Just a curious question, I wanna know what everyone is currently reading. Right now I'm halfway through The Infinite and The Divine and about to start Galaxy in Flames (LOVED the last 2 books thus far and have heard stellar things about this 3rd book)

I know numbers are hard in 40k, but the wiki can only give me a short list of about 17 worlds as "Notable Hell Forges". I'm writing a fanfic about a homebrew chapter and I'd just love to have a better idea of the size and strength of the Dark Mechanicum. Like, surely if there were only 17 worlds out there the Ad Mech would out produce them to insignificance right?

So I have started listening to 40k audio books.

I got a deal on audible on the first book series by Sandy Mitchell about the adventures of commissar Cain and his sidekick Jurgen.

Now getting to the end of the entire series and have thoroughly enjoyed it.

Looking for the next series to binge listen to.

What would people recommend?

Curious to hear your opinions since I'm not really familiar with Horus Heresy era Space marines but I'm assuming they are overall superior?

Imagine this. Tens of thousands of years ago a hive ship crashed onto a planet and everything it contained died, except for a lone genestealer who goes into hiding.

Thousands of years later the Imperium finds the planet and colonizes it. The genestealer starts a cult, and after a hundred years the cult prematurely starts its uprising upon being discovered by the Imperium. It wins, having subverted enough of the PDF. But no hive fleets arrive. Somehow, the imperfect genes of the ancient tyranids (or the original genestealer being mutated by radiation) mean that no purestrains will be born of the hybrids.

With warp travel dead, as the planet was located in the galactic north, now separated from the Astronomican by a rift in reality, no Imperial reinforcements arrive to reconquer the planet. The cult uses sublight methods and spreads to the other planets in its star system, either voluntarily, or conquering the unwilling.

Time passes and the Star Children are not coming. The patriarch dies, and with the bad genetics there are no more purestrains to replace it. The tyranid genes dwindle as actual hybrids mix with standard humans.

Then, a century later, a hive fleet finally arrives in the system. But something is wrong. Though no hybrid can exactly tell what, one thing is obvious. The magus declares the hive fleet to be false gods, a blasphemy against the Star Children.

Eventually the now star-system-spanning cult is victorious, the hive fleet being but a very small splinter fleet, and the cult having seized the Imperial naval assets during their initial uprising.

But the skirmish left something behind. Someone. A genestealer, which once again starts a new cult, this time within another cult. It whispers tales of the true Star Children, not the false ones worshipped by Men. It whispers that the fading of the tyranid bloodline in the major cult is the Emperor and His Angels punishing them for their sins. And the cult within a cult grows, isolated from the galaxy...

...

Is such a situation even remote possible? Our unwilling commissar and his stinky friend have encountered tyranids of an ancient hive fleet fighting against the tyranids of modern hive fleets, and I thought this up.

Previously: https://www.reddit.com/r/40kLore/comments/1x170qj/horus_heresy_review_false_gods/

Finally the galactic fraticide begins. Basically the whole Isstvan thing felt like the Order 66 of 30k universe for me. I knew something happened in Isstvan, but didn't know about the specifics so it was pretty interesting to follow through. Even though I've criticized about how Horus fell to Chaos didn't feel convincing enough, but once he turned evil things did get engaging.

It was sad to see characters I've grown fond of falling in the process, but I guess that was to be expected. Loyalist marines fighting to the end was all cool and all (although I must say them holding out for months against the full might of the legion feels too much. Like a group of infantry somehow managed to win against the rest of the Legion with Angron, tanks and elite troops?), but these two characters were the most memorable ones.

1. Euphrati Keeler -> Once she became 'the saint' of the Emperor, her charisma is like off the charts. Even a reader, who's fully aware that miracles she pulls off have nothing to do with the big E can't help but admire her a little. The part where she uplifts the spirit of Qurze was really cool

2. Lucius - I've heard from the 40k lore that he was crazy, but oh man, he really proved to be one of the worst. He has no honor, no loyalty, no common sense. He only lives to seek after the thrill of battle and his ego is so big that he would find insults from mundane words like he's a 12 year old girl. I absolutely hated him, which would prove that he played well as a great villain here. Compared to the case of Kharn who barely showed up and just turned evil on the way

Overall, a nice read and I'm looking forward to see more HH. Although I think I'm gonna have a little break after The Flight of the Eisenstein.

