Frank Herbert

Book Three in the Magnificent Dune Chronicles--the Bestselling Science Fiction Adventure of All Time The Children of Dune are twin siblings Leto and Ghanima Atreides, whose father, the Emperor Paul Muad'Dib, disappeared in the desert wastelands of Arrakis nine years ago. Like their father, the twins possess supernormal abilities--making them valuable to their manipulative aunt Alia, who rules the Empire in the name of House Atreides. Facing treason and rebellion on two fronts, Alia's rule is not absolute. The displaced House Corrino is plotting to regain the throne while the fanatical Fremen are being provoked into open revolt by the enigmatic figure known only as The Preacher. Alia believes that by obtaining the secrets of the twins' prophetic visions, she can maintain control over her dynasty. But Leto and Ghanima have their own plans for their visions--and their destinies....

Children of Dune

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Agnes Johansson

…if it were explained to them, could only be explained in terms of beginning here. And ending here.

Were Muad'Dib's twins responsible for the reality which obliterated the dreams of others? No. They were merely the lens through which light poured to reveal new shapes in the universe

How could he tell her what was happening to him? Within his head were wars, uncounted lives parceling out their ancient memories: violent accidents, love's languor, the colors of many places and many faces...the buried sorrows and leaping joys of multitudes. He heard elegies to springs on planets which no longer existed, green dances and firelight, wails and halloos, a harvest of conversations without number. 

My sister and I desperately need a time of freedom when we can learn how to live with what we are.

Oily shadows along the base of each dune reached out like rays of the night just past. They linked one time with the other.

I fear the blind, Stil. I fear them. They can so easily crush anything in their path.

A skeleton butterfly flew in and out of the shadows, its webbed wings a transparent lacery against the light. How delicate that butterfly was to exist here, he thought.

It would be that softly lighted desert world with its persistent solitude, its saturated sense that each creature in it was alone in a new universe. 

Didn't my grandmother warn you about infinity? It attracts us like a floodlight in the night, blinding us to the excesses it can inflict upon the finite.

High Fidelity

The dead should remain dead. It was correct to find one's immortality in children, but children had no right to assume too exact a shape from their past.

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