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Sandworms of Dune (Dune 7 Series #2)

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by Brian Herbert

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At the end of Frank Herbert's final novel, Chapterhouse: Dune, a ship carrying a crew of refugees escapes into the uncharted galaxy, fleeing from a terrifying, mysterious Enemy. The fugitives used genetic technology to revive key figures from Dune's past--including Paul Muad'Dib and Lady Jessica--to use their special talents to meet the challenges thrown


At the end of Frank Herbert's final novel, Chapterhouse: Dune, a ship carrying a crew of refugees escapes into the uncharted galaxy, fleeing from a terrifying, mysterious Enemy. The fugitives used genetic technology to revive key figures from Dune's past--including Paul Muad'Dib and Lady Jessica--to use their special talents to meet the challenges thrown at them.

Based directly on Frank Herbert's final outline, which lay hidden in two safe-deposit boxes for a decade, Sandworms of Dune will answer the urgent questions Dune fans have been debating for two decades: the origin of the Honored Matres, the tantalizing future of the planet Arrakis, the final revelation of the Kwisatz Haderach, and the resolution to the war between Man and Machine. This breathtaking new novel in Frank Herbert's Dune series has enough surprises and plot twists to please even the most demanding reader.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“I know nothing comparable to it except The Lord of the Rings.” —Arthur C. Clarke on Dune

“Appealing and gripping…Fascinating detail, yet cloaked in mystery and mysticism.” —Milwaukee Journal on Heretics of Dune

“The vast and fascinating Dune saga sweeps on---as exciting and gripping as ever.” —Kirkus Reviews on Chapterhouse: Dune

“This compelling saga of men and women struggling for their freedom is required reading for Dune fans.” —Library Journal on Dune: The Butlerian Jihad

“Dune addicts will happily devour Herbert and Anderson's spicy conclusion to their second prequel trilogy.” —Publishers Weekly on Dune: The Battle of Corrin

“Entertaining.” —Publishers Weekly on Hunters of Dune

Publishers Weekly

Longtime collaborators Herbert and Anderson set themselves a steep challenge-and, in the end, fail to meet it-in this much anticipated wrapup of the original Dune cycle (after 2006's Hunters of Dune). A large cast scattered across the cosmos must be brought together so that the final, all-powerful Kwisatz Haderach may be revealed in the ultimate face-off between humankind and the machine empire ruled by the implacable Omnius. Though pacing is brisk and the infrequent action scenes crackle with tension, only two minor characters-gholas, who are young clones with restored memories, of Suk doctor Wellington Yueh and God-Emperor Leto II-acquire real depth. Everyone else is too busy reacting to mostly irrelevant subplots like sabotage aboard the no-ship Ithaca, a plague devastating the planet of Chapterhouse and the genetic engineering of marine-dwelling sandworms. The lengthy climax relies on at least four consecutive deus ex machina bailouts, eventually devolving into sheer fairy tale optimism. Series fans will argue the novel's merits for years; others will be underwhelmed. (Aug.)

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Library Journal

Twenty years after their escape from the beleaguered Bene Gesserit world of Chapterhouse, as told in the late Frank Herbert's final Dune tale (Chapterhouse: Dune), the Bene Gesserit sisterhood embarks on a bold scheme to create ghola-clones that eventually awaken to the full memories of their original-of some of history's key personalities, in the hope that they can find a way to win an otherwise unwinnable war. Avoiding attempts by the machine world to locate their ship, Ithaca, proves challenging, but even more threatening is the discovery of at least one saboteur aboard the Ithaca. The future of humanity hangs on the abilities of newly created versions of Paul Muad'Dib; his mother, Lady Jessica Atreides; and the young ghola of Dune's notorious God Emperor, Leto II. Complex in structure though never hard to follow, this sequel to Hunters of Duneties together the threads left by Chapterhouse: Dune, bringing closure to a saga of planetary birth and death and human courage and hubris. At the same time, the authors have left room for further explorations of one of the genre's most enduring worlds. Highly recommended for all sf collections. [The publisher is promoting this volume with a $250,000 national marketing plan.-Ed.]