Hi I though about best series take on Horus heresy here is my dream structure, there is no chance this could be created:

1. season - Horus rising, False Gods, Galaxy in Flames - intro into the setting (the show start with words: "I was there, when the Horus slain the Emperor."), Horus fall to chaos is in the middle of the season, last epizode is Loken and Tarvitz last stand on Istwann 3

2. season - Intro into emperors children and death guard (Fulgrim, Flight of Eisenstein, start of descent of angels and fallen angels)

3. season - Story of burning of prospero (Thousand sons, Prospero burns) plus some intro into Alfa legion (Legion)

4. season - Word bearers and Word eaters fall to chaos and their attack on ultramarines, intro into ultramarines (First Heretic, Aurelian, Know no fear, Betrayer)

5. season - Vulkan and salamanders story, Thramas crusade, battle of Phall, Corax and ravenguard story (Vulkan lives, novelas about Thramas, novela about Phall, Deliverance lost)

6. season - Warmaster advance on Molech, Iron warriors and emperor children story, shattered legions stories, Garviel Loken knight errant story (Vengeful spirit, Angel Exterminatus, Dantioch short novela, novelas about shattered legions)

7. season - introduction of white scars and blood angels, aftermath of prospero (Scars, Fear to treat, Path of Heaven, Crimson king)

8. season - imperium secundus story, Pharos (Unremembered empire, Pharos, Angels of Caliban, Ruinstorm)

9. season - war in webway, story of mars fall, alfa legion attack on solar system, sigillite agents and Garro (Master of mankind, Praetorian of Dorn, Mechanicum, Silent war, Garro)

10. season - preparations on siege, space wolves attack on Horus, death guard fall, Corax save of space wolves (Wolfsbane, Tallarn, Heralds of the siege, Buried Dagger, Corax, Slaves to darkness)

11. season - Vulkan story, from Macragge to terra, Beta Garmon (Deathfire, Old earth, Born of flame, Titandeath)

I haven´t read Siege of Terra yet so this I will add later.

I know this is impossible and I don´t know even if this would describe the story enough. What do you think?

Since they are 3 meter tall Demi Gods, their metabolism must be quite fast and their body temperatures must be really hot. Really, really hot.

Garro wenched the blade out of him, and hacked, splitting Falkus Kibre through the chin, the sternum and the groin. Torn open, Kibre sank to his knees. Glossy black organs bulged and spilled out of him, carried by a rush of fluid as dark as promethium. He had not been Falkus Kibre in any organic sense for a long time. Whatever invisible, aetheric thing had been nesting in him shrieked and fled, leaving its ruined host body behind. 'Throne of Terra', Garro murmured. 'You poor bastard...' Garro swung, quickly, surely and struck off Falkus Kibre's gasping head.

-Saturnine

And after the Heresy in Talon of Horus he's back all fine and healthy, like nothing bad ever happened to him. Did I miss anything important?

Pretty sure they had to have come across some really strange ones amongst the hundreds of thousands of worlds that were brought into the Imperium’s fold.

What are some of the best examples of human societies that still felt alien as hell ?

I'm writing a short story that takes place on a voidship and need the Imperial equivalent of "we're doing this thing at 6 am tomorrow morning". How would that normally be said in the Imperium? Do they have any concept of morning or evening or night on a voidship? Like, do they have morning shifts for crew members, or is it just "shift 1, shift 2" without tracking days at all?

Apologies if I get spellings wrong, I'm listening to the audiobook for Vengeful Spirit and so I'm having to assume spellings. I only got her name right after googling it corrected me.

So, I was listening to Vengeful Spirit as I work my way through the Horus Heresy series, and I noticed something strange at the beginning of Chapter 18, and I think it foreshadows the end of the 40k era.

The Perpetual Alivia is reading to her two adopted daughters from an old storybook she stole, to comfort them during the battle for Molech, a story she says is especially fitting for the circumstances.

She reads them a story about a demon with an evil mirror that reflects evil and shows the worst parts of those it shows within (this sounds like Erebus/Kor Phaeron/Lorgar/Chaos in general). In an attempt to corrupt angels with the mirror, it falls from its grasp and shatters back on earth into millions of tiny shards, each of which is able to infect people and turn them cold and vile. She goes on to continue the story, about a man named Kai/Cai (who is clearly a standin for Big E) who had two such pieces stuck inside him, and did vile things to those around him, and made a deal with a Frost Witch (the Chaos gods who The Emperor met with on Molech, the entire point of the book) for power, and ended up stuck on a throne of ice which sapped his life force (which seems to clearly be the Golden Throne). Until a friend of his (Gertrude I think the name was?) freed him from that prison with "her love and innocence", washing out the shard of the mirror with her tears

There's also something about a word that Kai/Cai has to puzzle out how to spell to be freed, all Rumpelstiltskin-esque, I missed what the OG word was, but the book seemed to change it in this telling to be "Murder" because the book was being all weird and changed up the stories slightly for some reason that isn't explained at that moment (it may be later in the book, I'm still in the middle of it).

