Knight of Talassar: The Cato Sicarius Omnibus


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 More great Warhammer 40,000 titles from Black Library
 • THE CHRONICLES OF URIEL VENTRIS •
 Graham McNeill
 Book 1: NIGHTBRINGER
 Book 2: WARRIORS OF ULTRAMAR
 Book 3: DEAD SKY, BLACK SUN
 Book 4: THE KILLING GROUND
 Book 5: COURAGE AND HONOUR
 Book 6: THE CHAPTER’S DUE
 Book 7: THE SWORDS OF CALTH
 INDOMITUS
 Gav Thorpe
 • DAWN OF FIRE •
 Book 1: AVENGING SON
 Guy Haley
 Book 2: THE GATE OF BONES
 Andy Clark
 Book 3: THE WOLFTIME
 Gav Thorpe
 Book 4: THRONE OF LIGHT
 Guy Haley
 Book 5: THE IRON KINGDOM
 Nick Kyme
 • WATCHERS OF THE THRONE •
 Chris Wraight
 Book 1: THE EMPEROR’S LEGION
 Book 2: THE REGENT’S SHADOW
 • VAULTS OF TERRA •
 Chris Wraight
 Book 1: THE CARRION THRONE
 Book 2: THE HOLLOW MOUNTAIN
 Book 3: THE DARK CITY
 • DARK IMPERIUM •
 Guy Haley
 Book 1: DARK IMPERIUM
 Book 2: PLAGUE WAR
 Book 3: GODBLIGHT
 GHAZGHKULL THRAKA: PROPHET OF THE WAAAGH!
 Nate Crowley
 THE INFINITE AND THE DIVINE
 Robert Rath
 THE SUCCESSORS: A SPACE MARINES ANTHOLOGY
 Various authors
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Contents
 Cover 
 Backlist
 Warhammer 40,000
 Knight of Talassar 
 ASSAULT ON BLACKREACH
 Phase One
 Phase Two
 Phase Three
 Phase Four
 FALL OF DAMNOS
 Prologue
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three 
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight 
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 Chapter Sixteen
 Chapter Seventeen
 Chapter Eighteen
 Chapter Nineteen
 Chapter Twenty
 Chapter Twenty-one
 Chapter Twenty-two
 Chapter Twenty-three
 Chapter Twenty-four
 Chapter Twenty-five
 Chapter Twenty-six
 Chapter Twenty-seven
 Epilogue
 SPEAR OF MACRAGGE
 Quote
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 Epilogue
 VEIL OF DARKNESS
 MASTER OF THE WATCH
 KNIGHTS OF MACRAGGE
 Quote
 Prologue
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 Chapter Sixteen
 Chapter Seventeen
 Chapter Eighteen
 Chapter Nineteen
 Chapter Twenty
 Chapter Twenty-one
 Chapter Twenty-two
 Chapter Twenty-three
 Chapter Twenty-four
 Chapter Twenty-five
 Chapter Twenty-six
 Chapter Twenty-seven
 Chapter Twenty-eight
 Chapter Twenty-nine
 Chapter One
 Chapter Two
 Chapter Three
 Chapter Four
 Chapter Five
 Chapter Six
 Chapter Seven
 Chapter Eight
 Chapter Nine
 Chapter Ten
 Chapter Eleven
 Chapter Twelve
 Chapter Thirteen
 Chapter Fourteen
 Chapter Fifteen
 Chapter Sixteen
 Chapter Seventeen
 Chapter Eighteen
 Chapter Nineteen
 Chapter Twenty
 Chapter Twenty-one
 Chapter Twenty-Two
 Chapter Twenty-three
 Chapter Twenty-four
 Chapter Twenty-five
 Chapter Twenty-six
 Chapter Twenty-seven
 Chapter Twenty-eight
 Epilogue
 About the Author
 An Extract from ‘Dark Imperium’
 A Black Library Publication
 eBook license
 
 
 
 
 For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind. By the might of His inexhaustible armies a million worlds stand against the dark.
 Yet, He is a rotting carcass, the Carrion Lord of the Imperium held in life by marvels from the Dark Age of Technology and the thousand souls sacrificed each day so that His may continue to burn.
 To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. It is to suffer an eternity of carnage and slaughter. It is to have cries of anguish and sorrow drowned by the thirsting laughter of dark gods.
 This is a dark and terrible era where you will find little comfort or hope. Forget the power of technology and science. Forget the promise of progress and advancement. Forget any notion of common humanity or compassion.
 There is no peace amongst the stars, for in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
 
 
 
 
 
 ASSAULT ON BLACKREACH
 
 
 
 PHASE ONE
 BOMBARDMENT­
 Terrible beauty.
 That was how Master Varken Mathius had described it in the fortress-monastery on Macragge, home world of the Ultramarines.
 ‘You’ll remember your first drop pod assault,’ he’d said, stalking the length of the lectorium, the sound of bionics concealed beneath his mentor’s robes whirring as he moved. ‘Encased in a spear-tip of metal, you’ll descend into a world of noise. The beat of plasma engines will resonate inside your skull, the screech of metal will tear at your resolve and the dead certainty that all which stands between you and oblivion is a thin wall of ceramite will fill your stomach like lead. The drop pod assault is a weapon of utmost swiftness and terror,’ he’d told them. ‘To look upon it is to behold a thing of terrible beauty.
 ‘But you will endure it,’ the master had continued. ‘You will endure it because you are Astartes, the sons of Guilliman himself – there is none better amongst all your brother Chapters. You are the galaxy’s finest warriors. The Ultramarines.’ 
 Sergeant Scipio Vorolanus remembered these words well, standing in his grav-harness, the adamantium interior of his own gunmetal cocoon and nine of his battle-brothers surrounding him. Over a hundred and twenty long years had passed since that day, since he’d been a humble neophyte. He had been just a boy back then, accepting the expert tutelage of his betters, tremulous at the thought of distant battle amongst the stars. It was before the fear had been taken out of him and his rebirth through the gene-science of the Imperium into a warrior-god. 
 Clad in their full Astartes battle-plate, the stylised ‘U’ symbol depicting the allegiance of their Chapter prevalent on their armour, the warriors around Scipio stood unmoving in a circle. Nine pairs of eyes stared back at the sergeant, cold and hard behind the emerald lenses of their battle helms; superhuman beings ready for war, who gripped bolters in their armoured gauntlets like holy icons. 
 Only Scipio went unhooded. Better that his brothers saw the vehemence in his eyes, his devotion and courage. His close-cropped