It's strange how our focus changes over time. In this re-read, the fourth, if I'm not mistaken, I had almost all of my attention on a certain young BG who was meant to imprint our young Duncan Idaho in his latest of five thousand years of incarnations. Even after Leto had seeded himself across the world.īut truly, the standouts are never whom you thought they should have been. Returning to the world of Dune, or rather, what's become of what was once a vibrant, vital center of the universe, is always a treat. I was a fan of Lynch's Dune and am curious to see what Villeneuve does with this one. The previews I have seen so far seem to be quite coherent with respect to the book. I am looking forward to Denis Villeneuve's Dune in October 2021. Philosophically, there was a LOT to chew on and the tech was probably the most diverse and interesting of all the Dune series since the first one. The action was great especially at the end (even if Teg’s capture of the Honored Matre’s no-ship was frustratingly fast-forwarded). I mean, I learned about much of the Dune universe that was never mentioned in the first four books (sex, Ix, the Tleilaxu, the Bene Geserit proscription of love.) and I really liked Teg and Odrade and even Lucillle and the new ghola. I know, you are like, wait, 5 stars? Really? And I am, like, I really enjoyed this book. There will be nothing left of a great series. I will read through it from start to finish.
When I have stamped it out, I will look at what I have written. Taste is the sales-killer, the hesitation that brings total profit meltdown. She watched his mouth, as it formed the words it had spoken so many times before: I have no taste. The training was brutal, but it was effective.
By now, the Litany was stamped deep into his psyche, impossible to eradicate. He sat down, and fed a sheet of paper into the machine.
She glanced at him again, and again he flinched. But of course there was no pitcher of water. "So, why then did you found a dynasty? Your son can assist you. I am working as hard as I can, Reverend Publisher. "Almost." Her irony was palpable, a force. He had promised himself that he would not flinch before the fire of her gaze, and once more he broke his promise. So many lives touched by her decisions, he thought. As usual, the Reverend Publisher was seated at her desk, writing. The guards ushered Frank into the office.
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