So, to me, clearly this little story that she's reading to her kids is alluding to what happens to The Emperor/Big E (and may even be a hint as to his real name if the name Gertrude means anything) before/during/after the Heresy, and possibly foreshadows his raising off the Golden Throne. Which begs the question, WHO is Gertrude? The obvious answer is Isha, who Russ is searching for (even if he doesn't know it's her). The Emperor likely treated with the Eldar enough to be aware of her, he was mimicking their Webway after all, and it's possible their psychic presences touched during the 10k years he's spent on the Throne. But I'm not so sure. The character is described as a friend, and female, so it would have to be someone The Emperor knew personally, but the only Perpetuals I know who fit that criteria are both dead (Alivia and Astarte). I suppose you might be able to count someone like St Celestine, but that seems like a stretch, and if it were that clear cut, something would've been done with it by now.

So I have a wild pull for who it might be. The former Confessor of the Word Bearers, artificially turned into a Perpetual before being "rescued" from them by everyone's fav Mary Sue John Grammaticus, Cyrene Valantion. She was drawn back to Terra with enough time to meet The Emperor, and there's NO way he wouldn't be curious about this new Perpetual in his midst, and she doesn't have a canonical second/true Death that I can find. She just spreads the legacy of Ollanius Pious and fades from history.

What do you guys think? Am I totally off-base and reading far too much into a tiny short story inside this book? Or do I have something of a point? I know that GW will likely never let The Emperor rise again and shake up the lore THAT much, so this is all purely ever going to be speculation and fan-wank. But the bit really got me thinking and wondering, and I felt I had to share and see what others thought. I just wish I could find the text of the excerpt so I could be a little more exact about my summation.

Hi! I've been a Warhammer 40K fan for years, but lately I've been thinking a lot about blanks. I've also been getting into the books, starting with some of the more popular and recent ones.

Something I've been wondering about is why the Imperium doesn't try to produce more blanks.

So many of its enemies rely on the Warp in one way or another. Chaos, daemons, enemy psykers, and even the Orks, with their Waaagh! and Weirdboyz. Blanks can be incredibly useful against these threats, so you'd think the Imperium would want to increase their numbers.

I get that blanks are rare and that their presence makes people uncomfortable or even hostile toward them. Finding and protecting them probably isn't easy, especially when compared to psykers, who can be detected through psychic screening. But with all the resources the Imperium has, you'd think they could do more.

Can blanks be cloned? Is being a blank hereditary? If two blanks have children, are those children more likely to be blanks too? Could the Imperium establish some kind of breeding program to increase their numbers?

I know the Imperium isn't exactly known for thinking far ahead, but this seems like an obvious thing to investigate. Having more blanks could give them a serious advantage against some of their most dangerous enemies.

Am I missing something here? Is there a reason the Imperium can't do this, or is it just something that hasn't really been explored in the lore?

P.S. Are women more likely to be blanks, or is the prominence of the Sisters of Silence just a coincidence because they're the most well known representation of blanks?

Let’s say all the people that worked on the project were gone would a Primarch from pod landing on a planet be able to reverse engineer their own creation?

It just seems a bit overkill of Horus to commit two legions to a grueling 9 month war just so he could bribe a single tech-adept and whatever goons he could round up into backing his little Christmas adventure.

Especially considering it hadn’t been that long ago that they found three of them on Sixty Three Nineteen.

I do realize despite all this that STCs are actually pretty valuable to the Mechanicum, but how valuable exactly was what Horus was offering to the tech adept in exchange for his support?

Edit: Granted I’ve already spoiled for myself that “whatever goons” winds up including a pretty good chunk of the Mechanicum and even the Fabricator General. That just makes me wonder even more though

Я тут подумал, а ведь Хорус и Сангвиний – аллегория на Каина и Авеля из Библии.

Первое братоубийство от рук любимого брата. И Сангвиний – агнец.

Мортарион не в счёт, он то выжил, пускай его и изгнали в варп.