—Jackie Cassada
Kirkus Reviews
Final installment-chronologically, anyway-in the Dune series (Hunters of Dune, 2006, etc.) begun by the late Frank Herbert in 1965 and continued by his son, Brian, and collaborator Anderson. Thousands of years in the future, the Great Enemy that threatens humanity's survival has been revealed as Omnius, a megalomaniacal intelligent machine that survived the Butlerian Jihad, and his independent-minded sidekick Erasmus. Vengeful Omnius commands hordes of be-weaponed thinking machines and spaceships; Erasmus has consumed thousands of human personal histories in an attempt to understand the human species. The pair have created millions of undetectable Face Dancers (they can mimic any human shape) and placed them in key positions in the Spacing Guild administration, the factories of machine planet Ix and even the Sisterhood-heir to the old Atreides empire-led by Mother Commander Murbella. They have also cloned the evil Baron Harkonnen and the baron's old foe, Paul Atreides, whom the baron has worked assiduously to corrupt. Other than the beleaguered Sisterhood, the machines are opposed by Norma Cenva, the godlike Oracle, inspiration to the traditional spice-addicted Guild Navigators, and a spaceship containing clones of famous figures from the past, including Duncan Idaho, Paul Atreides, Leto II and the Bashar Miles Teg. Everybody agrees that events are shaping up for Kralizec, the long-foretold battle at the end of time. In true Herbertian fashion, everybody has a secret agenda; everyone dreams of defeating all opposition; and each side plots to create and control an omniscient superbeing known as the Kwisatz Haderach. Let Kralizec commence. The boys do a great job in investing the plot withheft and complexity and the narrative with pace and momentum, and conveying the sheer ferocity of the betrayals and duplicities. Less felicitous are the bland characters, whose extraordinary abilities rarely come across with much conviction. Dune lite-but for all that, a rare, rattling page-turner that no Dune adherent will pass up. $250,000 ad/promo

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Dune 7 Series , #2
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Chapter One

So many people I knew in the past are not yet reborn. I still miss them, even though I do not remember them. The axlotl tanks will soon remedy that.

—Lady Jessica,

The Ghola

Aboard the wandering no-ship Ithaca, Jessica witnessed the birth of her daughter, but only as an observer. Just fourteen years old, she and many others crowded the medical center, while two Bene Gesserit Suk doctors in the adjacent creche prepared to extract the tiny girl child from an axlotl tank.

“Alia,” one of the female doctors murmured.

This was not truly Jessica’s daughter, but a ghola grown from preserved cells. None of the young gholas on the no-ship were “themselves” yet. They had regained none of their memories, none of their pasts.

Something tried to surface at the back of her mind, and though she worried at it like a loose tooth, Jessica could not remember the first time Alia had been born. In the archives, she had read and reread the legendary accounts generated by Muad’Dib’s biographers. But she couldn’t remember.

All she had were images from her studies: A dry and dusty sietch on Arrakis, surrounded by Fremen. Jessica and her son Paul had been on the run, taken in by the desert tribe. Duke Leto was dead, murdered by Harkonnens. Pregnant, Jessica had drunk the Water of Life, forever changing the fetus inside her. From the moment of her birth, the original Alia had been different from all other babies, filled with ancient wisdom and madness, able to tap into Other Memory without having gone through the Spice Agony. Abomination!

That had been another Alia. Another time and another way.

Now Jessica stood beside her ghola “son” Paul, who was chronologically a year older than she. Paul waited with his beloved Fremen mate Chani and the nine-year-old ghola of a boy who had in turn been their son, Leto II. In a prior shuffle of lives, this had been Jessica’s family.

The Bene Gesserit order had resurrected these figures from history to help fight against the terrible Outside Enemy that hunted them. They had Thufir Hawat, the planetologist Liet-Kynes, the Fremen leader Stilgar, and even the notorious Dr. Yueh. Now, after almost a decade of hiatus in the ghola program, Alia had joined the group. Others would come soon; the three remaining axlotl tanks were already pregnant with new children: Gurney Halleck, Serena Butler, Xavier Harkonnen.

Duncan Idaho gave Jessica a quizzical look. Eternal Duncan, with all of his memories restored from all of his prior lives . . . She wondered what he thought of this new ghola baby, a bubble of the past rising up to the present. Long ago, the first ghola of Duncan had been Alia’s consort. . . .

Concealing his age well, Duncan was a full-grown man with dark wiry hair. He looked exactly like the hero shown in so many archival records, from the time of Muad’Dib, through the God Emperor’s thirty-five-century reign, to now, another fifteen centuries later.

Breathless and late, the old Rabbi bustled into the birthing chamber accompanied by twelve-year-old Wellington Yueh. Young Yueh’s forehead did not bear the diamond tattoo of the famous Suk School. The bearded Rabbi seemed to think he could save the gangly young man from repeating the terrible crimes he had committed in his prior life.

