Frank Herbert's Dune Saga Collection: Books 1-3

“It’s like life—it presents a different face each time you take it. Some hold that the spice produces a learned-flavor reaction. The body, learning a thing is good for it, interprets the flavor as pleasurable—slightly euphoric. And, like life, never to be truly synthesized.”

One of these desert women would not do as wife to a Duke. As concubine, yes, but not as wife.

From behind the headboard slipped a tiny hunter-seeker no more than five centimeters long.

That filmclip there—they call you ‘Mahdi’—‘Lisan al-Gaib’—as a last resort, you might capitalize on that.”

STILGAR’S PREFACE

Our Missionaria Protectiva seldom fails. A place was prepared for us in this wilderness. The prayer of the salat has carved out our hiding place. Now…I must play the part of Auliya, the Friend of God…Sayyadina to rogue peoples who’ve been so heavily imprinted with our Bene Gesserit soothsay they even call their chief priestesses Reverend Mothers.

It was another of the essential ingredients that she felt her son needed: people with a goal. Such people would be easy to imbue with fervor and fanaticism. They could be wielded like a sword to win back Paul’s place for him.

The eyes were that fathomless blue-within-blue under thick brows.

—FROM “PRIVATE REFLECTIONS ON MUAD’DIB” BY THE PRINCESS IRULAN