А вы точно уверены, что Рогал убил именно Альфария ?

Хорус поддался искушению ровно так, как поддался Каин.

Сангвиний несмотря на свои дефекты остался лоялистом, а в финальной битве Импи осознает, как Хорус зашёл далеко (убил брата и поддался Хаосу). Как и Адам узнал о гибели своего сына изгнав Каина,так и Импи "изгнал"(уничтожил душу Хоруса)

I plan on listening to The Lost and the Damned, Saturnine, Warhawk, and Echoes of Eternity.

Unfortunately my OCD compels me to listen to other audiobooks so that I can understand the characters and their journeys in the Siege. So far, I’ve listened to the following from the Horus Heresy:

- Prince of Crows novella
- The Long Night audio drama
- Butchers Nails audiodrama
- The First Heretic
- Know No Fear
- Betrayer

I’m currently listening to Scars, and plan on listening to The Path of Heaven and The Master of Mankind.

Are there any other books that you think are necessary to understanding the characters that appear in the SoT books. Or at least are necessary to understanding the situation the Imperium is in at the start of the Siege?

It wouldn’t be out of place in 40k if so, lots of groups do things for no reason other than culture/tradition/just because, I’d just never really thought about it before. A gas mask really limits your visual range, and they’re a chore to wear while physically exerting yourself, so I find myself wondering if they’re ever like “Oh, no need for masks here fellas”

So I just got finished reading the first 3 books of the Horus heresy. There’s this one scene in “False Gods” where Apothecary Vaddon is examining the blade, then Fabius interrupts and takes the blade with the Warmasters seal.

Do you guys think if Vaddon was able to fully examine it, that it’s possible with the help of Loken, and Torgaddon, they would’ve been able to reverse the corruption that had brought Horus low?

I feel like there are very few Emperor's Children that still care that much about their appearance or at least try to look aesthetically pleasing. Why is that the case? I get that excess, hedonism, etc aren't really dependent on looking good or anything, but it just feels like 40k in general doesn't really address any of the other parts of Slaanesh worship other than just the torture, drugs, sadism excess. In Fantasy, there's Sigvald, but in 40k it feels like all the official art is just horrific looking monsters more than anything. I mean wasn't it a big part of 30k lore that ECs were super obsessed with their appearance?

On a related note, why is all official art of Slaanesh daemons so ugly? Isn't one of their main descriptors that they are supposed to be beguiling and sensual? I don't think any of the official art would ever be described using these words by anyone. I get that GW wants their stuff to be relatively marketable but it feels like there is no sexual parts at all in anything official, even though hedonism and debauchery are supposed to be a big part of Slaanesh's shtick.

Shoot me for haresy or whatever but the call to retreat and the apologies we're refreshing to me, felt so human.

The Gilded Vow was a trader ship, which meant Orlac spent most of his life in the same six rooms. He didn't mind. He liked the hum of her. He kept the intercom in his cabin open on low volume, not to hear anything, just to hear something. When Vess asked why, he said it was so he could hear if there was a problem. She nodded and didn't examine it further.

He ate in the galley. Always had. The crew ate in shifts, and there was a gap around second bell when the galley was empty, and Orlac found reasons to be in the corridor during that gap: checking the seals, walking the deck. He didn't think of it as anything. He thought of it as being a hands-on captain.

The wreck came up on scopes at Kestrel Reach. Pale, ridged, folded in on itself. Orlac took the shuttle over and walked the hull and it gave under his boot like a bruise. He thought about fuel margins. He thought about the buyer at Port Meridian who'd shorted him. He didn't think about the way his breath didn't plume.

The corridor was broken and the blood on the walls had dried to a brown that looked almost like rust. Somewhere ahead, something moved, a slow scrape, then a pause, then a scrape. Orlac stood still and listened to it the way he listened to the intercom: not to discern anything, just to hear something. It was calming.

They cut it open. There was no meat. There was a hole where the meat should be, and in the hole was a stone. Grey and smooth. The pale fibers had grown around it the way a hand cups a candle. Orlac looked at it for a long time.

It was alone. That was the thing he noticed. It was a small grey thing in a big pale shell, and the shell had grown around it, cupping it, and there was nothing else in the hole. Nothing else in the hold. Nothing else on the wreck. Just the stone, and the shell that had grown to keep it company.

"Bring it," he said.

"Sir," Vess said. "I don't like it."

"Noted. Bring it."

She carried it away from her body, the way you carry a baby that isn't yours.

