Frank Herbert's Dune ended with Paul Muad'Dib in control of the planet Dune. Herbert's next Dune book, Dune Messiah, picked up the story several years later after Paul's armies had conquered the galaxy. But what happened between Dune and Dune Messiah? How did Paul create his empire and become the Messiah? Following in the footsteps of Frank Herbert, New York Times bestselling authors Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson are answering these questions in Paul of Dune.
The Muad'Dib's jihad is in full swing. His warrior legions march from victory to victory. But beneath the joy of victory there are dangerous undercurrents. Paul, like nearly every great conqueror, has enemies--those who would betray him to steal the awesome power he commands. . . .
And Paul himself begins to have doubts: Is the jihad getting out of his control? Has he created anarchy? Has he been betrayed by those he loves and trusts the most? And most of all, he wonders: Am I going mad?
Paul of Dune is a novel everyone will want to read and no one will be able to forget.
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About 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, House Atreides, Sandworms of Dune, 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.
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 celebrated science fiction author 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, House Atreides, Sandworms of Dune, 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.
More than two dozen of Kevin J. Anderson's novels have appeared on national bestseller lists; and he has over eleven million books in print worldwide. His works have been translated into over 22 languages including German, Japanese, Spanish, Chinese, Korean and Hebrew.
For a book signing during the promotional tour for his comedy/adventure novel AI! PEDRITO!, Anderson broke the Guinness World Record for "Largest Single-Author Signing," passing the previous records set by Gen. Colin Powell and Howard Stern.
Kevin worked in California for twelve years as a technical writer and editor at the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory, one of the nation's largest research facilities. At the Livermore Lab, he met his wife Rebecca Moesta and also his frequent co-author, Doug Beason. After he had published ten of his own science fiction novels to wide critical acclaim, he came to the attention of Lucasfilm, and was offered the chance to write Star Wars novels.
The novels in his Star Wars Jedi Academy trilogy became the three top-selling science fiction novels of 1994. He has also completed numerous other projects for Lucasfilm, including the 14 volumes in The New York Times bestselling Young Jedi Knights series (co-written with his wife Rebecca Moesta). His three original Star Wars anthologies are the bestselling SF anthologies of all time.
Kevin is also the author of three hardcover novels based on the X-Files; all three became international bestsellers, the first of which reached #1 on the London Sunday Times bestseller list. Ground Zero was voted "Best Science Fiction Novel of 1995" by the readers of SFX magazine. Ruins hit The New York Times bestseller list, the first X-Files novel ever to do so, and was voted "Best Science Fiction Novel of 1996."
Kevin's thriller Ignition, written with Doug Beason, has sold to Universal Studios as a major motion picture. Anderson and Beason's novels have been nominated for the Nebula Award and the American Physics Society's "Forum" award. Their other novels include Virtual Destruction, Fallout, and Ill Wind, which has been optioned by ABC TV for a television movie or miniseries. His collaborative works include ARTIFACT (Forge Books; May 2003), a thriller written with F. Paul Wilson, Janet Berliner, and Mathew Costello; and DUNE: THE BATTLE OF CORRIN (Tor Books; August 2004) written with Brian Herbert, Book 3 of their acclaimed Legends of Dune trilogy, and the sequel to the bestsellers DUNE: THE BUTLERIAN JIHAD and DUNE: THE MACHINE CRUSADE.
Kevin's solo work has garnered wide critical acclaim; for example, Climbing Olympus was voted the best paperback SF novel of 1995 by Locus Magazine, Resurrection, Inc., was nominated for the Bram Stoker Award, and his novel Blindfold was a 1996 preliminary Nebula nominee. Anderson has written numerous bestselling comics, including Star Wars and Predator titles for Dark Horse, and X-Files for Topps.
Kevin's research has taken him to the top of Mount Whitney and the bottom of the Grand Canyon, inside the Cheyenne Mountain NORAD complex, into the Andes Mountains and the Amazon River, inside a Minuteman III missile silo and its underground control bunker, and onto the deck of the aircraft carrier Nimitz, inside NASA's Vehicle Assembly Building at Cape Canaveral. He's also been on the floor of the Pacific Stock Exchange, inside a plutonium plant at Los Alamos, behind the scenes at FBI Headquarters in Washington, DC, and out on an Atlas-E rocket launchpad. He also, occasionally, stays home and writes. Kevin and his wife, writer Rebecca Moesta, live in Colorado.
