Ad Finitum
Eight feathers left, their multichromatic lustre slowly turning ashen grey. A feather falls, drifting away on unseen winds. The flesh hound runs not from the crimson corpse mounds crumbling into nothingness…
Hounds of Bedlam
The lost and the damned – this is the name given to souls who shun the Holy Light of the Emperor. Among them are Rudolf Nusz, a ‘golden-boy’ guardsman who hid his sadism before turning against the Imperium. When a mutiny goes wrong, he attempts to flee the powers of Chaos but is dragged back in by former ally Sebastian Kent. Together, the two men embark on a path of violence to save a traitor ’s spirit from crossing over to the other side, all while their twin capacities for murder and torture propel them into a war between mankind’s worst natures.
The Echo of Satellite 66b
“Echo” is an Imperial Navy echographer, a technician who helps ships detect threats before they arise using spaceborn electronic acoustics. When war breaks out, he hopes to use his skills to help in the navy, but is assigned to a dead-end forensic mission – and a mystery which will damn him forever.
Flashpoint
Time and blood. And blood. And blood again. Anathema to mortals, time is my ontogenesis. In the Immaterium, I manifest on the edge of a bronze knife, in an age…
The True Lords of Entropy
‘My skin is pallid. My soles are worn. Buboes burst as I sojourn. In foetid rivers, my skin is torn. May your child grant my immortal form! Rusting metal, rotting horns, take me to your Neverborn!’ Burghott sang from the centre of the viscous Nurgle sigil atop the craggy plateau.
Behind the Veil
The vile creatures stood before her. Breathing through her mouth, she choked on the rancid smell. Putrid and pestilent, the oversized mutant oozed pus from various lacerations. A large flap…
Bride of Tzeentch
Freedom is a ship that sails on a sea of blood. The blood in question belonged to the crew of our freighter, the Void Clipper. They lay where we had…
The Undying Saint
Haephestia’s footsteps echoed as she patrolled the salt-stone catacombs. At the end of her third circuit of the reliquary, Sister Superior Magdalene was waiting.‘Sister Haephestia.’‘Well met, Sister Superior. How fares…
The Damned Hound
Demon wolves hunted. They loped across the battlefield, gargantuan legs churning up the earth like gods. Only that they were not true wolves, but iron Warhounds sniffing the air, tracking their…
A Matter of Perspective
We were three bottles down, flushed with kill fever and the thrill of survival. I had reached that peculiar stage of rising euphoria with the longed-for crest still just out…