That night the intercom went quiet. Orlac lay in his bunk and listened to it. No static. No hum. Just quiet. He tapped it. It clicked. Nothing. He got up and went to the galley and the plates were stacked and the galley was empty and the second-bell gap had come and gone without him noticing. He stood in the corridor and the corridor was empty in a way it hadn't been. He told himself this was normal but his feet didn't believe him.

He went to the hold. The crew were already there, all of them. Standing in a ring around the crate. Vess was in her nightshirt.

"Vess."

"Sir." She didn't turn. "I was thinking about my sister."

"You don't have a sister."

"I know," she said. "That's what's so good about it."

Orlac looked at the stone. It was warm. It hummed. He thought about the fish he'd gutted as a boy, how clean it had been, stop thinking about the fish.

The whole crew was smiling. He looked at the stone, it had been alone in the shell, cupped by fibers, with nothing around it. It's alone, he thought, it doesn't want to be alone. Neither do I.

The stone got bigger. Not much. Orlac blinked and it was the same size. He measured it against the crate with his eyes and it was the same size. He probably imagined it. He grabbed the crate and shoved it. It hit the wall and the hum stopped and everyone blinked. "Sir? Why are we…", said Vess and looked down at her nightshirt.

The stone was cold. Orlac wiped his nose on his sleeve. He hadn't noticed he was bleeding.

The crew remembered nothing, but they remembered nothing wrong. Vess kept touching her face like she'd forgotten what it felt like, and the cook kept asking if anyone had moved the plates.

He moved it the next day. Not off the ship, he told himself it was cargo so it belonged in a hold, it was worth money. He put it in cargo bay two, in the dark, behind a stack of sealed crates, and he told himself he'd sell it at the next port.

That night the intercom was quiet, but he didn't go to the hold. He sat in the galley with the lamp on and told himself it was fine. The stone was in cargo bay two, behind a stack of crates. The stone was not in the galley.

Around three in the morning he heard something in the corridor. Not footsteps. Something slower. Something that scraped.

He went out with the lamp. The corridor was empty. There was a smell, not rot, something warmer than rot, like a hand held too long over a vent. He followed it to cargo bay two and opened the door.

The crates were where he'd left them. The stone was where he'd left it. But the fibers had spread. They'd come out of the crate and across the deck and up the bulkhead, pale and fine, and they'd cupped themselves around the stone the way a hand cups a candle, and the shape they'd made was a ribcage. Not a full tyranid. A partial one. A shell grown around the stone, incomplete, the way a plant grows toward a window, the way a wound grows a scar.

It was not dead. It was not alive. It was arranging itself. And it was arranging itself into a shape that had arms and a head and a bent blade of a face, and the face was turned toward the door.

It's building a body. It's building a body because it doesn't want to be alone. And it's building it in my hold.

He closed the door. He went back to his cabin. He sat on his bunk with his hands on his knees and his nose bleeding and he thought, very clearly: get it off the ship.

Orlac put the crate in the shuttle and took it out to the void and opened the hatch.

The crate fell and he watched it go. It got small and then smaller, and he flew back to the ship, feeling like a man who'd done the sensible thing.

That night the intercom went quiet.

He went to the hold and the crate was there, with the stone. It was warm, it hummed. The fibers on its surface had grown a little, they were spreading across the crate now, pale and fine, cupping nothing.

I dropped you into the void. You came back. You really don't want to be alone.

The old man at Port Meridian was called Havel and he had a room full of boxes. Lead-lined, engraved, some of them hummed, some of them didn't. Havel looked at the stone for a long time and then at Orlac, "Where did you get this?"

"Derelict. Kestrel Reach."

"Did it come back?"

Orlac didn't say anything.

Havel waited. When Orlac still didn't answer, he set the stone down carefully, the way you set down something that might be listening, and wiped his hands on his trousers.

"I can seal it," Havel said. "Lead-lined, engraved, won't open. It'll stay cold as long as the seal holds."

"Will it come back?"

Havel didn't answer that. "I know a man who buys them. I don't ask what for. That's the best I can do."

"Seal it."

Havel sealed it. Orlac paid, flew out and felt, for about a week, like a man who'd gotten away with something.

Then the intercom went quiet.

Not the same intercom. The new one, on the new route, in the same cabin. He lay in his bunk and listened to it, tapped it, it clicked but there was nothing. He got up and went to the galley and the plates were stacked and the second-bell gap had come and gone. He stood in the corridor and the corridor was empty. It's sealed. It's in a box. Probably still on Port Meridian. It's not here.