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Paul of Dune
By Brian Herbert, Kevin J. Anderson
Tom Doherty AssociatesCopyright © 2008 Herbert Properties LLC
All rights reserved.
One Year After the Fall of Shaddam IV
* * *
Much more remains of my father than these few fragments. His bloodline, his character, and his teachings have made me who I am. As long as the universe remembers me as Paul-Muad'Dib, so too will Duke Leto Atreides be remembered. The son is always shaped by the father.
— inscription on the Harg Pass Shrine
A serene ocean of sand stretched as far as the eye could see, silent and still, carrying the potential for terrible storms. Arrakis — the sacred world Dune — was becoming the eye of a galactic hurricane, a bloody Jihad that would rage across the planets of the crumbling Imperium. Paul Atreides had foreseen this, and now he had set it in motion.
Since the overthrow of Shaddam IV a year ago, millions of converts had joined Paul's armies in addition to his own Fremen warriors, all of whom had pledged their lives to him. Led by his fanatical Fedaykin and other trusted officers, his holy warriors had already begun to fan out from staging areas, bound for specific star systems and targets. Just that morning, Paul had sent Stilgar and his legion off with a rousing speech that included the words, "'I bestow strength on you, my warriors. Go now and perform my holy bidding.'" It was one of his favorite passages from the Orange Catholic Bible.
Afterward, in the heat of the afternoon, he had taken himself far from the bedlam of the city of Arrakeen, from the agitated troops and the fawning clamor of worshippers. Here in the isolated mountains, Paul required no Fremen guide. The high desert was silent and pure, giving him an illusion of peace. His beloved Chani accompanied him, along with his mother, Jessica, and his little sister. Not quite four years old, Alia was vastly more than a child, pre-born with all the memories and knowledge of a Reverend Mother.
As Paul and his companions ascended the stark brown mountains to Harg Pass, he tried to cling to a feeling of serene inevitability. The desert made him feel small and humble, in sharp contrast to being cheered as a messiah. He prized each quiet moment away from the devoted followers who chanted, "Muad'Dib! Muad'Dib!" whenever they glimpsed him. Before long, when news of the military victories started streaming in, it would get even worse. But that could not be avoided. Eventually, he would be swept along by the Jihad. He had already charted its course, like a great navigator of humanity.
War was one of the tools at his disposal. Now that he had exiled the Padishah Emperor to Salusa Secundus, Paul had to consolidate his power among the members of the Landsraad. He had sent his diplomats to negotiate with some of the noble Houses, while dispatching his most fanatical fighters against the defiant families. A number of lords would not lay down their arms and vowed to put up fierce resistance, claiming either that they would not follow a rebel or that they'd had enough of emperors altogether. Regardless, the armies of Muad'Dib would sweep over them and continue onward. Though Paul sought to reduce and even eliminate the violence, he suspected that the bloody reality would prove far worse than any prescient vision.
And his visions had been frightening.
Centuries of decadence and mismanagement had filled the Imperium with deadwood — tinder that would allow his firestorm to spread with startling speed. In a more civilized time, problems between Houses had been settled with an old-fashioned War of Assassins, but that solution seemed quaint and gentlemanly now, no longer plausible. Faced with the tide of religious fervor approaching their worlds, some leaders would simply surrender, rather than try to stand against the invincible onslaught.
But not all of them would be that sensible....
On their trek, Paul and his three companions wore new stillsuits covered by mottled cloaks to camouflage them in the desert. Though the garments looked well worn, they were actually finer than any Paul had used when he'd lived as a fugitive among the Fremen. Their makers claimed that these durable offworld imports were superior to the simpler versions that had traditionally been made in hidden sietches.
The manufacturers mean well, he thought. They do it to show their support for me, without realizing the implied criticism in their "improvements."
