Egg
Lethia had a friend. She didn’t exactly call it a “friend”, more like a “pet”. But where she lived, she didn’t have many friends, and she was glad to find the…
Lethia had a friend. She didn’t exactly call it a “friend”, more like a “pet”. But where she lived, she didn’t have many friends, and she was glad to find the…
Asper doubted. His sweet Thusia, thin, trembling, ecstatic, who always had to wear a headscarf so no one would see stripes on her head. She stood next to him, pressing…
‘No one thinks about the grades of corpse starch.’ A small, elderly man by the name of Esurian Semper told a group of trainees hoping to become Mortis Keepers, the…
Perched high in the shadowed rafters of New Vargus station, Deathstalker watched the cultist approach her across the gantry. He was a slight figure, swamped by his Administratum robes as he hurried onwards.
Together we sing the song of the angels and the cosmos sings back in joy. The song is beautiful and hungry, yet one voice sings louder than the rest creating disharmony.…
When a massive Tyranid fleet appears in orbit, Connor Daly and his son Jatrus must escape the global cataclysm by fleeing into the tunnels beneath their Imperial hive city. Trapped miles below ground, what they find is a Genestealer uprising of monstrous proportions and the spectres of their own family trauma.
A ravenous alien swarm known as the Tyranids are closing in on an Imperial outpost, leaving it up to three Imperial Knights to escort a convoy of dropships by land when anti-air makes lift-off impossible. Big freaking robots square off against implacable swarms of insectoid horrors as the personalities of the three knights bristle against – and work with – each other.
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…
Birth was a strange and sudden affair for the Lictor. It burst into awareness with a jolt, awoken by an impact that ripped its mycetic spore to bits.
The sea green Stormraven banked heavily into the wind. The wind battered against its armoured flank, as its engines screamed against the inexorable pull of gravity. Fighting micro squalls its…