At the moment the Rabbi looked angry, as he invariably did whenever he came near the axlotl tanks. Since the Bene Gesserit doctors ignored him, the old man vented his displeasure on Sheeana. “After years of sanity, you have done it again! When will you learn to stop taunting God?”

After receiving an ominous prescient dream, Sheeana had declared a temporary moratorium on the ghola project that had been her passion from its inception. But their recent ordeal on the planet of the Handlers and their near capture by the Enemy hunters had forced Sheeana to reassess that decision. The wealth of historical and tactical experience the reawakened gholas could offer might be the greatest weapon the no-ship possessed. Sheeana had decided to take the risk.

Perhaps we will be saved by Alia one day, Jessica thought. Or by one of the other gholas . . .

Tempting fate, Sheeana had performed an experiment on this unborn ghola in an effort to make it more like the Alia. Estimating the point in the pregnancy when the original Jessica had consumed the Water of Life, Sheeana had instructed Bene Gesserit Suk doctors to flood the axlotl tank with a near-fatal spice overdose. Saturating the fetus. Trying to re-create an Abomination.

Jessica had been horrified to learn of it—too late, when she could do nothing about it. How would the spice affect that innocent baby? A melange overdose was different from undergoing the Agony.

One of the Suk doctors told the Rabbi to stay out of the birthing creche. Scowling, the old man held up a trembling hand, as if making a blessing on the pale flesh of the axlotl tank. “You witches think these tanks are no longer women, no longer human—but this is still Rebecca. She remains a child of my flock.”

“Rebecca fulfilled a vital need.” Sheeana said. “All of the volunteers knew exactly what they were doing. She accepted her responsibility. Why can’t you?”

The Rabbi turned in exasperation toward the young man at his side. “Speak to them, Yueh. Maybe they will listen to you.”

Jessica thought the sallow young ghola seemed more intrigued than incensed about the tanks. “As a Suk doctor,” he said, “I delivered many children. But never like this. At least I don’t think so. With my ghola memories still locked away, I get confused sometimes.”

“And Rebecca is human—not just some biological machine to produce melange and a brood of gholas. You have to see that.” The Rabbi’s voice grew in volume.

Yueh shrugged. “Because I was born in the same fashion, I cannot be entirely objective. If my memories were restored, maybe I’d agree with you.”

“You don’t need original memories to think! You can think, can’t you?”

“The baby is ready,” one of the doctors interrupted. “We must decant it now.” She turned impatiently to the Rabbi. “Let us do our work—or the tank could be harmed as well.”

With a sound of disgust, the Rabbi shouldered his way from the birthing creche. Yueh remained behind, continuing to watch.

One of the Suk women tied off the umbilical cord from the fleshy tank. Her shorter colleague cut the purplish-red whip; then she wiped off the slick infant and lifted little Alia into the air. The child let out a loud and immediate cry, as if she had been impatient to be born. Jessica sighed in relief at the healthy sound, which told her the girl was not an Abomination this time. The original newborn Alia had purportedly looked upon the world with the eyes and intelligence of a full adult. This baby’s crying sounded normal. But it stopped abruptly.

While one doctor tended the now-sagging axlotl tank, the other dried the infant and wrapped her in a blanket. Unable to help feeling a tug at her heart, Jessica wanted to reach out and hold the baby, but resisted the urge. Would Alia suddenly start speaking, uttering voices from Other Memory? Instead, the baby looked around the medical center, without seeming to focus.

Others would care for Alia, not unlike the way Bene Gesserit sisters took baby girls under their collective wing. The first Jessica, born under the close scrutiny of breeding mistresses, had never known a mother in the traditional sense. Nor would this Jessica, nor Alia, nor any of the other experimental ghola babies. The new daughter would be raised communally in an improvised society, more an object of scientific curiosity than love.

“What an odd family we all are,” Jessica whispered.

Humans are never capable of complete accuracy. Despite all the knowledge and experiences we have absorbed from countless Face Dancer “ambassadors,” we are left with a confused picture. Nonetheless, the flawed accounts of human history provide amusing insights into the delusions of mankind.


Records and Analyses, Backup #242

In spite of a decades-long effort, the thinking machines had not yet captured the no-ship and its precious cargo. That did not, however, stop the computer evermind from launching his vast extermination fleet against the rest of humanity.

Duncan Idaho continued to elude Omnius and Erasmus, who repeatedly cast their sparkling tachyon net into the nothingness, searching for their quarry. The no-ship’s veiling capability normally prevented it from being seen, but from time to time the pursuers caught glimpses, as of something concealed behind shrubbery. At first the hunt had been a challenge, but now the evermind was growing frustrated.