After selecting the perfect position high on the ridge, a small natural amphitheater guarded by tall rocks, Paul set down his pack. He uncinched the straps and pulled aside the cushioning folds of velvatin cloth with a reverence comparable to what he saw in the faces of his most devout followers.
In respectful silence he removed the clean, ivory-colored skull and several broken bone fragments — two ribs, an ulna, and a femur that had been brutally snapped in two, all of which the Fremen had preserved for years after the fall of Arrakeen to the Harkonnens. These were the remains of Duke Leto Atreides.
He saw nothing of his warm and wise father in the bones, yet they constituted an important symbol. Paul understood the value and necessity of symbols. "This shrine is long overdue."
"I have already built a shrine to Leto in my mind," Jessica said, "but it will be good to lay him to rest."
Kneeling beside Paul, Chani helped him clear a spot among the large boulders, some of which had just begun to show a mottling of lichen. "We should keep this place a secret, Usul. Leave no marker, give no directions. We must protect your father's resting place."
"The mobs will not be kept at a distance," Jessica said in a resentful tone. She shook her head. "No matter what we do, tourists will find their way here. It will be a circus, with guides wearing false Fremen clothing. Souvenir vendors will chip off flakes of rock, and countless charlatans will sell splinters of bone fragments, claiming that the objects come from Leto's body."
Chani looked both disturbed and awed. "Usul, have you foreseen this?" Here, away from the crowds, she used his private sietch name.
"History has foretold it," Jessica answered for him, "time and time again."
"And it must be done, to build the appropriate legend." Alia spoke sternly to her mother. "The Bene Gesserit planned to use my brother in this way for their own purposes. Now he creates the legends himself, for his own purposes."
Paul had already weighed the options. Some pilgrims would come here out of sincere devotion, while others would make the journey simply to boast that they had done it. Either way, they would come. He knew it would be folly to stop them, so he had to find another solution. "I will have my Fedaykin mount a round-the-clock vigil. No one will desecrate this shrine."
He arranged the bones and carefully set the skull atop them, tilting it upward a little so that the hollow, empty sockets could look toward the cloudless blue sky.
"Alia is right, Mother," Paul said, not looking at either his sister or Jessica. "While we manage the business of war, we are also in the business of creating a myth. It is the only way we can accomplish what is necessary. Mere appeals to logic and common sense are not enough to sway the vast population of humankind. Irulan is uniquely talented in that area, as she has already demonstrated by the popularity of her history of my ascension to power."
"You are cynical, Usul." Chani sounded disturbed at the reminder that Paul's wife, in name only, served any useful function at all.
"My brother is pragmatic," Alia countered.
Paul stared for a long moment at the skull, imagining the face of his father: the aquiline nose, gray eyes, and an expression that could shift from anger toward his enemies to unmatched love for his son or Jessica. I learned so much from you, Father. You taught me honor and leadership. I only hope you taught me enough. What he knew he must face in the coming years would go far beyond the greatest crises Duke Leto had ever confronted. Would the lessons apply on such a grand scale?
Paul picked up a large rock and placed it in front of the skull, beginning the cairn. Then he gestured for his mother to set the second stone, which she did. In turn, Alia contributed to the pile, sounding wistful. "I miss my father. He loved us enough to die for us."
"It's too bad you never actually knew him," Chani said quietly, placing her first rock on the cairn.
"Oh, but I did," Alia said. "My pre-born memories encompass a trip my mother and father took to the Caladan wilderness after little Victor was killed. That was where Paul was conceived." Alia often made eerie, unsettling comments. The lives crammed into her mind stretched far. She looked up at her mother. "You even caught a glimpse of the Caladan primitives then."
"I remember," Jessica said.
Paul continued piling stones. As soon as the cairn completely covered his father's bones, he stepped back to share a poignant, solitary moment with those who had loved Leto best.
Finally, Paul touched the communicator stud on the collar of his stillsuit. "Korba, we are ready for you now."
Almost immediately, loud engines shattered the searing calm of the desert. Two 'thopters bearing the green-and-white Imperial crest of Emperor Muad'Dib rose from behind the sheer ridge and dipped their wings. The lead 'thopter was flown by the leader of Paul's Fedaykin, Korba, a man who displayed his allegiance with religious fervor. Yet he was more than a mere sycophant — Korba was much too smart for that. All of his actions had carefully calculated consequences.
