title: Children of Dune (Dune Chronicles, Book Three)
author:  Frank Herbert 
description: <b>Praise for <i>Children of Dune</i></b><br /><br />A major event.<i>Los Angeles Times</i><br /> <br /> Ranging from palace intrigue and desert chases to religious speculation and confrontations with the supreme intelligence of the universe, there is something here for all science fiction fans.<i>Publishers Weekly</i><br /> <br /> Herbert adds enough new twists and turns to the ongoing saga that familiarity with the recurring elements brings pleasure.Challenging Destiny<br /><br /><b>Praise for <i>Dune<br /><br /></i></b>I know nothing comparable to it except <i>Lord of the Rings</i>.Arthur C. Clarke<br /><br />A portrayal of an alien society more complete and deeply detailed than any other author in the field has managed...a story absorbing equally for its action and philosophical vistas.<i>The Washington Post Book World</i><br /><br />One of the monuments of modern science fiction.<i>Chicago Tribune</i><br /><br />Powerful, convincing, and most ingenious.Robert A. Heinlein<br /><br />Herberts creation of this universe, with its intricate development and analysis of ecology, religion, politics and philosophy, remains one of the supreme and seminal achievements in science fiction.<i>Louisville Times</i>
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  Chapterhouse:  Dune 
   
  Frank Herbert 
  April 1985 
   
   
   
   
   
  Those who would repeat the past must control the teaching of history. 
   
  -Bene Gesserit Coda 
   
   
  When the ghola-baby was delivered from the first Bene Gesserit axlotl tank, 
  Mother Superior Darwi Odrade ordered a quiet celebration in her private dining 
  room atop Central.  It was barely dawn, and the two other members of her Council 
  -- Tamalane and Bellonda -- showed impatience at the summons, even though Odrade 
  had ordered breakfast served by her personal chef. 
   
  "It isn't every woman who can preside at the birth of her own father," Odrade 
  quipped when the others complained they had too many demands on their time to 
  permit of "time-wasting nonsense." 
   
  Only aged Tamalane showed sly amusement. 
   
  Bellonda held her over-fleshed features expressionless, often her equivalent of 
  a scowl. 
   
  Was it possible, Odrade wondered, that Bell had not exorcised resentment of the 
  relative opulence in Mother Superior's surroundin