It is so satisfying yet unforeseen to see Paul Muad'dib Atreidis finally embracing the Fremen in him. It is a captivating finishing touch to an already fabulous character. The first book was so good, that I approached this one with low expectations, since you know it's always the first one that's the best in any series. Not this time though. It left me and my expectations dead in the water.

I hate Frank Herbert for evoking such emotions in me for such an authoritarian emperor, like literally, the supposed ruler of the known universe, but sad I was. There was no escaping the despair, and odd enough, I didn't want to either. I shared Paul's grief, and it gripped me hard while also making me root for the future with just the right amount of motivation.

The whole book was the precursor of a great-grandmother of a storm brewing. And in time, it did strike, as it was foretold just not in the manner I had imagined. I went into this book "blind", pun intended, and it's one of the best things I could have done. I don't know what I'm saying or if it makes any sense at all, but the last few chapters got me into a trance. In one moment, Paul says:

"There are some problems in this universe for which there are no answers."

OK, enough rambling from me. This book has wrapped my mind like the prescience. If any of you reached up to this point, first of all, wow! You are one patient person! But what good is patience if you do not read this book? Now, go on, read it, like now!