Behind the small fliers came a train of heavy-lift vehicles, with polished stone blocks dangling by suspensors beneath their bellies. The stone blocks, carved by artisans in Arrakeen, were embellished with intricate images that, when assembled, would make a continuous frieze of great events in the life of Duke Leto Atreides.
Now that the respectful communication silence had been broken, squad commanders barked orders to their teams of laborers, calling them to begin their work at the new sacred site.
Silent and stoic, Jessica stared at the small cairn of rocks as if burning Leto's shrine into her memory, rather than the monstrosity that was about to take shape.
The echoing noise of machinery reflected back upon the amphitheater of rocks. Korba landed his 'thopter and emerged, reveling in the grandiose production and proud of what he had arranged. He looked at the handmade pile of rocks and seemed to think it quaint. "Muad'Dib, we will create a proper monument here, worthy of your father. All must stand in awe of our Emperor and everyone who has been close to you."
"Yes, they must," Paul said, doubting that his Fedaykin commander would notice the wryness in his tone. Korba had become quite a student of what he called "religious momentum."
The work teams threw themselves into the job like gaze hounds attacking prey. Since the haulers had no room to land in the small natural bowl at the top of the pass, the pilots disengaged their suspensor tethers and deposited the carved blocks on a flat, stony area, then retreated into the air. Paul's advisers had designed the shrine memorial by committee and distributed the blueprints to all crew chiefs. The substantial pyramid would symbolize the foundation that Duke Leto had been in the life of Muad'Dib.
At the moment, though, as Paul considered this ostentatious memorial, he could think only of the dichotomy between his private feelings and his public image. Although he could not abdicate his role in the ever-growing machinery of government and religion around him, only a very few loved ones saw the real Paul. And even with this select group, he could not share everything.
Jessica stepped back and looked at him. Clearly, she had made up her mind about something. "I feel I am done here on Arrakis, Paul. It is time for me to depart."
"Where will you go?" Chani asked, as if she could not imagine a more preferable place to be.
"Caladan. I have been too long away from home."
Paul felt a yearning in his own heart. Caladan had already accepted his rule, but he had not returned there since House Atreides had come to Arrakis. He looked at his mother, the stately, green-eyed beauty who had so captivated his gallant father. Though Paul was Emperor of the Known Universe, he should have realized the simple fact himself. "You are right, Mother. Caladan is part of my empire as well. I shall accompany you."
* * *
Among Muad'Dib's staunchest friends was Gurney Halleck — troubadour-warrior, smuggler, and planetary governor. More than all his triumphs, Halleck's greatest joy was to play the baliset and sing songs. His heroic exploits provided his fellow troubadours with material for many songs.
— A Child's History of Muad'Dib by the
These Fremen recruits from the deep desert had never seen such a large tank of water in their lives, and rarely one so sloppily open to the air. Back on Caladan, this would have served as no more than a village pool, and a lackluster one at that. But here, as Gurney's fledgling commandos stared at the rippling surface and smelled the raw moisture evaporating wastefully, they viewed it with superstitious awe.
"You will jump in, one by one," he said in his loud, gruff voice. "Submerge yourselves. Get your heads wet. Before you're finished here today, I want you to swim to the other side."
Swim. The very idea was foreign to them. Several muttered uneasily.
"Muad'Dib has commanded it," said one rail-thin young soldier named Enno. "Therefore, we shall do it."
Yes, Gurney thought. Paul had merely to suggest a thing, and it happened. In other circumstances it might have seemed gratifying, even amusing. These Fremen soldiers would throw themselves out of a spaceship airlock or walk barefoot into a Coriolis storm, if Muad'Dib commanded them to do so.
With his blue, glass-splinter eyes, he surveyed the lines of fresh fighters. More volunteers arrived from the desert every day; it seemed the sietches were manufacturing recruits out in the bled. Many planets in the galaxy still did not know what they would be facing.