“You have lost the ship again,” Omnius boomed through wall speakers in the central, cathedral-like chamber in the technological metropolis of Synchrony.

“Inaccurate. I must first find it before I can lose it.” Erasmus tried to sound carefree as he shifted his flowmetal skin, reverting from his guise as a kindly old woman to the more familiar appearance of a platinum-surfaced robot.

Like overarching tree trunks, metal spires towered above Erasmus to form a vaulted dome within the machine cathedral. Photons glittered from the activated skins of the pillars, bathing his new laboratory in light. He had even installed a glowing fountain that bubbled with lava—a useless decoration, but the robot often indulged his carefully cultivated artistic sensibilities. “Do not be impatient. Remember the mathematical projections. Everything is nicely predetermined.”

“Your mathematical projections could be myths, like any prophecy. How do I know they are correct?”

“Because I have said they are correct.”

With the launch of the machine fleet, the long-foretold Kralizec had begun, at last. Kralizec . . . Armageddon . . . the Battle at the End of the Universe . . . Ragnarok . . . Azrafel . . . the End Times . . . the Cloud Darkness. It was a time of fundamental change, of the entire universe shifting on its cosmic axis. Human legends had predicted such a cataclysmic event since the dawn of civilization. Indeed, they had already been through several iterations of similar cataclysms: the Butlerian Jihad itself, the jihad of Paul Muad’Dib, the reign of the Tyrant Leto II. By manipulating computer projections, and thus creating expectations in the mind of Omnius, Erasmus had succeeded in initiating the events that would bring about another fundamental shift. Prophecy and reality—the order of things really didn’t matter.

Like an arrow, all of Erasmus’s infinitely complex calculations, running trillions of data points through the most sophisticated routines, pointed to one result: The final Kwisatz Haderach—whoever that was—would determine the course of events at the end of Kralizec. The projection also revealed that the Kwisatz Haderach was on the no-ship, so Omnius naturally wanted such a force fighting on his side. Ergo, the thinking machines needed to capture that ship. The first to exert control over the final Kwisatz Haderach would win.

Erasmus didn’t fully understand exactly what the superhuman might do when he was located and seized. Though the robot was a longtime student of mankind, he was still a thinking machine, while the Kwisatz Haderach was not. The new Face Dancers, who had long infiltrated humanity and brought vital information back to the Synchronized Empire, fell somewhere in between, like hybrid biological machines. He and Omnius had both absorbed so many of the lives stolen by the Face Dancers that sometimes they forgot who they were. The original Tleilaxu Masters had not foreseen the significance of what they had helped create.

The independent robot knew he still had to keep Omnius under control, though. “We have time. You have a galaxy to conquer before we need the Kwisatz Haderach aboard that ship.”

“I am glad I did not wait for you to succeed.”

For centuries Omnius had been building his invincible force. Using traditional but supremely efficient lightspeed engines, the millions and millions of machine vessels now swept forward and spread out, conquering one star system at a time. The evermind could have made use of the surrogate mathematical navigation systems, which his Face Dancers had “given” to the Spacing Guild, but one element of the Holtzman technology simply remained too incomprehensible. Something indefinably human was required to travel through foldspace, an intangible “leap of faith.” The evermind would never admit that the bizarre technology actually made him . . . nervous.

Copyright © 2007 by Herbert Properties LLC. All rights reserved.

Meet the Author

Brian Herbert, the author of numerous novels and short stories, has been critically acclaimed by leading reviewers in the United States and around the world. The eldest son of science fiction superstar Frank Herbert, he, with Kevin J. Anderson, is the author of Hellhole and continues his father's beloved Dune series with books including The Winds of Dune and House Atreides, among other bestsellers. He also wrote a biography of his father, Dreamer of Dune. Herbert graduated from high school at age 16, and then attended U.C. Berkeley, where he earned a B.A. in Sociology. Besides an author, Herbert has been an editor, business manager, board game inventor, creative consultant for television and collectible card games, insurance agent, award-winning encyclopedia salesman, waiter, busboy, maid and a printer. He and his wife once owned a double-decker London bus, which they converted into an unusual gift shop. Herbert and his wife, Jan, have three daughters. They live in Washington state.

