The End and the Death: Volume II (The Horus Heresy: Siege of Terra, Book 8, Part 2)

by Dan Abnett

Oh, Horus Lupercal. You poor, deluded child. What have you let into yourself? What have you allowed to spill free? What have you become that you can unleash this hellstorm upon us?

Horus

‘Look at their pathetic legions,’ say the voices of Samus, ‘their ruptured hosts, their walking corpses, living to kill and killing to kill. There is no longer any point to their psychopathic exertions or their hysterical sacrifices. Nothing remains to be won or lost. Not now, not for them. Nothing survives of their motives, reasons or agendas.’

Samus

‘Look! Do they not see it too? The past is gone, and there is no future. There is only now, and there is only war, and the war will burn for as long as there is fuel to feed it.’

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‘I am Rogal Dorn, Praetorian, primarch of the Imperial Fists, seventh-found son, defiant and unyielding.’

Rogal Dorn