Drowned Angels
The hollow peeling of a brass bell heralded the arrival of the evening tide. It was accompanied by a low fog. It swirled through the streets, its questing tendrils creeping…
The hollow peeling of a brass bell heralded the arrival of the evening tide. It was accompanied by a low fog. It swirled through the streets, its questing tendrils creeping…
Tasty Taavo yelled: 'Meat wraps!' Pheromone ejectors on the cart wheezed and pumped out a blast. 'Meatsticks!' Something must have been off with the mixture, or the ejectors were overheating again because Taavo’s guts…
Promotion ceremonies were always on the primary flight deck. They told us it was because it was one of the few places on the ship that could accommodate us all.…
< Back to Short Fiction The Silk SpireAn unofficial Warhammer 40,000 Short StoryWritten by Jenny Strath[rt_reading_time label="Reading Time:" postfix="minutes" postfix_singular="minute"] 'The good die first,' thought Dazia as she dragged hungrily…
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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…
'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 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…
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…