Dune Chronicles PDF Book Free Download

Edition	1 Edition
ISBN	‎ 0441013597, 978-0441013593
Posted on	August 2, 2005
Format	pdf
Page Count	540 pages
Author	Frank Herbert

Dune Chronicles Review

Set on the desert planet Arrakis, Dune is the account of the kid Paul Atreides, the main beneficiary of an honorable family entrusted with administering an aloof reality where the main thing of significant worth is the zest melange, a medication fit for broadening the life and improving cognizance. Desired across the known universe, melange is a prize worth killing for…

At the point when House Atreides is double-crossed, the annihilation of Paul’s family will set the kid on an excursion toward a fate more prominent than he might at any point have envisioned. Also, as he advances into the strange man known as MuadDib, he will bring to fulfillment humankind generally antiquated and impossible dream.

A dazzling mix of experience and mystery, environmentalism and legislative issues, Dune won the primary Nebula Award, shared the Hugo Award, and framed the premise of what is without a doubt the most fantastic epic in sci-fi.

About the Author

Frank Herbert is the bestselling author of the Dune saga. He was born in Tacoma, Washington, and educated at the University of Washington, Seattle. He worked a wide variety of jobs—including TV cameraman, radio commentator, oyster diver, jungle survival instructor, lay analyst, creative writing teacher, reporter, and editor of several West Coast newspapers—before becoming a full-time writer.

In 1952, Herbert began publishing science fiction with “Looking for Something?” in Startling Stories. But his emergence as a writer of major stature did not occur until 1965, with the publication of Dune. Dune Messiah, Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune, Heretics of Dune, and Chapterhouse: Dune followed, completing the saga that the Chicago Tribune would call “one of the monuments of modern science fiction.” Herbert is also the author of some twenty other books, including The White Plague, The Dosadi Experiment, and Destination: Void. He died in 1986.

Dune Chronicles INTRODUCTION

IN THE week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul.

It was a warm night at Castle Caladan, and the ancient pile of stone that had served the Atreides family as home for twenty-six generations bore that cooled sweat feeling it acquired before a change in the weather.

The old woman was let in by the side door down the vaulted passage by Paula’s room and she was allowed a moment to peer in at him where he lay in his bed. By the half-light of a suspensor lamp, dimmed and hanging near the floor, the awakened boy could see a bulky female shape at his door, standing one step ahead of his mother. 

The old woman was a witch shadow—hair like matted spiderwebs, hooded ’round darkness of features, eyes like glittering jewels.“Is he not small for his age, Jessica?” the old woman asked. Her voice wheezed and twanged like an untuned baliset. 

Paul’s mother answered in her soft contralto: “The Atreides are known to start late getting their growth, Your Reverence.

” So I’ve heard, so I’ve heard,” wheezed the old woman. “Yet he’s already fifteen.” Yes, Your Reverence.”

“He’s awake and listening to us,” said the old woman. “Sly little rascal.” 

She chuckled. “But royalty has need of slyness. And if he’s really the KwisatzHaderach …well….”Within the shadows of his bed, Paul held his eyes open to mere slits.

 Two bird-bright ovals—the eyes of the old woman—seemed to expand and glow as they stared into his.“Sleep well you sly little rascal,” said the old woman. “Tomorrow you’ll need all your faculties to meet my gom, Jabbar.”

And she was gone, pushing his mother out, closing the door with a solid thump. Paul lay awake wondering: What’s a gom Jabbar? In all the upset during this time of change, the old woman was the strangest thing he had seen. Your Reverence. And the way she called his mother Jessica like a common serving wench instead of what she was—a Bene Gesserit Lady, a duke’s concubine and mother of the ducal heir.

Is a gom Jabbar something of Arrakis I must know before we go there? He wondered.

He mouthed her strange words: Gomjabbar… Kwisatz Haderach.There had been so many things to learn. Arrakis would be a place so different from Caladan that Paul’s mind whirled with the new knowledge. 

Arrakis—Dune—Desert Planet. Thufir Hawat, his father’s Master of assassins, had explained it: their mortal enemies, the Harkonnens, had been on Arrakis eighty years, holding the planet in quasi-fief under a CHOAM Company contract to mine the geriatric spice, melange. Now the Harkonnen were leaving to be replaced by the House of Atreides in a fief-complete-an apparent victory for Duke Leto. Yet, Hawat had said, this appearance contained the deadliest peril, for Duke Leto was popular among the Great Houses of the Landsraad.

“A popular man arouses the jealousy of the powerful,” Hawat had said.

Arrakis—Dune—Desert Planet.

Paul fell asleep to dream of an Arrakeen cavern, silent people all around him moving in the dim light of glow globes. It was solemn there and like a cathedral, he listened to a faint sound—the drip-drip-drip of water. Even while he remained in the dream, Paul knew he would remember it upon awakening. He always remembered the dreams that were predictions. The dream faded.

Paul awoke to feel himself in the warmth of his bed—thinking … thinking.

This world of Castle Caladan, without play or companions his own age, perhaps did not deserve sadness in farewell. Dr. Yueh, his teacher, had hinted that the faufreluches class system was not rigidly guarded on Arrakis. The planet sheltered people who lived at the desert edge without caid or Bashar to command them: will-o’-the-sand people called Fremen, marked down on no census of theImperial Regate.Arrakis-Dune-Desert Planet.

Paul sensed his own tensions, decided to practice one of the mind-body lessons his mother had taught him. Three quick breaths triggered the responses: he fell into the floating awareness … focusing the consciousness … aortal dilation … avoiding the unfocused mechanism of consciousness … to be conscious by choice … blood enriched and swift-flooding the overload regions… one does not obtain food-safety-freedom by instinct alone …

Animal consciousness does not extend beyond the given moment nor into the idea, that its victims may become extinct … the animal destroys and does not produce …animal pleasures remain close to sensation levels, and avoid the perceptual … the human requires a background grid through which to see his universe … 

Focused consciousness by choice, this forms your grid … bodily integrity follows nerve blood flow according to the deepest awareness of cell needs … all things/cells/beings are impermanent … strive for flow-permanence within….Over and over and over within Paul’s floating awareness, the lesson rolled.

When dawn touched Paul’s window sill with yellow light, he sensed it through closed eyelids, opened them, hearing then the renewed bustle and hurry in the castle, seeing the familiar patterned beams of his bedroom ceiling.

The hall door opened and his mother peered in, hair like shaded bronze held with black ribbon at the crown, her oval face emotionless and green eyes staring solemnly.

“You’re awake,” she said. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes.”

He studied the tallness of her, saw the hint of tension in her shoulders as she chose clothing for him from the closet racks. Another might have missed the tension, but she had trained him in the Beane Gesserit Way—in the minutiae of observation. She turned, holding a semiformal jacket for him. It carried the red Atreides hawk crest above the breast pocket.

“Hurry and dress,” she said. “Reverend Mother is waiting.”

“I dreamed of her once,” Paul said. “Who is she?”

“She was my teacher at the Bene Gesserit school. Now, she’s the Emperor’s

Truthsayer. And Paul….” She hesitated. “You must tell her about your dreams.”

“I will. Is she the reason we got Arrakis?”

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