Once the Sleep of Reason had been a slaughter-ship, delivering fresh grox to the hives of Choalea IV until outbreaks of tongue-rot had retired her. Now she delivered pilgrims to Terra. More pilgrims made it home than grox had, but only barely.
Reed had been the next to die. They were already weak from the lack of food, their actions less nimble, less certain, than they needed to be. He'd cut his…
Matron Josmene looked to her assistant. Catching her eye, Cal uncovered the patient. A girl, with bright-green eyes that snapped between Josmene, and the dark room.Cal moved his bioscanner across her…
It's Getting Pretty Grimdark In Here... The following story includes themes of abuse which some readers may find disturbing. Reader discretion is advised. × Dismiss alert Serenity entered the Scholam’s…
Five days of this hell. It seemed longer but Marcel’s chrono-watch still worked. A useful device when in the warp: it counted the days its wearer had lived. A gift…
The cocktail of artificial adrenals and deep pressure medication being pumped directly into Lethio’s bloodstream made it impossible to distract himself from the nightmarish flight. Twenty minutes spent in absolute…
Art by Noah Miller The vox recorder had taken a beating over the years, but so had Inquisitor Corrodus. He had to bang the thing against the side table to…
Do you remember the day we met? I don’t suppose you do. Your lifeless stare betrays you. Who was I to you anyway? A tenant? An employee? A statistic? Was I like the others, a dime a dozen?
I sat alone in my little hovel, fifty kilometers beneath the surface of Tarsian Secundus. Vidfeeds circled me, keeping a close watch on the complex web of pipes that funneled…
The king sighed, his vox-grille flexing in and out like flesh with the motion. It was a lovely day. The Imperial city of Heritus was unprepared when the sky began to scream, when the dreadclaws descended and filled the city with hallucinogenic gas with their impact. Only delights had followed.