Dune Audiobook Reviews Novels & Stories

Dune suddenly got quieter in his steps. They reached a cave not long after. "Wait for me here. Don't move," he whispers and went to get something. As Evy waited, she could see a lot of tree barks were broken around them, the grass was a bit worn and a shade lighter than the rest, and there's a hint of marks on the walls of the cave and the trees. Why does it feel wrong to be there? Dune came back with 10 small rodents in his hands. "Do you remember the direction we came in?"

"What is the name to be registered?" "Alex," Emily replied. Dune continued, "Alex, please say a greeting." Emily glanced at Alex, encouraging him. "Hello, Dune," Alex said, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and hesitation. "Voice registered. Hello to you too, Alex, and welcome," Dune replied smoothly. Alex was astonished by the state-of-the-art AI. "This is incredible," he murmured, still taking in his new surroundings. Emily smiled. "You can tell Dune to do just about anything. I'll leave you to get settled; we have a lot to discuss afterward."

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly

Dune’s lips quivered. Leo raised the gun slightly, pressing it against Dune’s toes. His finger pressed on the trigger and he fired a shot. “Holy shi—“ Dune screamed, bucking violently as he fell to the floor, clutching his left feet in his hand. “Good,” Leo said mockingly, his tone clinical. “That’s one. Let’s see how the other fares.” He fired another shot and Dune doubled over again, shrieking. “Ple…uhhh—please,” he whispered as tears rolled down his eyes.

Hassan drove us into it without ceremony. The landscape changed completely within fifteen minutes of leaving the city. The dunes rose, properly rose, the kind that existed in photographs and that photographs always failed to adequately represent because photographs could not account for scale or silence. These were enormous. Amber and rose and deep red in the late afternoon light, their surfaces textured by wind into the specific geometry of something that had been shaped over thousands of years by a single patient force. I looked at them through the window and said nothing.