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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&#...
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
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