Back Rites of Passage
Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Backlist
  3. Warhammer 40,000
  4. Warp Shock
  5. Shadow-Walker
  6. Gallimo
  7. Children of the Serpent
  8. Azariel’s Wake
  9. Pieces
  10. The Star Lounge
  11. Opening Doors
  12. Sea of Names
  13. Slipping the Leash
  14. Applying Pressure
  15. Into the Shadows
  16. In Absentia
  17. Preparations
  18. The Enemy Within
  19. The Emperor’s Ascension
  20. Shedding Light
  21. The Unmasking
  22. A Shot in the Dark
  23. The Holy Ordo
  24. Revealing the Serpents
  25. Escalation
  26. The Novator Cortex
  27. Descent Into Chaos
  28. The Smog Deeps
  29. Final Preparations
  30. Hunting for Witches
  31. Enlightenment
  32. For the Emperor
  33. The Lidless Stare
  34. Navigation
  35. A Matter of Honour
  36. Epilogue
  37. About the Author
  38. An Extract from ‘Lords and Tyrants’
  39. A Black Library Publication

Evelyn gave her one brief nod, then turned and ran. It was a limping, staggering run, but it served to get her out of sight before Alyssana Nero came around with a jerk, and a moan of pain as reality asserted itself in her consciousness once more.

‘Gah!’ Chetta gasped as one of Nero’s thrashing limbs caught her in the shoulder.

‘What happened?’ Nero demanded, fighting up to her knees and fumbling with her hellgun.

‘The witch must have had a trick left,’ Chetta gasped. ‘Took us both down. Not hard to do, in my case.’ She pawed at Nero’s side, trying to push her away. ‘Ngiri. She took a knife to the ribs, but she may still live. Go, see if you can help her.’

Nero staggered to her feet and made for her mistress. Chetta took a couple of breaths to compose herself, then, doing her best to ignore the stabbing pain in her upper chest, reached up to her comm-bead and keyed it to the highest broadcasting level she could.

‘This is the Lady Chettamandey, Novator of House Brobantis,’ she declared to the sky above her, free for the moment of the vox-blocking smog, thanks to the explosion of warp energy. ‘I am very much not dead, and will pay a reward of ten thousand ducats to the first person or persons who follow this signal and return my companions and me safely to Brobantis Palace.’ She paused, and glanced to her right.

‘In addition, if you can hear this, Judge Arctos, you may be interested to learn that I have killed Radimir Niklau…’

A Matter of Honour

A Matter of Honour

‘He was turned in by his own wife?’ Chetta asked. She was peering through a viewing slot into a stone cell, in which Jalamar Jo’Sin sat strapped to a bare metal chair. The temperature in the room was being gradually lowered. It didn’t look as though Jalamar’s scales were providing him with much protection from the elemental torture, judging by the shivering. Soon, his flesh would begin to freeze to the metal, at which point the questioners would enter. Scion of a powerful ­Navigator house or not, the Adeptus Arbites took a very dim view of Imperial citi­zens who hired sorcerers that destroyed entire planets.