These unruly young men were far different from the disciplined Atreides soldiers he remembered so well. Their wild fighting style was a far cry from the military precision of a Great House, but they were still damned good warriors. This "desert rabble" had overthrown Beast Rabban and ended the rule of House Harkonnen here on Dune, along with the defeat of Emperor Shaddam Corrino and his powerful Sardaukar troops.
"That water is only three meters deep, and ten across." Gurney paced along the edge of the pool. "But on other planets, you may encounter oceans or lakes that are hundreds of meters deep. You must be ready for anything."
"Hundreds of meters! How could we survive that?" asked a dusty young recruit.
"The trick is to swim on top of the water."
The hard-eyed Fremen recruits did not respond to his humor.
"Does Muad'Dib not say that 'God created Arrakis to train the faithful'?" Gurney quoted. "So, prepare yourselves."
"Muad'Dib," the men said in a reverent tone. "Muad'Dib!"
Paul had ordered the pool constructed so that his desert fighters could train for inevitable water battles on distant worlds. Not every watery planet would be as accepting of his rule as Caladan had been. Some in Arrakeen saw the training pool as a display of Muad'Dib's largesse, while others considered it an extravagant waste of moisture. Gurney understood it as a military necessity.
"We studied the information Muad'Dib provided," said Enno. "We took every word to heart. The words showed us how to swim."
Gurney was sure that each of these men had pored over the instruction manual with the intensity of a priest studying a religious text. "And does reading a filmbook manual on sandworms make one a wormrider?"
The absurdity of the question finally made the intense Fremen chuckle. Both eager and hesitant, the group reached the edge of the deep pool. The very thought of being immersed in water was enough to terrify them more than facing any enemy on the battlefield.
Gurney reached into the pocket of his stillsuit and withdrew a gold coin, one of the old Imperial solaris that featured the haughty face of Shaddam IV. He held it up so that its golden hue glinted in the light. "The first one of you to retrieve this coin from the bottom of that pool will receive a special blessing from Muad'Dib."
Any other army would have competed to win an increase in pay, a promotion in rank, or an extra bit of furlough. The Fremen didn't care about such things. But they would push themselves to the limit for a blessing from Paul.
Gurney tossed the solari coin. It twinkled in the sunlight and dropped into the water near the center of the pool, where it continued to flash like a little fish as it sank to the bottom. A depth of three meters would not challenge a good swimmer, but he doubted any of these dry-desert Fremen would be able to retrieve it. He was interested in testing the mettle of the men, however; he wanted to see which ones would try the hardest.
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Table of Contents
ContentsALSO BY THE AUTHOR,
PART I: EMPEROR MUAD'DIB,
PART II: YOUNG PAUL ATREIDES — AGE 12,
PART III: EMPEROR MUAD'DIB,
PART IV: YOUNG PAUL ATREIDES,
PART V: EMPEROR MUAD'DIB,
PART VI: YOUNG PAUL ATREIDES,
PART VII: EMPEROR MUAD'DIB,
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Until I had started reading his works in collaboration with Brian Herbert, my opinion of Kevin Anderson wasn't extraordinarily favorable. His forays into the world of Star Wars seemed like overambitious fan fiction, cutting too many corners and becoming notorious in my view for using too many flimsy metaphors. As a science fiction writer, however, he's really found a niche in the Dune series, and this latest offering is as fine an example as one could ask for. As with any book set in the Dune Universe, you really have to know your stuff, but, strangely, less so in this book than in others. There's less of the technical jargon here than in past novels by Anderson and Herbert, or at least they're not as emphasized in this novel. Instead the novel is spent on the characters and their motives, building their stories. Sometimes this effort is too brief, as the story switches between characters and archs in quick chapters. As much as this novel, and presumably its sequels, are intended to bridge the gap between Dune and Dune Messiah, it also feels like a reintroduction, and often feels dangerously close to becoming too expository. Still, by now any fan of the series will have grown to love the characters and settings to the point where any new stories involving them would be looked forward to. At this point, Herbert and Anderson have become so comfortable in their ownership of these characters and this setting that it all flows very well and is very enjoyable. My overall criticism of Paul of Dune is that it feels abbreviated, even for a series book. But this is only a mild distraction, and I deem it an entertaining read and a promising beginning for the rest of the Heroes of Dune Series.
