The Gutter Pearl
Pyrrho woke on the cobbles, the cool mud a balm for his blistered face. Cracking weary eyes, he watched the second-shift workers pass like shadows on a sundial, unmoved by…
Valkyrie
'Tell me again.'Sister Aoife looked up at the Interrogator. She had been intent on the bindings that secured her wrists. Not looking for an escape, she knew there was no…
The Last Hours of Merrick Dahler
The cell door opened with a squeal of rusty hinges, and the prisoner looked up, squinting into the light after endless days of darkness. A voice barked from the blinding…
Howling Mountains
Prologue – Skyfall The sky rained fire upon Valrypso. Such sights were not as rare as they used to be, for this was the Imperium Nihilus. Yet this was neither…
Once
I was your acquaintance once. Oh, how I respected you then. Your poise and command ran through every communication like ribbons of gold in veins of quartz. Through courier and…
Trench Water
Artillery boomed, but to him it was no more noticeable than the rumble of distant thunder. He was used to it. He had grown used to it. Part of him…
Execution Day
The crunch of his boots on the morning frost was the only sound on the parade ground as the commissar strode before the gathered regiment. His face set as hard…
The Witch of Rig 7
By the time I step from the landing pad onto the swaying surface of Rig 7, a crowd has gathered to watch. It’s almost as if they’ve never seen a woman before.
A Masterpiece of Mundanity
Two figures made their way down the street; the one in front strode with confidence, the one behind moved with the tell-tale crawl of a tracked servitor. They stopped at the entrance to a non-descript warehouse opposite a small Ecclesiarchy shrine.
The Summons
The summons came right after I had my connection ports flushed and cleansed. Half-groggy, with the ports still smelling of antiseptic and my neck feeling tender and sore, I made my way to the Sanctum.
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