Dune: Part 3 Novels & Stories

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

My grandma was pleasantly surprised. She came closer to me and held my hands, "this isn't a coincidence my child. I know you eventually have to accept one of them as your mate but for now, you can work with all three of them and get them to put an end to their feud with one other. Once you have achieved that, you can find out who our enemy is." I immediately recalled my encounter with the three awesome men this morning. The way I felt when all three stood in front of me is something I would never be able to explain. How could I work with all three of them?

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POV DARLENE The Third Layer of Entropy was a landscape of Terminal Silence. As we landed upon the shifting dunes of white salt, the air grew so thin it felt like breathing powdered glass. This wasn't the industrial heat of the Foundry or the digital static of the Data-Farm; it was a Conceptual Vacuum, a place where the High Council stored the "Primary Source Code" of the Sun-Walker lineage. The sky above was a flat, unmoving silver, etched with the faint, ghostly outlines of every moon that had ever been "Archived" since the Zero Cycle.

The path was closing fast, throwing up dust that obscured their escape. Moments after clearing the dune, it closed with a massive thud behind them. A cloud of sand rained down, causing them to cover their faces. Exhausted and shaken, they collapsed on the ground to gather themselves. The dune was seamless. On the surface, there was no sign that a crack was ever there. “I’m getting too old for this,” Zigor said. He was on his pack, his pack preventing him from being completely horizontal. Somehow, Helick found humor in them almost being pulverized between the rocks. “I take it back,” Helick said. “The villagers may be on to something.”

“Fine, but I’m putting the doctor on call, just in case.” “I’ll go get Dad.” Damian announces, taking off towards the palace entrance. An hour later I’m doing breathing exercises while we watch one of Elder Collins’s aerial drones zoom across the foreign landscape. Any other time I would be fascinated to discover the secrets of the hidden territories, but now I can only wring my hands and pray. The search seems to go on forever, and my nerves are fraying more and more with every moment that passes. Finally a few specks appear in the distance, and I recognize the salt flats Damian had shown me out the window on his drive. The specks grow larger and larger as the drone flies… and then we see t

Everything that couldn’t be digitized, laundered, or burned. I stood on the cliff where the fortress used to be. Only scorched earth remained, and one twisted I-beam jutting toward the sky like a broken finger. The wind smelled of salt and endings. Dante came up behind me, arms sliding around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. “It’s done,” he said quietly. I leaned back into him. “Almost.” I pulled the satellite phone from my pocket. Dialed. One ring. Zurab answered, voice like gravel over glass.

The army went silent. I climbed a pile of rubble. The stones were sharp under my palms. I reached the top and looked at the horizon. To the North, the white dune sea was moving. A cloud of red dust miles wide rose into the sky. It leached the light from the air. And cresting the highest dune, black against the white sand, was a shape I knew. A Citadel Siege Crawler. It was a moving carcass of metal. Rusted bones and skeletal machines bristling with cannons. It growled—a subterranean vibration that traveled through the slag and into my bones.

Dune Light. The first feeling I felt on my skin after waking up from coma. After the dark, after water and after steel twisting. My skin prickled like someone had set the sun on me and trying to open my eyes, my lids felt like sandpaper. How long? Days? Weeks? The last thing I remembered was the wheel jerking in my hands. The ocean was coming up fast at me and my car was going off the cliff because they had vine. Because Dad said "execute the Luna or we execute her family."

“I realized you weren’t just surviving the curse. You were fighting it. Fighting for me, for us, for something that might actually be worth having.” “That’s…” Selene’s voice wavered. “That’s really sappy.” “I know. I hate it.” “Liar.” They were close now, closer than they’d been in the medical wing, closer than they’d been during training. Selene could smell him. “Three days,” Dorian said quietly, his eyes dropping to her lips before jerking back up. The look sent heat pooling in her stomach. “Three days until the full moon,” she managed. “Until everything changes.”