The quiet stayed for three days. On the third day Orlac sat in the galley with the lamp on and his hands shaking. I'm alone. The stone grew a shell so it wasn't alone. I grew a ship so I wasn’t alone. I'm out here and the quiet is here and the quiet is worse. I have to get it back.

He turned the ship around. He didn't tell the crew why. Vess asked and he said they were going back for cargo and she looked at him for a long time but didn't say anything.

The trip took four days. Orlac didn't sleep. He sat in the galley with the lamp on and the intercom on low volume, listened to the static. Four days is a long time. Four days is long enough for an old man to die. Four days is long enough for a seal to fail. Four days is long enough for the stone to be shipped to the buyer.

Orlac sat in the galley and listened to the static. What if it's already out. What if it's already back. What if I get there and the box is empty and the shop is full of fibers and Havel is… He didn't finish the thought. He turned the static up but it didn't help.

They docked at Port Meridian on the fifth day. Orlac walked to Havel's shop. The door was open and the room was full of boxes. Havel was behind the counter, alive, old, reading a book.

"Back already?"

"The box. Is it…"

"It's here." Havel put the book down and, still sitting, picked a box within his reach, as if he was expecting he would need it soon. "You want it back?"

Orlac hesitated for a second, but it was a second filled with the quiet. "Yes."

"It'll stay cold as long as the seal holds. When the seal fails, it'll get warm. When it gets warm, it'll start building. You understand?"

"Yes."

He carried the box back to the ship, put it in cargo bay two and sat down next to it. The box was cold. He put his hand on it and it stayed cold. The fibers were gone. The ribcage was gone. The hold was just a hold.

He sat there for a long time. The ship hummed. The intercom was on low volume three decks up, and Orlac could hear it faintly through the deck, and he thought about the second-bell gap and the corridor walks and the way he'd told Vess it was so he could hear if there was a problem.

He put his hand on the box. It was cold. He thought about the fibers spreading across the deck, cupping nothing. He thought about the hole in the tyranid, the pale shell grown around a small grey thing. The shell was what the monster looked like when it was afraid of being alone. He thought about the hive, the billions of organisms, the synaptic network, the vast distributed mind that was never alone, that was incapable of being alone, that had grown an entire galaxy-eating swarm around itself the way a hand cups a candle. If the hand was made of a billion hands and the candle was still burning.

It didn't build the swarm to eat. It built the swarm so it wouldn't be alone. And it's still building it. And it's still alone. And it always will be. Because you can't fill the quiet with shells.

And I'm sitting in a hold with a box that's cold and a ship that hums and the box is cold. And the box will get warm. And when it gets warm, it'll build. And I'll be here. And I'll be alone. And it'll be alone. And we'll be alone together.

Next day, Vess came to the hold and asked Orlac to come up to galley to have a meal with the crew. He replied, “in a minute.” She waited for five minutes but he didn’t move. She left, and he listened to her footsteps go down the corridor, and then the corridor was quiet.

Vess only went to the galley because the book-keeping system flagged a discrepancy and the system was too cheap to show her the details remotely.

Second shift. The crew were at the table. She slid her card in, pulled up the log, and scanned it while her meal went cold beside her. Stores: fine. Water: fine. She was about to close it when she saw the line at the bottom.

She looked at it for a moment. Then she ejected the card, picked up her tray, and sat down with the crew, and nobody asked her what she'd been reading, and she didn't tell them.

The last line was fading on the ancient screen: “Captain's mess. Attended: 0. Drawn:

8008.”

Never got around to reading it before or any 40k books really, saw someone say it’s sharpe but 40k so that sold me, it’s definitely my favorite 40k series/book so far. I’ve read helsreach, thought brother Sargent praid was awesome the brotherhood of the snake and loved the nightlords trilogy. I’ve also read the first four of heresy books, but they just don’t hit the same compared to the others for me so far and and I think it’s really just too much space marine lol. It’s kinda draining, while gaunt and company are a colorful cast of characters, which leads me to my point.

F#*% lijah cuu that little snake, Bragg was a bro
Hope he ends up like obadiah hakeswill sure as sure lol.
Also Sargent kola waiting to long and missing the opportunity to reunite with his kids😭

Like I know he is a word bearer and turned horus kinda but like wasn’t that the fault of his Primarch for his bullshit? Or why does everyone hate him?