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Heretics of Dune

In this science fiction novel, readers are taken on a journey through the intricate universe of Frank Herbert's Dune series. The narrative delves into the formation of a new religious movement, offering a unique perspective on the established power structures and the quest for spiritual enlightenment. The story is rich with political intrigue, philosophical musings, and the exploration of the human condition in a futuristic setting. more

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Frank Herbert
Frank Herbert

Frank Herbert, born on October 8, 1920, was an influential science fiction author from the United States. His masterpiece 'Dune' is considered a classic in the science fiction genre and has had a profound impact on literature and society. more

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“Today, there was no time for the old rituals and the old ways; there was barely time in each day to kiss your son good morning and your wife goodbye as you rushed out to the shop, trying to make a living, before trudging home with nothing to show after you’d paid the taxi fares and bought the milk for Klein Ben’s porridge …”

“Gdzie postacie, które tak dumnie i wzniośle kroczyły dawniej po twoich siedmiu wzgórzach, o Rzymie? Gdzie żołnierze legionów bezsenni, ogromni, z twarzą spiekłą od słońca, ochładzaną znojem, rozjaśnianą połyskami mieczów? — Wszyscy zniknęli jedni po drugich — przeszłość ich zagarnęła i jak matka tuli do łona. — Nikt ich nie wydrze przeszłości. Miasto nich podnoszą się nieznane dotąd kształty, ni piękne jak półbogi, ni silne jak olbrzymy tytańskich czasów; ale dziwaczne, migające złotem, z wiankami na czole, z pucharami w dłoni; a wśród kwiecia sztylety, a wśród biesiady trucizny, a w ich tańcach konwulsyjne podrzuty — niby to życie bez granic wśród pieśni i jęków, ryku hien i nawoływań gladiatorów. — Śmiech z takiej wiosny umajonej krwią i woniami spiekłych kadzideł! — Śmiech z takiego życia! — Ono przejściem tylko, ono nic nie utworzy, nic nie zostawi po sobie, prócz krzyków kilku i sławy marnego skonania!”

“A spirit of practicality had come to her aid. It was only human. When the earthquake stops, when the flood recedes, when the volcanic dust settles or the guns fall silent, the survivors pick their way through the rubble and debris and wreckage. A chair leg here, a first communion certificate or a bundle of love letters there. The flotsam and jetsam of the old ways―the ways that will never return.”

“Lady, you must be from around here, right?" I resent the Lady. "Yes I am, and you?" "I just drove here from New Jersey. Maybe you could help me with directions? I'm trying to get to Fernandina Beach, my GPS is saying 'no signal.' " I take out my Florida map from the glove compartment. The young woman laughs. "That's funny," she says. "What?" "I didn't know anyone still used those." And who's the one who's lost?”

“From the ground your eyes can only see a block or two. Stand on the terrace, and you could see much of a small town. The higher you go, the more you see - and as your horizon keeps expanding there comes a point when the entire planet unfolds in front of your eyes - no borders, no ideologies, no institutions - just one planet - one world. Divisions exist only in the mind of lower creatures - the higher you rise, the more undivided you become - and the more undivided you become, the more human you become. Look from the gutter, all you see is one culture. Look from the sky, and you'll see a world full of color.”