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Sandworms of Dune (Dune 7 Series #2) 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 60 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
In Sandworms Brian and Kevin finally succeeded in destroying a man¿s greatest legacy to Science Fiction Literature. One of the main things I always enjoyed about Frank Herbert¿s novels, was the ability of formation of the mind as a separate entity capable of many things, the evolution of mind over matter, without the reliance of other things. Of course one of Herbert¿s main points as well as dilemmas was the trade off of reliance on one thing 'machines' to another 'the spice', in essence the trade off of one addiction for another without getting to the root of the problem. Now while I do believe after finally finishing the last in the Dune Series of novels that indeed an outline did exist for future work, I do also believe that the authors took many liberties with this book including in pulling a lot of it out of thin air. The reason I believe this is the revelation of Duncan Idaho, I have always questioned why he was always a constant in all of the six original novels, that there was something indeed special about him, something more than him than just have fanatical loyalty and devotion to all Atreides he served. Also the question of perhaps machines possibly returning did cross my mind with not only Leto¿s withholding of the spice, but also he himself destroy any Mentat¿s he knew about or of in fact he destroyed many Idaho¿s for this very reason of the Bene Thilex creating gholas with mentant powers. There was a reason for this one that was never answered in the original novels. Also, the face dancers as well they had become so good that even the Bene Gesserit couldn¿t really detect them any longer, why because they had evolved as well had become more human to the point they believed they were indeed the person they were to impersonate. However, this is where the ¿outline¿ of Herbert¿s greatest work ends and the tragedy begins. First off the Atreides were special individuals with abilities once combined with the Harkonnen¿s that made them what they were, to take away from the greatness of Paul who could see what others could not see and his son the God Emperor who could see all but said nothing and accepted the sacrifice oh behalf of humanity, belittles this man¿s work. The true objective of the original novels was to teach the consequences on the reliance on any substance be it organic or synthetic and that in trading one for another they had truly learned nothing even 15,000 years later. To bring back fairytale endings of all the original characters being brought back to life, Paul, Alia, Jessica, Leto I, Leto II, Liet-Kynes, Dr. Yueh, and Stilgar is bringing a Hollywood story where the good guys win in the end which isn¿t the purpose of the books at all. As for Duncan being the true Kwistaz Hadarach in any of the novels he never displayed any supernatural powers at all with the exception of his fanatical loyalty and the importance of his genes that not even the Bene Gesserit seemed with all of the prescience seemed to grasp. It was not only disappointing for them to have brought back Erasmus and Ominus but to have Erasmus turn into something not only human but understanding and then merging with Duncan Idaho to give to him the power of the Kwistaz Haderach the one who could be many places at once because he was now a machine with a HUMAN MIND. You can only fill so much into a shot glass before something spills out and this was a flood of too many characters, too many inconsistencies and too much of a disappointment of fans who loved, lived and shared these novels with others. If you don¿t want to get angry read this novel if you must with a grain of salt or try to look at it as a car wreck that you don¿t want to look at but can¿t help staring at as you drive by ¿
LisaJYarde More than 1 year ago
Reading this book was like coming home to a friend I didn't even know I'd missed. I fell under the spell of the six original Dune books as a teenager, read two of the prequel books in adulthood. For anyone familiar with the Dune universe, there is a very familiar feel to this book, with integral characters. Yet, several things are different enough to hold a reader's interest. I kept reminding myself to pace, to go to sleep, so I could savor the next chapter, but it was hard to do.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As an avid Dune reader from the Frank Herbert days, I looked forward to the 'conclusion' of the saga. These last 2 books are supposedly based on the master's notes, found long after his death. While I can stretch my imagination to believe that Frank Herbert conceived of this basic storyline, I found the books themselves to be predictable and shallow. The earlier attempts at bringing life to the Dune world were quite good - but they were investigating the past. In looking forward along the original Dune timeline, the authors have failed to live up to the incredible tale that is the original series. Where God Emperor, Chapterhouse and Heretics succeeded in painting a grand universe filled with an infinite variety of mystery and color, these 2 final books shrink it down to something simple and mundane.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've read every one of the Dune books several time since the early 80's and while this isn't Franks writing of Dune,it's his sons....and I loved it...couldnt put it down.Normally takes me 3 weeks for a hardcover...took 5 days.Honestly it's the end many people thought it would be...before Brian ever started writing Dune books. If you want 'old school' sci-fi go else where.If your tastes have matured with the years you'll enjoy it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
All elements of the story were neatly wrapped up into a nicely optimistic conclusion. Each group and individual was given a purpose and the potential for a meaningful future. Some elements might be cliched, but so what? The end result was a powerful vision of positive future potential in peace and harmony.
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