Hunters of Dune

by Brian Herbert

Memory is a weapon sharp enough to inflict deep wounds.

There is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors.

Every judgment teeters on the brink of error. To claim absolute knowledge is to become monstrous. Knowledge is an unending adventure at the edge of uncertainty.

Do our enemies occur naturally, or do we create them through our own actions?

The human body can achieve many things, but perhaps its greatest role is to act as a storage mechanism for the genetic information of the species.

We can learn much from those who came before us. The most valuable legacy our predecessors can leave us is the knowledge of how to avoid the same deadly mistakes.

Hello, Grandfather, a girl’s voice said. She giggled. The Baron’s head jerked. Where was that coming from? He didn’t see her. Did you miss me, Grandfather? “Where are you?” Where you won’t lose me. I will always be with you now. Just like you were with me, haunting me, appearing in visions, refusing to give me rest. The girl’s giggle became more shrill. Now it’s my turn. It was the Abomination, Paul’s sister. “Alia? No, no!”

When I tell you...goosebumps!

To suspect your own mortality is to know the beginning of terror. To learn irrefutably that you are mortal is to know the end of terror.

Of all our enemies, secrets could be the most dangerous.”