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“Democracy is susceptible to being led astray by having scapegoats paraded in front of the electorate. Get the rich, the greedy, the criminals, the stupid leader and so on ad nauseam.”

Quote by Frank Herbert

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Chapterhouse: Dune

This novel is a prequel to Frank Herbert's classic 'Dune,' delving into the origins of the spice and the rise of the Fremen. It intertwines complex political intrigue with a rich tapestry of religious and ecological ideas. 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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