Gravity’s Return
Calculating time to impact… Calculating time to impact…The cogitator delights in tormenting Lev Ermak. …time to impact… Finally, it answers in uncaring block gothic lettering: Unknown.Impact is assured, though it could be in…
Calculating time to impact… Calculating time to impact…The cogitator delights in tormenting Lev Ermak. …time to impact… Finally, it answers in uncaring block gothic lettering: Unknown.Impact is assured, though it could be in…
This is what we call victory. The scarred hulls of starships visible in low orbit. The taste of ash, drifting across the skies of Terra. The wind carrying rumours, scourging a blasted cradleworld with tales of a dead Warmaster and the fallen Emperor.
Resplendent Hero of Ullanor. Slayer of the Dark Champion of Ekxos IV. Favoured son of Roboute Guilliman. Titles that meant nothing as Praetor Cestus gurgled on his swiftly coagulating blood.…
The Rhino crested the ridge and swung into view. Its blocky square form stood out against the sharp outline of the Atuluvian mountains. The fact that it was painted bright…
Ambrecht slammed the fish down on the table at the centre of the cafeteria. It stank in the muggy heat; the windows were all sealed to keep out the eastern…
Soot drifted past the cockpit like snow, caught by thermal winds from decade-long fires. Ashur had forgotten when he last slept; the chronometer was the first tertiary system he’d jettisoned…
There have been so many, many nightmares, but Terra was the worst. Of all the battlefields, on all the worlds that I had piloted my Questoris Magaera through, the screams had…
The throng of prisoners huddled together in the afternoon haze, drenched in sweat and caked with dirt. It had been hours since they were marched to the Imperial camp, but…
Eminence Reaves looked out his window at the plaza below, the glasscrete pane reflecting his age-worn, but not unkindly, visage over the assembled. They’d packed in every space at the…
One last push for atonement, one last push for Vostroya, one last push for the Emperor. The smog is thinner than it once was, the manufactories still roar with the strike…