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A COMMON GROUND
A short story by Mike Brooks

THE PATH UNCLEAR
A short story by Mike Brooks

WANTED: DEAD
A Necromunda novella by Mike Brooks

BLACKSTONE FORTRESS
A novel by Darius Hinks

• DARK IMPERIUM •
by Guy Haley
BOOK 1: DARK IMPERIUM
BOOK 2: PLAGUE WAR

WATCHERS OF THE THRONE: THE EMPEROR’S LEGION
A novel by Chris Wraight

• VAULTS OF TERRA •
by Chris Wraight
BOOK 1: THE CARRION THRONE
BOOK 2: THE HOLLOW MOUNTAIN

• THE HORUSIAN WARS •
by John French
BOOK 1: RESURRECTION
BOOK 2: INCARNATION

SPEAR OF THE EMPEROR
A novel by Aaron Demsbki-Bowden

Warhammer 40,000

It is the 41st millennium. 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 will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of His inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that He may never truly die.

Yet even in His deathless state, the Emperor continues His eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor’s will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst His soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Astra Militarum and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants – and worse.

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. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. 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.

Warp Shock

Warp Shock

They were forty-seven hours out of Necromunda when the warp shock took hold.