. Fans of Dean Koontz's earlier thrillers will find much to like here. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
As a teenager, Davy Rice discovered his unique ability to teleport, a quality that quickly made him a valuable commodity to many elements of society. Now Davy is a prisoner of a group that wants to force him to use his abilities for its own ends. Only his wife, Millie, has the potential to rescue him-provided she can develop her own nascent ability to teleport. Gould's sequel to Jumper continues the story of an extraordinary young man's journey from reckless youth to responsible adulthood. Fast action and strong male and female protagonists make this a good choice for most sf collections. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Belated sequel to Gould's fine debut (Jumper, 1992) involving teleportation, spooks, and paranoia. Davy Rice is the only person in the world who can "jump," meaning teleport himself instantly from place to place. Previously, he became involved with the NSA-doing only those jobs that didn't conflict with his own ethical sense. But this time, when he jumps to Washington, DC, to meet Brian Cox of the NSA, bad hats drug him and murder poor Brian. Days later, Davy wakes-chained (he can't jump out of them) and implanted with a device that causes uncontrollable vomiting and convulsions if he attempts to jump away or misbehave. Meanwhile, Davy's therapist wife, Millie, abandoned in their west Texas mountain hideaway, waits in vain for him to return. Eventually, she's forced to attempt to climb down the cliff, falls-and finds that from sheer terror she's jumped to their condo in Stillwater, Oklahoma! Swiftly Millie teaches herself to jump voluntarily, and contacts NSA agent Thomas P. Anders. The latter doesn't know who snatched Davy, but suspects another agency-or even higher-ups in the NSA itself. As Davy's forced to accept his captors' conditioning, and work for them moving people and things around the globe, he begins to discover other dimensions to his talent. Millie teams up with Becca Martingale of the FBI (Anders has been sidelined) to uncover Davy's trail. It leads to Martha's Vineyard and a huge old house belonging to one Lawrence Simons, a shadowy figure who rubs shoulders with government bigwigs. Compelling, chilling, and completely satisfying, with lots of knowing jokes for the fans and plenty of scope for more sequels.
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“This is a fun, fast-paced novel that - like Gould's other books - also has a social conscience that gives it more depth than such a story might have in lesser hands. You don't need to have read Jumper to enjoy the new novel, but [it's] highly recommended.” —Charles de Lint, The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction on Reflex

“Though Gould continues to exuberantly press the boundaries of scientific credibility, his gift for placing ordinary people in extraordinary situations against a backdrop of international concerns makes this fast-paced adventure sizzle.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review on Reflex

“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 implausibility's 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 on Jumper

“Sprightly first novel combining revenge, growing up, lonely superman and abuse-of-power motifs centered on a classic science-fiction theme: teleportation. ... An exceptionally well-organized debut, with thoughtful ideas, a controlled plot, and characters -- particularly the young protagonist -- portrayed with insight and compassion.” —Kirkus Reviews on Jumper

“Gould makes an auspicious debut with this playful and moving look at a hallowed science fiction concept: teleportation. ...Short fiction has earned this author a reputation in "hard" science fiction, and he applies similar logic to teleportation. ...His warm, delightful, and compulsively readable displays assured storytelling skill.” —Publishers Weekly on Jumper

The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction on Ref Charles de Lint
This is a fun, fast-paced novel that - like Gould's other books - also has a social conscience that gives it more depth than such a story might have in lesser hands. You don't need to have read Jumper to enjoy the new novel, but [it's] highly recommended.

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Chapter One

"Davy was gone."

The first time was like this.

"You are the most stubborn man I've ever met."

The latest incarnation of this argument started in a little pastry shop on Sullivan Street, New York City.

His first response was light. "You probably shouldn't have married me, then."

She glared.

"I can't help it. It's how I feel. At least I know how I feel. That's better than I used to be."

She watched him push crumbs across the tabletop, herding them into a neat little pile. The busboy was leaning against the lime-colored wall, watching them. They were the last customers in the place and it was almost eleven p.m. on the east coast.

"Let's get out of here," he said.

They threaded out between the tiny tables and into the chill air of the street. It was the first week of March. Out of sight, in a deep sheltered doorway smelling faintly of urine, he put his arms around her and jumped them, and the argument, a time zone to the west, to the small two-bedroom condo they owned near her clinic, in Stillwater, Oklahoma.

Her ears popped and she swallowed reflexively, so used to it that she hardly noticed. She was intensely frustrated. How can you love someone and want to kick them in the butt at the same time? "But what about the way I feel? I'm thirty-one. I'd like to have kids while I'm still young enough to keep up with them!"

The corners of his mouth turned down. "Look at how my dad--I don't exactly have the right modeling to be a parent."

You'll never know until you try.

"And there's the Aerie. It's not exactly kid-safe."

"We can live here. We can live elsewhere ifnecessary. It's not as if we don't have the resources."

"And when the kids start kindergarten? 'Did you take the bus today, little Millie?' 'No, my Daddy teleported me.'"

She glared at him but she couldn't really find an argument against this one. Was she to ask him to stop jumping? Jump, but lie about it to their child? Let the child know but have them lie? She knew that one all too well. She'd been lying about Davy for ten years.

