title: Sandworms of Dune
author:  Brian Herbert 
description: Longtime collaborators Herbert and Anderson set themselves a steep challengeand, in the end, fail to meet itin this much anticipated wrapup of the original Dune cycle (after 2006's <i>Hunters of Dune</i>). A large cast scattered across the cosmos must be brought together so that the final, all-powerful Kwisatz Haderach may be revealed in the ultimate face-off between humankind and the machine empire ruled by the implacable Omnius. Though pacing is brisk and the infrequent action scenes crackle with tension, only two minor charactersgholas, who are young clones with restored memories, of Suk doctor Wellington Yueh and God-Emperor Leto IIacquire real depth. Everyone else is too busy reacting to mostly irrelevant subplots like sabotage aboard the no-ship <i>Ithaca</i>, a plague devastating the planet of Chapterhouse and the genetic engineering of marine-dwelling sandworms. The lengthy climax relies on at least four consecutive deus ex machina bailouts, eventually devolving into sheer fairy tale optimism. Series fans will argue the novel's merits for years; others will be underwhelmed. <i>(Aug.)</i> <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text: I AM THE DOORWAY
  I AM THE DOORWAY
  Richard and I sat on my porch, looking out over the dunes to the Gulf. The smoke from his cigar drifted 
  mellowly in the air, keeping the mosquitoes at a safe distance. The water was a cool aqua, the sky a deeper, truer 
  blue. It was a pleasant combination.
  'You are the doorway,' Richard repeated thoughtfully. 'You are sure you killed the boy - you didn't just dream it?'
  'I didn't dream it. And I didn't kill him, either - I told you that. They did. I am the doorway.'
  Richard sighed. 'You buried him?'
  'Yes.'
  'You remember where?'
  'Yes.' I reached into my breast pocket and got a cigarette. My hands were awkward with their covering of 
  bandages. They itched abominably. 'If you want to see it, you'll have to get the dune buggy. You can't roll this -' I 
  indicated my wheelchair - 'through the sand.' Richard's dune buggy was a 1959 VW with pillow-sized tyres. He 
  collected driftwood in it. Ever since he retired from the real estate business in Maryland he ha