Frank Hebert's classic Dune series represented a major advance in Science Fiction, with the First installment being the most novel, unexpected and captivating. So, it is little wonder that fans would want to read about what happened to Paul, the Atriedes, and his Fremen co-harts during the period immediately following his ascendancy to Emperor. Unfortunately, Brian Hebert and his co-author Keven Anderson made a fundamental mistake...they assumed the reader would be intimate with the characters from the original work. Their attempts to weave background into the novel to further explain Paul during his formative years simply served to confuse rather than enlighten the reader. Simply put, "Paul Of Dune" leaves even the most devoted of fans feeling unfulfilled. I suspect new readers will simply be bewildered.
I understand why Brian is riding on his fathers coattails, everyone's got to make a buck. I've read a few of his other attempts and they were ok I guess, not terrible, not great. But here, Brian and Anderson actually have the balls to overwrite Frank Herbert's finest work Dune! A novel that has been acclaimed by critics worldwide as one of the finest works of Science Fiction ever crafted. Right out of the blue these two decide to make us believe that Dune (as written by Frank Herbert) wasn't entirely true. That when Paul was a child, Duke Leto attempted on not one, but two occasions to take a wife other than Jessica. Brian commits this assault against his father's finest work just to create a slimy under-plot to fill out this abortion of a book. I'm beginning to realize that that if his father wasn't Frank Herbert, Brian would have never been published. Frank Herbert had more talent under one fingernail than any that Brian can honestly lay claim to. Where Frank sliced through intrigue with the skill of a swordmaster wielding a rapier, Brian stumbles about in the dark flailing with a battle hammer. And the addition of Anderson doesn't seem to help much. A son should show more respect to his father.
A huge fan of the original Dune series I have read the Frank Herbert books several times over and found them a great read every time. I have also read all of the prequels and sequels that Brian Herbert and Kevin Anderson have penned and while I have never thought them worthy of the gold standard set by Frank Herbert, they have been entertaining. That is, up until now. With this book they have effectively destroyed any interest I might have read in reading any future Dune novels. This book was intended to fill in the gaps between Dune and Dune Messiah. It fails miserably. It proposes an interesting premise: history is in the eyes of the historian who records it. Then it proceeds to do nothing to develop this premise. The characters are mostly already known to the reader and nothing new is learned about them; no new ground is broken.It plods along so predictably that it is almost embarrassing. Furthermore , the continued repeating of expressions coined by Frank Herbert is beyond irritating. How many times can these authors refer to "Sapho stained lips"? The authors have done this in past books, but never to the extent that they do it in this one. It's shameless and it cheapens these beloved terms in this reader's humble opinion. One wonders, if there was nothing to write, why give adoring Dune fans this pablum? Surely we deserve better. The memory of Frank Herbert deserves better.
"I leave my footprints in history, even where I do not tread."
Paul Atreides, Maud'Dib to his loyal subjects, has unleashed a bloody Jihad across the universe. The old Emperor has fallen - his Imperium destroyed. It is now Paul's right and duty to erase Shaddam IV's reign from history and begin anew.
He will face many hardships along the way; assassination attempts, interplanetary wars, and deciphering who he can trust within his own household. And there is always the matter of the spice trade. "He who controls the spice, controls the universe" - a phrase that Maud'Dib understands all too well.
Paul will question his own motives and actions for ruling the universe, and eventually come to the realization that his decisions will shape the course of history.
PAUL OF DUNE was written to fit in between the original novel, DUNE, and its sequel, DUNE MESSIAH. Herbert and Anderson have attempted to bridge several gaps between the two novels, and have done so successfully. Fans of Dune will find their beloved characters, planets, and societies just as they left them. The authors do an incredible job of staying true to Frank Herbert's original vision of the Dune universe.
A great addition to an excellent series of books.
Thankfully, this book was 60000 times better then that thing called the the Prelude Trilogy. The story about Paul at the age 12 didn't really matter to the rest of the book and was overdetailed. But at least the part set between 10,194-7 was very good (minus that bit about DUNE canonality, I'll pretend I didn't read that), it gave some interesting details about Lady jessica and Gurny beimg given the Baroney of Giedi Prime. This book was so much better than the ones before it and I was glad to read this time around. 90% B.