He looked at his watch. "I have a meeting with Brian in D.C. in ten minutes. He wants to sell me on another errand."

Oh, that's convenient! Then she recalled his mentioning it the day before and felt guilty for the thought.

"You want to wait here?" he asked.

"How long do you think you'll be?"

He shrugged. "Not too long, I should think."

She was still annoyed. "I've got clients at seven-thirty. I need my sleep. You better jump me to bed, first." Though I'd rather you jumped me in bed.


He paced while she changed into her nightgown and brushed her teeth. He looked at books, opened them, shut them. When she was ready, he jumped her to the cliff dwelling--their hidden aerie in the rugged desert of far west Texas. It was cool here, but not as cold as New York City.

He turned on the bedside light and she heard the faint sound of the electrical generator kicking in, from its own enclosure at the far end of the ledge. The furniture, a rough knotty-pine queen-sized bed, contrasted sharply with the more contemporary bedstead back in the condo. The walls, ceiling, and floor were all rough stone, the face of this cliff, and only the rough-mortared outer wall, made of like-colored stone, was man-made. Most of the walls, natural and otherwise, were hidden by rows of knotty pine bookshelves.

She sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "We talked about it when we got married, you know."

He winced. "You said we could take some time, first."

"It's been ten years!"

He looked at his watch again. "Look, I've got to go, or I'll be late. We can--"

She turned her back. "Oh, just go!"


She shook her head. "Go, dammit!" Then she thought better of it and turned back to him, but he'd taken her at her word.

Davy was gone.

Of course she couldn't sleep.

When did I become an appendage? There was a price to be paid, being married to the world's only teleport. It was like being a Saudi wife, unable to travel anywhere unless accompanied by a male relative.

An appendage.

She'd accepted this, she realized, quite a long time ago, trading her own independence for the benefits, but she was beginning to feel that something was atrophying. If not my legs, then my spiritual wings.

And even Saudi wives can have children.

She alternated between blaming him and blaming herself with brief stints of blaming Mr. Brian Cox of the National Security Agency. The real blame, she knew, if it was going to rest on anyone, belonged to Davy's father, who was an abusive alcoholic when Davy was growing up, but even he'd changed, going through treatment and now a decade of grumpy and uncomfortable sobriety.

Deciding on blame wasn't going to give her a child. But she wasn't willing to raise a child without a partner's help. Davy's help.

For the millionth time she wished she could jump, like Davy, so she could go after him, to finish this argument, or at least defuse it. She regretted their decision to live here, hidden, instead of in Stillwater where she could expose him more to her friends' kids, to family settings totally unlike his own childhood.

Instead, they commuted, Davy jumping her in and out of the condo in Stillwater, usually from the Texas cliff house, though there were extended periods of living in Tonga, Costa Rica, and one glorious spring in Paris. Still, they always came back to the cliff house. It was the only place Davy felt safe.

He'd built it shortly before the NSA first discovered him, and Davy and Millie were the only humans who'd ever been there. The surrounding terrain was incredibly rugged, a tortuous rocky desert region known as El Solitario. Since Davy's original discovery of the place, it had become more popular. The original ranch surrounding the area had been bought by Texas and made a state park. Still, the house was built into a natural overhung cliff ledge two hundred feet from the canyon bottom and a hundred feet from its top. Backpackers had made it into the bottom of the canyon but since the Aerie was on the side of El Solitario away from the trailhead, there were fifteen miles of waterless mountain desert to be crossed just to get to the bottom of the canyon.

She groped for her glasses, got up, and put the kettle on the propane burner. While it heated she started a piñon fire in the woodstove, then browsed the shelves for a book. Davy had covered the walls in the first five years and then added freestanding double-sided shelves later. In the last two years, though, he'd finally started culling the shelves, donating books to community libraries, but his acquisition rate still exceeded his outgo and there were piles of new books throughout the dwelling.

It was three in the morning when she awoke in the reading nook, a cold pot of tea beside her and The Wood Wife fallen from her lap, that she gave up and went to bed.

Dammit, Davy! You must really be pissed.

When her alarm went off, at six-thirty, he still wasn't there.

Shit! She couldn't even cancel her clients, a husband and wife coming in for marital counseling. There was no phone--only a last-ditch 406 MHz PLB--a satellite-detected personnel locator beacon used by aircraft and ships for emergency search and rescue. It used the Global Positioning System to send its location so setting it off would put some sort of helicopter on the ridge above the Aerie fairly quickly.

She and Davy had considered a satellite cell phone for the Aerie but Davy was convinced the NSA could use it to locate the cliff house. Instead, he carried a satellite pager, so Cox could get messages to him all over the world, but it was receive only.

The Emergency PLB was just that, for emergencies. Was this one? Not yet, she decided.

He could get to the Aerie right up to seven-thirty and still jump her to the clinic on time, but her professional clothes were all in the Stillwater Condo. She wasn't even sure she had clothes here.

