Chapterhouse: Dune by Frank Herbert (English) Paperback Book

Description: Chapterhouse: Dune by Frank Herbert The desert planet Arrakis, called Dune, has been destroyed. Now the Bene Gesserit, heirs to Dunes powers, have colonized a green world and are turning it into a desert, mile by scorched mile. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Frank Herberts Final Novel in the Magnificent Dune Chronicles—the Bestselling Science Fiction Adventure of All TimeThe desert planet Arrakis, called Dune, has been destroyed. The remnants of the Old Empire have been consumed by the violent matriarchal cult known as the Honored Matres. Only one faction remains a viable threat to their total conquest—the Bene Gesserit, heirs to Dunes power.Under the leadership of Mother Superior Darwi Odrade, the Bene Gesserit have colonized a green world on the planet Chapterhouse and are turning it into a desert, mile by scorched mile. And once theyve mastered breeding sandworms, the Sisterhood will control the production of the greatest commodity in the known galaxy—the spice melange. But their true weapon remains a man who has lived countless lifetimes—a man who served under the God Emperor Paul MuadDib.... Author Biography Frank Herbert is the bestselling author of the Dune saga. He was born in Tacoma, Washington, and educated at the University of Washington, Seattle. He worked a wide variety of jobs—including TV cameraman, radio commentator, oyster diver, jungle survival instructor, lay analyst, creative writing teacher, reporter and editor of several West Coast newspapers—before becoming a full-time writer.In 1952, Herbert began publishing science fiction with "Looking for Something?" in Startling Stories. But his emergence as a writer of major stature did not occur until 1965, with the publication of Dune. Dune Messiah, Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune, Heretics of Dune, and Chapterhouse: Dune followed, completing the saga that the Chicago Tribune would call "one of the monuments of modern science fiction." Herbert is also the author of some twenty other books, including The White Plague, The Dosadi Experiment, and Destination: Void. He died in 1986. Review Praise for Chapterhouse: Dune"Compelling...a worthy addition to this durable and deservedly popular series."—The New York Times"The vast and fascinating Dune saga sweeps on—as exciting and gripping as ever."—Kirkus ReviewsPraise for Dune"I know nothing comparable to it except Lord of the Rings."—Arthur C. Clarke "A portrayal of an alien society more complete and deeply detailed than any other author in the field has managed...a story absorbing equally for its action and philosophical vistas."—The Washington Post Book World"One of the monuments of modern science fiction."—Chicago Tribune"Powerful, convincing, and most ingenious."—Robert A. Heinlein "Herberts creation of this universe, with its intricate development and analysis of ecology, religion, politics and philosophy, remains one of the supreme and seminal achievements in science fiction."—Louisville Times Review Quote Praise for Chapterhouse: Dune "Compelling...a worthy addition to this durable and deservedly popular series."-- The New York Times "The vast and fascinating Dune saga sweeps on--as exciting and gripping as ever."-- Kirkus Reviews Praise for Dune "I know nothing comparable to it except Lord of the Rings ."--Arthur C. Clarke "A portrayal of an alien society more complete and deeply detailed than any other author in the field has managed...a story absorbing equally for its action and philosophical vistas."-- The Washington Post Book World "One of the monuments of modern science fiction."-- Chicago Tribune "Powerful, convincing, and most ingenious."--Robert A. Heinlein "Herberts creation of this universe, with its intricate development and analysis of ecology, religion, politics and philosophy, remains one of the supreme and seminal achievements in science fiction."-- Louisville Times Excerpt from Book Those who would repeat the past must control the teaching of history. -Bene Gesserit Coda When the ghola-baby was delivered from the first Bene Gesserit axlotl tank, Mother Superior Darwi Odrade ordered a quiet celebration in her private dining room atop Central. It was barely dawn, and the two other members of her Council-Tamalane and Bellonda-showed impatience at the summons, even though Odrade had ordered breakfast served by her personal chef. "It isnt every woman who can preside at the birth of her own father," Odrade quipped when the others complained they had too many demands on their time to permit of "time-wasting nonsense." Only aged Tamalane showed sly amusement. Bellonda held her over-fleshed features expressionless, often her equivalent of a scowl. Was it possible, Odrade wondered, that Bell had not exorcised resentment of the relative opulence in Mother Superiors surroundings? Odrades quarters were a distinct mark of her position but the distinction represented her duties more than any elevation over her Sisters. The small dining room allowed her to consult aides during meals. Bellonda glanced this way and that, obviously impatient to be gone. Much effort had been expended without success in attempts to break through Bellondas coldly remote shell. "It felt very odd to hold that baby in my arms and think: This is my father," Odrade said. "I heard you the first time!" Bellonda spoke from the belly, almost a baritone rumbling as though each word caused her vague indigestion. She understood Odrades wry jest, though. The old Bashar Miles Teg had, indeed, been the Mother Superiors father. And Odrade herself had collected cells (as fingernail scrapings) to grow this new ghola, part of a long-time "possibility plan" should they ever succeed in duplicating Tleilaxu tanks. But Bellonda would be drummed out of the Bene Gesserit rather than go along with Odrades comment on the Sisterhoods vital equipment. "I find this frivolous at such a time," Bellonda said. "Those madwomen hunting us to exterminate us and you want a celebration!" Odrade held herself to a mild tone with some effort. "If the Honored Matres find us before we are ready perhaps it will be because we failed to keep up our morale." Bellondas silent stare directly into Odrades eyes carried frustrating accusation: Those terrible women already have exterminated sixteen of our planets! Odrade knew it was wrong to think of those planets as Bene Gesserit possessions. The loosely organized confederation of planetary governments assembled after the Famine Times and the Scattering depended heavily on the Sisterhood for vital services and reliable communications, but old factions persisted-CHOAM, Spacing Guild, Tleilaxu, remnant pockets of the Divided Gods priesthood, even Fish Speaker auxiliaries