Dune / House Harkonnen
(Sprache: Englisch)
Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson return to the vivid universe of Frank Herbert s Dune, bringing a vast array of rich and complex characters into conflict to shape the destiny of worlds. . . .
As Shaddam sits at last on the Golden Lion Throne,...
As Shaddam sits at last on the Golden Lion Throne,...
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Brian Herbert and Kevin J. Anderson return to the vivid universe of Frank Herbert s Dune, bringing a vast array of rich and complex characters into conflict to shape the destiny of worlds. . . .As Shaddam sits at last on the Golden Lion Throne, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen plots against the new Emperor and House Atreides and against the mysterious Sisterhood of the Bene Gesserit. For Leto Atreides, grown complacent and comfortable as ruler of his House, it is a time of momentous choice: between friendship and duty, safety and destiny. But for the survival of House Atreides, there is just one choice strive for greatness or be crushed.
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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
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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
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
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Autoren-Porträt von Brian Herbert, Kevin J. Anderson
Brian Herbert, der Sohn des 1986 verstorbenen Wüstenplanet-Schöpfers Frank Herbert, hat selbst SF-Romane verfasst, darunter den in Zusammenarbeit mit seinem Vater entstandenen »Mann zweier Welten«.Kevin J. Anderson, geboren 1962 und studierter Physiker, ist einer der populärsten amerikanischen Science-Fiction-Autoren. Er wurde durch seine Star-Wars-Romane und -Anthologien international bekannt. Seine High-Tech-Thriller und Akte-X-Romane stürmen die Bestsellerlisten.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: Brian Herbert , Kevin J. Anderson
- 2001, 752 Seiten, Maße: 10,9 x 17,526 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam Books
- ISBN-10: 0553580302
- ISBN-13: 9780553580303
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Written in a style so close to the original that it is hard to believe Frank Herbert did not direct it through some mysterious genetic link. I can t wait for the sequel. Rocky Mountain NewsExtraordinarily well-developed and continually fascinating. Kirkus Reviews
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