Long time readers know that I am eternally grateful to Frank Herbert for giving me The God Emperor of Dune. The Dune series, and especially this novel, forever changed me when I was a lad and helped shape who I am today.
I made a vow to never read what has become known as Hunters of Dune or the forthcoming Sandworms of Dune by the schlock writing team of Brian Herbert and Kevin Anderson.
These two novels, if you can call them that, are the supposed fruits of finding Frank Herbert's notes for a 7th Dune novel to come after Chapterhouse: Dune.
I gave in and read the awful direct prequels of House Atreides, House Harkonnen, and, House Corrino because I knew they could never taint the original books.
I even went to far as to suffer through the super mega godawful Butlerian Jihad, Machine Crusade, and Battle for Corrin "books" that sets up the Brian Herbert/Kevin Anderson version of the Dune universe because I knew that these certainly could never taint the original books.
These 6 pieces of drivel popped out once a year like clockwork like so much garbage mass-market sci-fi.
But the thought that they found Frank Herbert's notes locked in a safety deposit box makes for better fiction than this crap ever could.
Today I was looking up something Dune-related and came across some Google results that sounded like awful laughable bad fan fiction.
What I didn't know when I was reading them was that they were basically spoilers for Hunters of Dune.
Whatever Flash 9 bug, god, God, gods, faire folk, Kwizatch Haderachs, Flash 9 demon, magic elves, or what-have-you that made my web browser crash at that moment I thank you.
Now I need to get back to writing that novel about Frank Herbert coming back to life as a zombie and eating the brains of the publisher's of this prequel and sequel shitfest.