Dawn at the Palace of Arrakeen.
"The name, Arrakeen, had a good sound, filled with tradition. The arched ceilings stood two stories . . . with great crossbeams shipped . . . across space at huge cost . . . . And this was a smaller city, easier . . . to defend."
"Arrakis-Dune-Desert Planet. A wasteland where nothing lives except the spice and sandworms . . . Arrakis has special problems . . . . Storms build up across six or seven thousand kilometers of flatlands . . . blow up to seven hundred kilometers an hour . . . the pressures of thirst all around you . . . . Shelter means a hollow out of the wind and hidden from view . . . . The spice . . . is unique . . . it cannot be made . . . it must be mined on Arrakis."
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen.
"The Baron was grossly and immensely fat . . . . All the fat was sustained by portable suspensors harnessed to his flesh . . . his feet wouldn't carry more than fifty . . . of his two hundred kilos."
"A basso voice rumbled. 'The biggest mantrap in history. Is it not a great thing that I, the Baron, do?'"
The Sardaukar warriors.
"The Sardaukar . . . soldier fanatics . . . tough, strong, ferocious men . . . from the Emperor's prison planet. Sardaukar do not submit . . . they carry coils of shigawire in their hair . . . strong enough to garrote a man."
The flight through the Shield Wall.
"A roll of ball lightning bounced away from the wall . . . . 'The shield . . . is down!' . . . 'thopters dived out of the night . . . in a hissing wedge . . . . And it was to the Arrakeen governor's mansion, the old Residency . . . that they escorted Paul Muad'Dib on the evening of his victory."
Paul Muad'Dib calling his first sandworm.
"Across the sand, a giant worm-a maker-would hear and come to the thumper's drumming. When it came from the southeast . . . Paul realized he had never seen a maker this large . . . he waited on the sand outside its line of approach . . . . The wild maker . . . loomed almost on him . . . the wave lifted his feet . . . he steadied himself . . . lifted his hooks, sighted along them, leaned in. He felt them bite and pull . . . . Paul found himself riding upright atop the worm. He felt exultant, like an emperor surveying his world . . . . He spoke to Stilgar. 'Then, I am a sandrider, Stil?' 'You are a sandrider this day,' replied Stilgar."
Stilgar and his men.
"A tall man in a mottled burnoose stepped in front of Jessica. His mouth baffle was thrown aside for clear speech, revealing a heavy beard . . . but face and eyes . . . hidden in the overhang of his hood. 'If you're fugitives from Harkonnens,' he said, 'you're welcome with us. I am Stilgar, the Fremen.' "
Paul administers the oath of the Fedaykin.
The defeat of the Sardaukar.
"A silver-gray curve broached the desert, sending rivers of sand and dust cascading all around. It lifted higher, resolved into a giant questing mouth . . . some eighty meters in diameter . . . crystal teeth with the curved shape of crysknives glinting around the rim . . . the bellows breath of cinnamon, subtle aldehydes . . . acids."
Illustrations © 1977 by John Shoenherr
© 1977 by Berkeley Publishing Corporation
The text accompanying these illustrations was written by Frank Herbert for a pictorial article in OMNI magazine.