Dissimulo Mors
Blood, both sacred and profane, flowed into the sigils cut into the stone floor. Van Saar Archeotek Stratto Cheynne’s screams echoed in the mirrored chamber. Strapped naked to the rack,…
First Light
When I was little, my favourite stories were the ones Mama would tell me about the Sun. She would always talk about it with this… this reverence, like it was…
The Case of the Wayward Warehouse Worker
My name is Quintus Atticus Agrippa. A name long on words and short on meaning. I’m just a man trying to get by in His Imperium like everyone else. I…
A Wondrous Little Thing
It began with a crack on the wall. It was during a standardised eight-minute sustenance period, wherein manufactorum grunt #996978 was struggling to operate the protein tube dispenser. Grunt #996978,…
The Eye of the Beholder
Flickering blasts of red light chased the shadowy figure as it flitted across the cramped hab-unit, searing super-heated holes in the cheap plascrete wall and setting the thin mattress alight…
Ascend
The clouds burned as God forced its way through the atmosphere. He watched with awe, she watched with fear. He was Quinnus, Magus of the Congregation of the Exalted Sun,…
The Case of the Stolen Savant
My name is Quintus Atticus Agrippa. A name long on words and short on meaning. I’m just a man trying to get by in His Imperium like everyone else. I…
Sal of the Hive
It's Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here... The following story includes themes of abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Do…
Conflicting Duties
It hurt to wear her smile.She wore it every second of every day. It was like a mask she could not remove, bolted permanently into place. Yet sometimes – right…
Mine
It was a long way down from the spires of the hive. Alena shifted her skirt over the curve of her hip: not an enticement but a warning, a declaration…