Heretics of Dune
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With more than ten million copies sold, Frank Herbert's magnificent Dune books stand among the major achievements of the human imagination. In this, the fifth and most spectacular Dune book of all, the planet Arrakis--now called Rakis--is becoming desert again. The Lost Ones are returning home from the far reaches of space. The great sandworms are dying. And the children of Dune's children awaken from empire as from a dream, wielding the new power of a heresy called love...
to do on Rakis. I can guess but my guess may be wrong." "Guess, then." "There is a young girl on Rakis, barely into her teens. Her name is Sheeana. The worms of Rakis obey her. Somehow, the Sisterhood must gather this talent into its own store of abilities." "What could I possibly. . . "If I knew, I certainly would tell you now." He heard her sincerity unmasked by her desperation. "What does your talent have to do with this?" he demanded. "Only Taraza and her councillors
come closer! Cautiously, Teg lifted his long lasgun from the rock and moved backward, drifting up into the higher rocks, slipping left and then right. He paused twice to sweep the slopes below him with short bursts as though conserving the gun's charge. There was no sense in trying to conceal his movements. They would have a life-tracer on him by now and, besides, there were the tracks in the snow. The unexpected! Could he suck them in close? Well above the no-globe's access cave he
foul. "This was a Harkonnen factory," Burzmali said. "I wonder what they made here?" The young woman stopped in front of Lucilla. She had a willowy figure, elegant in shape and motion under the clinging robe. A subcutaneous glow came from her face. It spoke of exercise and good health. The green eyes, though, were hard and chilling in the way they measured everything they saw. "So they sent more than one of us to watch this place," she said. Lucilla put out a restraining hand as
exposure filled her. She did not know how she had come here. She knew only where she was and this gripped her with an agony of fear. The worm continued quiescent on the sand. Sheeana did not know what to do. At any moment, the worm could roll over and crush her. Or it could burrow beneath the sand, leaving her on the surface to be scooped up at leisure. Abruptly, a long tremor worked its way down the worm's length from its tail to Sheeana's position behind the mouth. The worm began to
formed with the helical core from which all life took its shapes. That the Bene Tleilax made them added to the aura of obscenity around a creature whose multimouths ground incessantly on almost any garbage, passing that garbage swiftly into excrement that not only smelled of the sty but was slimy. "The sweetest meat this side of heaven," Bellonda had quoted from a CHOAM promotion. "And it comes from obscenity," Taraza had added. Obscenity. Taraza thought of this as she stared at