She ended up putting on one of Davy's flannel shirts and a pair of his jeans, which were tight in the crotch and thighs, and loose in the waist. She found a pair of her own running shoes and used Davy's socks.

For a while she stared at the picture on the bedside table, a Polaroid of both of them taken at a restaurant in Tahiti. She remembered Davy's irritation at the flash. He hadn't hesitated to buy it from the photographer. He didn't like images of himself floating around. He was going to destroy it but Millie asked him to give it to her instead. Only her promise that she would keep it in the Aerie had won him over.

There wasn't much in the propane refrigerator. She ate some Wheaties dry and drank two glasses of water. The ceramic water tank atop the refrigerator was only a quarter full when she checked the sight glass.

Come on, Davy! This isn't like you.

Seven-thirty came and went.

She rehearsed speeches of anger and pounded the bed with a stick. She read more. She paced. By midafternoon the anger had turned, like the worm, and she began to feel afraid.

She was afraid for Davy. Only death or severe injury could keep him from her. No jail could hold him, no prison bars, though, she remembered, chaining him to something solid might do it--something he couldn't jump. They'd tried that experiment once, long ago, handcuffing him to a railing. He'd nearly dislocated his shoulder. Old-fashioned manacles set in a wall would hold him nicely.

She shuddered.

A while later, she began to fear for herself.

Copyright © 2005 by Steven Gould

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Steven Gould is the author of four novels, including Jumper, the first book about Davy Rice. He lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with his wife, novelist Laura Mixon, and their children.

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Reading-Pro-Randall More than 1 year ago
Sometimes an author looks back on a previous work and wishes they could have done some things differently or added more to a story. I don't know if that is true in this case, but Reflex is an outstanding example of a sequel that both adds-to and enhances its preceding story. In my experience, sequels often accomplish the opposite (ruin the original), so it was refreshing to read Reflex. I enjoyed Jumper, and actually liked the movie as well, though it didn't exactly follow the narrative of the book. But the follow-up story takes the premise a step or two further and definitely in the right direction. I highly recommend this book (whether or not you've read Jumper), and look forward to future works from Steven Gould.
JosephCopeli More than 1 year ago
Although it took a while, it's a good thing that Reflex, the sequel to Steven Gould's Jumper, came along. The main problem with the first book, despite the appealing premise, was the lack of a plot-moving conflict until late in the story. Reflex redeems the series (can it be called that?) by getting the action started very early on and the book thrills almost until the last page. Like the first book, Gould spends a considerable amount of time on speculation and experimentation concerning Davy's teleportation ability, but unlike Jumper, it doesn't become the main concern of the book. Reflex opens ten years after the end of the last book. Davy and Millie are married and the former is doing occasional work for the NSA, sticking to ethically acceptable missions. Davy is drugged and kidnapped to a secret location by a shadowy organization that appears to have great influence in political and economic affairs, and ties to the NSA. They chain him to a wall to prevent him from teleporting and implant a device in his chest that is used to both torture him and condition him to do their bidding. Gould does a great job coming up with a method for his seedy antagonists to stop Davy from teleporting away when unchained, and at the same time, forcing Davy to cooperate with them. The more you learn about the system, the more ingenious it seems. Meanwhile, Millie uses her newfound teleportation power to search for Davy. Through contacts in the NSA, FBI and witnesses of Davy's kidnapping, Millie pieces together many clues that lead her very close to where Davy actually is and put her in danger as well. Gould's writing in this sequel seems to have grown up along with his characters. Gone are the angst-filled moments that Davy frequently had in Jumper and the writing style is generally more reader-friendly and less cringe-inducing (Jumper was definitely Young Adult, while Reflex seems a bit more mature). For some reason, I particularly enjoyed that the chapters alternated between Davy and Millie's point-of-view. Whereas Jumper lacked any well-developed antagonists, Reflex has a few, most notably Hyacinth Pope, the femme fatale that kidnapped Davy and antagonizes him with threats of abuse and seduction. All in all, Reflex was an exciting read. The polish and development of this book makes Jumper seem like it was written solely for the purpose of getting Reflex made. Although I haven't seen the movie Jumper, it's pretty clear they made major changes to give the story a better plot and more action than the first book had. Instead of going to all that trouble, I think they should have skipped Jumper and made a movie from Reflex. It would have been more of a spy thriller than a sci-fi blockbuster, but there are plenty of moments for action and CGI effects (and it would have been truer to the source material). The experimentation with teleportation, the human element of Millie searching for her husband, the interesting baddies to root against and the solid plot of Reflex would have made a much better choice for movie adaptation, just as these elements made Reflex a much better book than Jumper. [Disclosure: This review also appears on, a site for review and discussion of creative works.]
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Overall, this book was good-at the most. The beginning was very interesting, but afterward it became slow. What I finally found in this book was the Palidans. What I didn't get was that they used if for his power. It was great ehen Millie was able to jump. What I still didn't get what why did the others have implants? Did they have powers too? But overall the book was good. Can't wait to read Griffin's Story!!!!!!!
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Regina Brady More than 1 year ago
i really emjoyed not only this book but its predicessor jumper. both are examples of goulds brilliant mind
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