King of Science Fiction

To be honest, Frank Herbert does not have a very distinctive style. Like many other science fiction authors, he is obsessed with detail and much of his writing comes in the form of dialogue. Furthermore, his writing is extremely descriptive, as he is constantly trying to add more information about his fictional setting. In addition, the author presents the subject matter in a very straightforward way, refusing to delve on one subject. On a larger scale, Herbert's stories focus on aspects of the culture of the fictional peoples described as well as on the setting. This focus allows Herbert to present his fictional universe as a highly plausible one. Anyways, here goes my poor attempt to recreate Herbert's writing.

They approached the Sabr Oasis by dawnbreak, famished from the long trek across the Great Erg in days past. The last stretch of the trek was over dunes high enough to engulf the tallest buildings of Maud'dib. As soon as the travelers reached camp, Jason motioned to Elizabeth, pointing down the crossroad to the forest, where there lay under the morning sun a brook large enough for the filtration devices in their desert suits.
"M'lady, his majesty would not forgive me for letting you perish while we still have a journey ahead of us," Jason offered.
However, Elizabeth, displeased with such a profound suggestion, contended,"No. We must assign the first day watch before we trap ourselves like rabbits in a cage at the hands of a patrol."
Soon the travelers frantically organized themselves into scouting groups and began to set up camp, all the time using the cover of the trees to prevent their movements and camp from being noticed by local patrols of Fremen.
"Quickly," insisted Hawat, who knew of the grave importance of expediency in such an unforgiving land.
As the group spread out in the brush, Jason studied the place: a huge green expanse coverd by a thick layer of underbrush and countless trees swaying back and forth in the morning breeze. The daywatch cast long shadows onto the ground, forming a dark ring around thier camp. He glanced at the Queen, joining the watch party, and noted how she failed to blend with the Fremen even though their garb was identical.