Book Two of the Epic Prequel to the Classic Novel Dune --Soon to Be a Major Motion Picture Step into the universe of Frank Herbert’s Dune, one of the greatest science fiction novels of all time. Before Dune . . . The epic tale of Duke Leto Atreides and his rise to power . . . The fierce ambitions of his mortal enemy, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen . . . The struggles of the young girl Jessica, the Baron’s secret daughter, under the harsh training of the Sisterhood school . . . The schemes of Shaddam Corrino to create a synthetic spice that may bring unlimited wealth, or cause the collapse of the Spacing Guild . . . And the implausible dream of Planetologist Kynes to turn the desert planet Dune into a paradise, uniting the desperate Fremen into a force unlike anything the Imperium has ever seen . . . Dune: House Harkonnen continues the epic story that lays the foundation for Frank Herbert’s masterpiece Dune , a complex tale of politics, religion, and the rise and fall of dynasties on a galaxy-spanning canvas. Look for the entire prequel series DUNE: HOUSE ATREIDES • DUNE: HOUSE HARKONNEN • DUNE: HOUSE CORRINO

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Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson

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Book Two of the Epic Prequel to the Classic Novel Dune-A Major Motion Picture

Sequel to the international bestseller Dune: House Atreides

Before Dune . . .

The epic tale of Duke Leto Atreides and his rise to power . . .

The fierce ambitions of his mortal enemy, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen . . .

The struggles of the young girl Jessica, the Baron's secret daughter, under the harsh training of the Sisterhood school . . .

The schemes of Shaddam Corrino to create a synthetic spice that may bring unlimited wealth, or cause the collapse of the Spacing Guild . . .

And the implausible dream of Planetologist Kynes to turn the desert planet Dune into a paradise, uniting the desperate Fremen into a force unlike anything the Imperium has ever seen . . .

Dune: House Harkonnen continues the epic story that lays the foundation for Frank Herbert's masterpiece Dune, a complex tale of politics, religion, and the rise and fall of dynasties on a galaxy-spanning canvas.

Look for the entire prequel series
DUNE: HOUSE ATREIDES • DUNE: HOUSE HARKONNEN • DUNE: HOUSE CORRINO

Zusammenfassung
**Book Two of the Epic Prequel to the Classic Novel Dune—A Major Motion Picture

Sequel to the international bestseller *Dune: House Atreides

***Before Dune . . . 

The epic tale of Duke Leto Atreides and his rise to power . . . 

The fierce ambitions of his mortal enemy, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen . . . 

The struggles of the young girl Jessica, the Baron’s secret daughter, under the harsh training of the Sisterhood school . . . 

The schemes of Shaddam Corrino to create a synthetic spice that may bring unlimited wealth, or cause the collapse of the Spacing Guild . . . 

And the implausible dream of Planetologist Kynes to turn the desert planet Dune into a paradise, uniting the desperate Fremen into a force unlike anything the Imperium has ever seen . . . 
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Dune: House Harkonnen *continues the epic story that lays the foundation for Frank Herbert’s masterpiece Dune, a complex tale of politics, religion, and the rise and fall of dynasties on a galaxy-spanning canvas. 

Look for the entire prequel series
DUNE: HOUSE ATREIDES • DUNE: HOUSE HARKONNEN • DUNE: HOUSE CORRINO

Leseprobe
When the sandstorm came howling up from south, Pardot Kynes was more interested in taking meteorological readings than in seeking safety. His son Liet only twelve years old, but raised in the harsh ways of the desert ran an appraising eye over the ancient weather pod they had found in the abandoned botanical testing station. He was not confident the machine would function at all.

Then Liet gazed back across the sea of dunes toward the approaching tempest. The wind of the demon in the open desert. Hulasikali Wala.

Coriolis storm, Kynes corrected, using a scientific term instead of the Fremen one his son had selected. Winds across the open flatlands are amplified by the planet s revolutionary motion. Gusts can reach speeds up to seven hundred kilometers per hour.

As his father talked, the young man busied himself sealing the egg-shaped weather pod, checking the vent closures, the heavy doorway hatch, the stored emergency supplies. He ignored their signal generator and distress beacon; the static from the sandstorm would rip any transmissions to electromagnetic shreds.

In pampered societies Liet would have been considered a boy, but life among the hard-edged Fremen had given him a tightly coiled adulthood that few others achieved even at twice his age. He was better equipped to handle an emergency than his father.

The elder Kynes scratched his sandy-gray beard. A good storm like this can stretch across four degrees of latitude. He powered up the dim screens of the pod s analytical devices. It lifts particles to an altitude of two thousand meters and suspends them in the atmosphere, so that long after the storm passes, dust continues to fall from the sky.

Liet gave the hatch lock a final tug, satisfied that it would hold against the storm. The Fremen call that El-Sayal, the rain of sand.

One day when you become Planetologist, you ll need to use more technical language, Pardot Kynes said in a professorial tone. We still send the Emperor occasional reports, though not as often as I should. I doubt he ever reads them. He tapped one of the instruments. Ah, I believe the atmospheric front is almost upon us.

Liet removed a porthole cover to see the oncoming wall of white, tan, and static. A Planetologist must use his eyes, as well as scientific language. Just look out the window, Father.

Kynes grinned at his son. It s time to raise the pod. Operating long-dormant controls, he managed to get the dual bank of suspensor engines functioning. The pod tugged against gravity, heaving itself off the ground.

The mouth of the storm lunged toward them, and Liet closed the cover plate, hoping the ancient meteorological apparatus would hold together. He trusted his father s intuition to a certain extent, but not his practicality.

The egg-shaped pod rose smoothly on suspensors, buffeted by precursor breezes. Ah, there we are, Kynes said. Now our work begins

The storm hit them like a blunt club, and vaulted them high into the maelstrom.

The pod s ancient suspensors hummed against the Coriolis howl like a nest of angry wasps. The meteorological vessel bounced on swirling currents of air, a steel-walled balloon. Wind-borne dust scoured the hull.

This reminds me of the aurora storms I saw on Salusa Secundus, Kynes mused. Amazing things very colorful and very dangerous. The hammer-wind can come up from out of nowhere and crush you flat. You wouldn t want to be caught outside.

I don t want to be outside in this one, either, Liet said.

Stressed inward, one of the side plates buckled; air stole through the breach with a thin sh