I watch it turn on the wind. My mind can feel every particle of it, can taste the bone, metal and flesh that it once was. I can hear the dead in the dust’s soft touch. For a second I think I recognise a voice, but then it becomes just the soft rattle of dust against my armour. The sun is setting....
To arrive is to leave.’ – words inscribed within the Temple of the Corvidae These words are not written to be read. They are written so that something will remain, so that I may still remember something of my life when memory fades and flesh becomes dust. It has not been a kind life. I do not say...
Self Apocalypse: The Beginning Chapter Ten The Decision “For the Lamb which is inthe midst of the throne shallfeed them, and shall lead themunto living fountains of waters:and God shall wipe away alltears from their eyes.”-Revelation 7:17 Snow blanketed land and nearly reached the bottom of the...
They were all staring at him. Thidias stood by the wall, his hands across his chest, his weapons locked to the thighplates of his armour. Carmenta stood in the corner, a still shadow in her ragged black robe. Kadin sat on a thick pipe, watching Ahriman out of the side of his eyes. A purple bruise...
Pity those who reach its end, and see at last what they were seeking’ – Malcador the Sigillite, Admonitions to the Solar Lords I am a follower who followed his lord. My lord was Ahriman, and I am Ctesias. These are the stories of my time in his service, laid down in words ...
‘Tell me what you remember,’ said the inquisitor. Astraeos did not speak. In his mind he saw his brothers firing from parapets, the light of their burning home staining their armour. Silver-grey warriors walked through burning halls, haloed by warp light, cutting down all ...