Chapters (37)
- Cover
- Backlist
- The Horus Heresy: Siege of Terra
- Dramatis Personae
- PART ONE
- The Warp
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- PART TWO
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- The Warp
- PART THREE
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- The Warp
- Afterword
- Special Thanks
- About the Author
- An Extract from ‘The Buried Dagger’
- A Black Library Publication
‘I understand you have a story… I’d like to remember it, for posterity.’
‘Which story?’”
John French
Nottingham
October 2018
Special Thanks
SPECIAL THANKS
There are too many people to thank, but in particular thanks to Liz French for her love and understanding, to Ead Brown, for his friendship and steady presence, to Laurie Goulding, for those early chats, to Alan Bligh, for all the ideas left in memory, to Aaron Dembski-Bowden, for insight and clarity delivered at the perfect time, to Lindsey Priestley, for notes and thoughts, to Rachel Harrison, for amazing art direction, to Karen Miksza and Abigail Harvey, for making my mistakes appear as though they never were, to Neil Roberts, for that cover.
And lastly, but most importantly in my eyes, thank you to Nick Kyme, for the chance, for his faith in me, and for helping me cross the finish line. Thank you, my friend.
About the Author
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
John French is the author of several Horus Heresy stories including the novels Praetorian of Dorn, Tallarn and Slaves to Darkness, the novella The Crimson Fist, and the audio dramas Dark Compliance, Templar and Warmaster. For Warhammer 40,000 he has written Resurrection and Incarnation for The Horusian Wars and two tie-in audio dramas – the Scribe award-winning Agent of the Throne: Blood and Lies and Agent of the Throne: Truth and Dreams. John has also written the Ahriman series and many short stories.
An Extract from ‘The Buried Dagger’
An extract from The Buried Dagger.
The frosts always came in the dead of night, despite the best efforts of the Imperial Palace’s weather management systems. They were gone by dawn, so few but those who patrolled the Eagle’s Highway would ever have seen the way the thin patina of ice shone on the dark antipode marble, as it caught the light of ships passing along the sky-corridors above. In the past, many who came to the Emperor’s earthly domain observed the highway from a distance and thought it to be a purely ornamental feature. It stood so far up above the Precinct and the great towers of the Inner Palace that it seemed to float there, a ribbon of stone drifting in low clouds, defying crude gravity by the sheer beauty and wonder of its existence. It was a minor glory among the magnificence of the Terran capital, but a glory nevertheless.