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Book Three: The Prophet
“Spreadingdeathamongthelittlemakers,killingavectorofthelifecyclethatincludesthespiceandthemakers.Arrakiswillbecomeatruedesolation—withoutspiceormaker.”
Chaniputahandtohermouth,shockedtonumbsilencebytheblasphemypouringfromPaul’slips.
“Hewhocandestroyathinghastherealcontrolofit,”Paulsaid.“Wecandestroythespice.”
“WhatstaystheGuild’shand?”Jessicawhispered.
“They’researchingforme,”Paulsaid.“Thinkofthat!ThefinestGuildnavigators,menwhocanquestaheadthroughtimetofindthesafestcourseforthefastestHeighliners,allofthemseekingme...andunabletofindme.Howtheytremble!TheyknowIhavetheirsecrethere!”Paulheldouthiscuppedhand.“Withoutthespicethey’reblind!”
Chanifoundhervoice.“Yousaidyouseethenow!”
Paullayback,searchingthespread-outpresent,itslimitsextendedintothefutureandintothepast,holdingontotheawarenesswithdifficultyasthespiceilluminationbegantofade.
“GodoasIcommanded,”hesaid.“Thefuture’sbecomingasmuddledfortheGuildasitisforme.Thelinesofvisionarenarrowing.Everythingfocusesherewherethespiceis...wherethey’vedarednotinterferebefore...becausetointerferewastolosewhattheymusthave.Butnowthey’redesperate.Allpathsleadintodarkness.”
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AndthatdaydawnedwhenArrakislayatthehuboftheuniversewiththewheelpoisedtospin.
—from“ArrakisAwakening”bythePrincessIrulan
“WILLYOUlookatthatthing!”Stilgarwhispered.
