![]() ‘Then speak it and begone.’ Lorgar reached for his crozius on the ground, and dragged it up from the ash. ‘Our father entrusted me to inform you of one last matter.’ He spoke as if no question had been asked. Guilliman breathed slowly, utterly unfazed. ‘Do you enjoy seeing my efforts reduced to ashes while our father favours you?’ Guilliman didn’t answer, but Lorgar wouldn’t back down. ‘Does it please you,’ the Word Bearer lord sneered, ‘to witness my shame?’ His gaze was locked on Guilliman, who returned it – passionless where Lorgar was inflamed. ![]() A shrug of his shoulders pushed Argel Tal and Xaphen aside, immediately forgotten.Įmotion flooded back into Lorgar’s eyes. ‘Guilliman,’ the primarch spoke his brother’s name with an envenomed tongue. (Bear in mind it’s still a draft, blah blah blah, usual jazz, blah blah blah, might change completely, blah blah fucking blah.) ![]() I figure this might be of interest to some people: The latter shows the Covenant of Blood’s raptors being assholes, which is something they excel at. The former shows the conclusion of a meeting between Lorgar and Roboute Guilliman, at a seriously key moment early in the novel. In the next Black Library Previews Catalogue (the one for September-December 2010), there are extracts from both The First Heretic and ‘The Core’, my Night Lords short story in Fear the Alien. ![]()
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