Dune Read-along Novels & Stories

NOTE FROM RARE once again guys, I am having problems with the network so I am uploaded an unfinished chapter. I will try to see if I can proof-read it here and re upload it again. Now this one has a lot of errors since I just typed it and uploaded without checking it.. bear with me for some time please. Love… ~~~ DUNCAN POV There was no place in the world I would rather be in than the dungeon. Especially on January 1st.

I feel even more confident that he heard me when he says he’s going to stay. There is something magical here in Araphyra, so perhaps, I can connect again while we’re here. Cara has Rik now and I know they will be mates, so I feel confident in staying with Clint. Our month with Ailduin goes by too quickly. We start with Clint’s Guardian line. Sometimes when he’s reading, he’ll skim too fast for me to keep up and he’ll turn the page. I realized accidentally that I could turn the page back. The first time it happened, Clint went totally still and so did I.

“Respect its decision.” I laugh so hard my stomach hurts. Even strangers walking along the beach begin smiling at Dylan yelling negotiations toward the Pacific Ocean. By sunset, everyone is exhausted. Mrs. Harper and Maria begin packing the picnic while Brian and Dylan continue arguing about whether the volleyball betrayed them. Karen shakes her head. “They’re hopeless.” “They really are.” Alejandro quietly reaches for my hand. “Walk with me?” I nod. “I’d like that.” We leave our shoes beside the blanket and wander barefoot along the shoreline.

Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

Flavius murmurs to himself with a light smile. “Yes,” I say. We walk through the halls of the mountain until we finally make it to Soren's and Sunniva's quarters. I knock briskly on the door and wait for a response. The door opens and I am greeted by Sunniva, wearing a bright smile. Her cropped blue hair hangs neatly just below her ears. Perched up on her shoulder is a green baby dragon, nuzzling his head into his mother’s hair. "Nora I am so glad you are back," she says pulling me into a tight hug causing her son Natel to fly off her shoulder and into the bedroom, "Now, tell me; who is this handsome male?" She asks wagging her eyebrow back and forth.

Giant sand dunes rose like waves in the distance, and the wind played in the sand, leaving behind wavy patterns. It was surreal, maybe beautiful, but it suggested that they had a whole new set of challenges waiting for them. So how could they enjoy it? Ancient buildings peeked out from the sandy sea, telling tales of people long gone. “What the hell just happened?” Hunter asked as he tried to get the sand out of his hair. He was on his feet, staring around. Lin coughed dryly and she too proceeded to run her hand through her messy hair that was now flowing to her shoulders. “This…this must be the last part of the quest, the one where the diamond stone is hidden,” She guessed.

The fire shifted in the hearth, sending sparks briefly upward. Elara reached for the book at last. Darius let her take it without comment. She turned the page carefully, scanning the next entry. The author had written about tide pools, gulls, and storms that rolled in fast enough to swallow entire afternoons. It sounded impossible. It sounded real. Both things at once. “Did you ever get close?” she asked. “To the coast?” She nodded. “A few times.” “Was it what you expected?” Darius considered the question. “No.”

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The desert bleeds. Black sand cascades from the dunes like ash from a funeral pyre, each grain whispering secrets as it grinds against my boots. The twin suns hang low, their light a sickly amber that leaches color from the world. Eden walks ahead, his crow-feather coat molting, void-scarred fingers trailing through the sand. He carves symbols only he understands-circles within spirals, warnings or pleas.

All around us in the wind women and mens shrill whines and cries makes my blood run cold. “One down, more to go.” Athale says with grim satisfaction as she walks to Dawn, a pleased expression on her beautiful face. Dawn grins at her, as an explosion makes both of us fly into the forest. Dawn hits a three, and momentary blackness overcomes our senses.