and schismatic assemblages. The Divided God had bequeathed humankind a divided empire-all of whose factions were suddenly moot because of rampaging Honored Matre assaults from the Scattering. The Bene Gesserit-holding to most of their old forms-were the natural prime target for attack. Bellondas thoughts never strayed far from this Honored Matre threat. It was a weakness Odrade recognized. Sometimes, Odrade hesitated on the point of replacing Bellonda, but even in the Bene Gesserit there were factions these days and no one could deny that Bell was a supreme organizer. Archives had never been more efficient than under her guidance. As she frequently did, Bellonda without even speaking the words managed to focus Mother Superiors attention on the hunters who stalked them with savage persistence. It spoiled the mood of quiet success Odrade had hoped to achieve this morning. She forced herself to think of the new ghola. Teg! If his original memories could be restored, the Sisterhood once more would have the finest Bashar ever to serve them. A Mentat Bashar! A military genius whose prowess already was the stuff of myths in the Old Empire. But would even Teg be of use against these women returned from the Scattering? By whatever gods may be, the Honored Matres must not find us! Not yet! Teg represented too many disturbing unknowns and possibilities. Mystery surrounded the period before his death in the destruction of Dune. He did something on Gammu to ignite the unbridled fury of the Honored Matres. His suicidal stand on Dune should not have been enough to bring this berserk response. There were rumors, bits and pieces from his days on Gammu before the Dune disaster. He could move too fast for the human eye to see! Had he done that? Another outcropping of wild abilities in Atreides genes? Mutation? Or just more of the Teg myth? The Sisterhood had to learn as soon as possible. An acolyte brought in three breakfasts and the sisters ate quickly, as though this interruption must be put behind them without delay because time wasted was dangerous. Even after the others had gone, Odrade was left with the aftershock of Bellondas unspoken fears. And my fears. She arose and went to the wide window that looked across lower rooftops to part of the ring of orchards and pastures around Central. Late spring and already fruit beginning to form out there. Rebirth. A new Teg was born today! No feeling of elation accompanied the thought. Usually she found the view restorative but not this morning. What are my real strengths? What are my facts? The resources at a Mother Superiors command were formidable: profound loyalty in those who served her, a military arm under a Teg-trained Bashar (far away now with a large portion of their troops guarding the school planet, Lampadas), artisans and technicians, spies and agents throughout the Old Empire, countless workers who looked to the Sisterhood to protect them from Honored Matres, and all the Reverend Mothers with Other Memories reaching into the dawn of life. Odrade knew without false pride that she represented the peak of what was strongest in a Reverend Mother. If her personal memories did not provide needed information, she had others around her to fill the gaps. Machine-stored data as well, although she admitted to a native distrust of it. Odrade found herself tempted to go digging in those other lives she carried as secondary memory-these subterranean layers of awareness. Perhaps she could find brilliant solutions to their predicament in experiences of Others. Dangerous! You could lose yourself for hours, fascinated by the multiplicity of human variations. Better to leave Other Memories balanced in there, ready on demand or intruding out of necessity. Consciousness, that was the fulcrum and her grip on identity. Duncan Idahos odd Mentat metaphor helped. Self-awareness: facing mirrors that pass through the universe, gathering new images on the way-endlessly reflexive. The infinite seen as finite, the analogue of consciousness carrying the sensed bits of infinity. She had never heard words come closer to her wordless awareness. "Specialized complexity," Idaho called it. "We gather, assemble, and reflect our systems of order." Indeed, it was the Bene Gesserit view that humans were life designed by evolution to create order. And how does that help us against these disorderly women who hunt us? What branch of evolution are they? Is evolution just another name for God? Her Sisters would sneer at such "bootless speculation." Still, there might be answers in Other Memory. Ahhhh, how seductive! How desperately she wanted to project her beleaguered self into past identities and feel what it had been to live then. The immediate peril of this enticement chilled her. She felt Other Memory crowding the edges of awareness. "It was like this!" "No! It was more like this!" How greedy they were. You had to pick and choose, discreetly animating the past. And was that not the purpose of consciousness, the very essence of being alive? Select from the past and match it against the present: Learn consequences. That was the Bene Gesserit view of history, ancient Santayanas words resonating in their lives: "Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." The buildings of Central itself, this most powerful of all Bene Gesserit establishments, reflected that attitude wherever Odrade turned. Usiform, that was the commanding concept. Little about any Bene Gesserit working center was allowed to become non-functional, preserved out of nostalgia. The Sisterhood had no need for archeologists. Reverend Mothers embodied history. Slowly (much slower than usual) the view out her high window produced its calming effect. What her eyes reported, that was Bene Gesserit order. But Honored Matres could end that order in the next instant. The Sisterhoods situation was far worse than what they had suffered under the Tyrant. Many of the decisions she was forced to make now were odious. Her workroom was less agreeable because of actions taken here. Write off our Bene Gesserit Keep on Palma? That suggestion was in Bellondas morning report waiting on the worktable. Odrade fixed an affirmative notation to it. "Yes." & Details ISBN0593098277 Author Frank Herbert Short Title CHAPTERHOUSE DUNE Pages 624 Series Dune Language English ISBN-10 0593098277 ISBN-13 9780593098271 DEWEY FIC Series Number 6 Year 2019 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2019-06-04 NZ Release Date 2019-06-04 US Release Date 2019-06-04 Place of Publication New York UK Release Date 1900-01-01 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Publication Date 2019-06-04 Imprint Ace Books Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:158783265;

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