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Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
Do you think me weak, flawed? Do you hate me for setting my Inquisitorial role above the needs of one agonised being? If you do, I commend you. I think of that woman still, and hate the fact I left her to die slowly. But if you hate me, I know this about you… you are no inquisitor. You don’t have the moral strength.
I’m excusing a lot because I recognise the trauma and loss you have suffered. But my patience isn’t limitless… unlike my authority.’
I looked round at Mortress Tutrone and Fischig. ‘I know which one of you I’d rather have around in a fight,’ I muttered. Tutrone laughed. Fischig didn’t.
‘I– I have rights!’ The man spat suddenly. ‘You are in the custody of the Imperial Inquisition,’ I told him frankly. ‘You have no rights whatsoever.’
‘I see,’ she said. ‘Even big bad inquisitors have needs, huh? That’s fine.’
‘Tormented how?’ ‘Their worlds were eerie, disarming, uncomfortable – something about the angles, the officer said.’ ‘The angles?’
Is this some Lovecraft shit?
It had no form, but suggested many, as a shadow on a wall or a cloud in the sky might flicker and resemble many things in a passing moment.
I’d had funny ideas about her for years, truth be told. She was beautiful and sublimely sexy. But she was also an untouchable. It hurt me to be close to her, physically hurt. I hate that fact. I feel a lot for Bequin and I long to be with her, but it was never going to happen. Never, ever.
I remembered the sensation of taking Medea’s hand, and clutching out at Vance, who couldn’t quite reach me. The janissaries shot him down, cutting his body apart with las-fire. His psychic death scream had cut into my mind like a hot wire, and that’s what had woken me. Hadn’t it?
Hmmm...
As my puppet was torn apart, I let go of the warp vortex that had been spinning in my mind ever since I had summoned it. It surged out of Etrik’s collapsing body and expanded, annihilating the janissaries, Entipaul’s Lounge and the entire level sixty deck of hive four in a radius of fifty metres.
Damn, Eisenhorn!
