Chapters (51)
- Suggested Reading Order
- Title Page
- Warhammer 40,000
- Introduction
- PESTILENCE
- MASTER IMUS’ TRANSGRESSION
- REGIA OCCULTA
- MISSING IN ACTION
- BACKCLOTH FOR A CROWN ADDITIONAL
- THE STRANGE DEMISE OF TITUS ENDOR
- THE CURIOSITY
- PLAYING PATIENCE
- THORN WISHES TALON
- GARDENS OF TYCHO
- THE KEELER IMAGE
- PERIHELION
- THE MAGOS
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Chronology
- About the Author
- A Black Library Publication
- Cover
While the stories here run in roughly chronological order, I have deliberately spaced a couple out to provide variety and contrast. For purists, I have written up a chronology to show the order in which they happen and how they relate to the novels of the Inquisitor cycle. But that’s just the order in which they took place, not the order in which they are best read.
I hope you enjoy this unexpected addition to the Eisenhorn canon. If you’ve read Pariah, you’ll know what happens next, but there are still some major surprises in here. The Magos is not a ‘disposable’ story. Pretty darn big things happen in it, things that have an unanticipated impact on Gregor Eisenhorn.
They certainly came as a surprise to me.
Dan Abnett
Maidstone, August 2017
PESTILENCE
PESTILENCE
The Archenemy infects this universe. If we do not pause to fight that infection here, within our own selves, what purpose is there in taking our fight to the stars?
– Apothecary Engane,
from his Treatise on Imperial Medicine
I
It is my belief that memory is the finest faculty we as a species possess. Through the function of memory, we are able to gather, hone and transmit all manner of knowledge for the benefit of mankind, and the endless glory of our God-Emperor, may the Golden Throne endure forever more!
To forget a mistake is to be defeated a second time, so we are taught in the sermons of Thor. How may a great leader plan his campaign without memory of those battles won and lost before? How may his soldiers absorb his teaching and improve without that gift? How may the Ecclesiarchy disseminate its message to the universal populace without that populace holding the teachings in memory? What are scholars, clerks, historians or chroniclers but agencies of memory?
And what is forgetfulness but the overthrow of memory, the ruination of precious knowledge, and an abhorrence?
I have, in the service of His Exalted Majesty the Emperor of Terra, waged war upon that abhorrence all my life. I strive to locate things forgotten and return them to the custody of memory. I am a scrabbler in dark places, an illuminator of shadows, a turner of long unturned pages, an asker of questions that have lapsed, forever hunting for answers that would otherwise have remained unvoiced. I am a recollector, prising lost secrets from the taciturn universe and returning them to the safe fold of memory, where they might again improve our lot among the outflung stars.