The Flight of the Eisenstein (The Horus Heresy #4)

by James Swallow

‘Warriors must know that they are valued. Praise… praise from one’s peers must be given when the moment is right. Without it, even the most steadfast man will eventually feel unvalued.’

‘You… lied.’ ‘Veteran’s prerogative,’

‘We’ll go

‘This death,’ rasped the voder, ‘this death is ours. We choose it. We deny you your victory.’

For a moment there was a tiny star on the battered plains outside the Choral City, marking two more lives lost within a maelstrom of murder.

‘Get your terms straight, boy,’ retorted Carya. ‘Mutiny is when the enlisted men take over a vessel. When the ship’s master does it, it’s called barratry.’

On Ancient Earth there had once been a philosopher who warned that if a man were to look into an abyss, then he should know that the abyss would also look into the man. In no other place was this as true as it was in the immaterium. The warp was a mirror for the emotions of every living thing, a sea of turbulent thought echoes, the dark dregs of every hidden desire and broken id mixed together into a raw mass of disorder. If one could apply a single word to describe the nature of the warp, that word would be chaos.

Like all men, you strive to escape from the shadow of your father, but also to seek his pride.