I really liked how this novel cleared up a few discrepancies between the original series and previous Dune books by Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson. However, some of the plot was just too far-fetched. This is not a "must read" but it was fun to take another peak into the Dune universe.
Kevin Anderson's 'get-in-get-out' approach to writing chapters 'no chapters longer than 3 pages' doesn't do justice to ANY of these Post-Herbert stories, which leaves the reader feeling cheated. One of the best traits of the original series is that Frank took his time to craft quality stories but it seems his son just wants to hurry up and tell a story, and to make a quick buck, no doubt, and this approach doesn't do the original series justice. In fact, these new books are beginning to cast an unfavorable light on the original series, and it's embarrassing.
If you are a fan of the Dune Series, this is a must read. Herbert and Anderson do a good job of telling how Paul went from being the Emperor everyone loved to the tyrant everyone despised. I enjoyed this read.
Brian Herbert's Dune novels are like comfort food. It isn't haute cuisine, but it makes you feel good.I always wondered what Paul did between Dune and Dune Messiah, and this novel at least partially explains it. I have a feeling one or more subsequent books will yet intervene (the next I guess being Jessica of Dune). As an added bonus, the novel flashes back to Paul's pre-Dune days. It seems he didn't have quite the sheltered upbringing implied in Dune.In preparation to reading this book, I read Brian's pre-Dune triology (House Atreides, House Harkonnen, House Corrino) and Frank's original Dune (read for the third time). The character's in Paul of Dune are all familiar, the stories mildly interesting, if not shocking. I'm left witrh some interest as to why Hasimir Fenring was allowed to live after an assassination attempt. I'm looking forward to the next book.
A worthy addition to the Dune Universe. I have read the 6 original and the 8 subsequent novels, and I've found there is always more paths to explore. I Know some consider the later novels to be 'meddling' with Frank Herberts classics. But I consider them a valuable expansion and fascinating in their own right (though a couple do drag).So how did I find this latest extension?I honestly wondered at first how they could spin it, but they have managed to explore the rise of Paul Maud'Dib without lessening his mythos. Full of intrigue and conflict, ironically the path of perscient Paul is never clear.The task of balancing wild unpredictable factons, politics and religion has fallen on his weary shoulders. Becoming Emperor is not the role he would of chosen, but only he can prepare mankind for the turmoil that lays ahead.
The book was divided into two portions (intertwined throughout the novel); one part taking place shortly after the events of Dune and the other parts taking place when Paul is younger (about 12 or so). I found the portions dealing with young Paul to be more enjoyable than the contemporary sequences (both in terms of story and action). The post-Dune portion of the story was more political in tone, but does help the reader understand While I enjoyed the book and look forward to the next volumes in the series, this book is really only for fans of the Dune series and will not appeal to anyone else.
A drawn crysknife should always taste blood. This book spackles in the giant crack that sits between the stories of Dune proper and its’ sequel Dune Messiah. Now if you read those two Frank Herbert books in a row, as I did, you probably at no point sat around wondering what happened in the skipped over period of time. But even though it never occurred to me to wonder - I still loved every word of this fine book. It’s impossible to say what Frank Herbert would have written had he lived longer, but I must say I have been astounded and impressed with the care that both Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson have taken with this series. This is a loving tribute to Dune and all of it’s vast universe. I love everything about this series and am always delighted to return to it.
This book fills in some of the missing pieces that Frank Herbert left out of the original series. Anyone hooked on the Dune universe will like this one
I thought it was well writen. However I was a little disppointed that it would alternate between adult Paul and his childhood. This book was avdertised as what happened after Dune and before Dune Messiah.
Dont blame the son he just adds the name as all is written by the second like all the star trek novels except after maybe one and the mrs roosevelt not bad alternative world to make it more interesting but i dont csre much for the first dune and wasnt a good movie either
I love the series so much... i reread it in chhronological order. The only thing that makes 4 stars is....having to read sections of this book then read another book, and return to another section in this book.