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"[Vorx] sees a Little Lord plop down from a fizzing cluster of cabling. It shrieks as it splats on the deck, and he gathers it up carefully. It coos at him, and then nuzzles into the crutch of his elbow, snickering needle-teeth."

"However, of all my brothers, there was one whom I hoped most desperately to meet. Although I had felt kinship of a sort when I had laid eyes on those found so far - all without their knowledge - I had not yet discovered the one whose soul I could feel was bonded to my own. It seemed a strange notion but I knew, with a certainty that outstripped virtually everything else, that somewhere in the galaxy there existed a brother with whom I could and would share everything."

"[Fulgrim's] sole concession to practicality was the blade belted low on his waist. One hand rested on its pommel, and a finger traced the wires wrapped tight about the hilt. A gift, that blade. A sign of love, forged in respect. He treasured it above all else, save his own certainty. The blade and what it meant were signs that he was on the right path. That he had not turned his back on destiny, but rather embraced it."

"All these challenges, however, were outweighed by the fact that the Grey Knights are just so cool."

"For Numeon, the second of Vulkan's arrival seared itself forever into his consciousness. Though the pause in the struggle was momentary, the moment would, in his memory, stretch to eternity, the war frozen forever. He stared at Vulkan, overcome with the awe and gratitude of one knelt before a revealed truth. [...] Numeon's instinct was to bend the knee to his primarch. He did not even have to think, for that was surely who Vulkan was."

"Seraphax reached out and took hold of the back of Baelor's neck. Baelor bent forward slightly, and Seraphax touched his lips to Baelor's forehead. Just like all the other times, the fire did not burn him."

"The Lion is not incapable of considering the thoughts and feelings of others, but it takes him conscious effort. [...] 'Father, why did you create us so? So... incomplete'?' he mutters, acutely aware once again of his own shortcomings. 'I am a weapon, only of use within the structure you had already forged."

"But it was done. Loken and Torgaddon were dead. He had thought to feel savage joy at the idea, but instead he felt only emptiness, a strange void that yawned in his soul like a vessel that could never be filled. Abaddon dismissed the thought and spoke into the vox. 'Warmaster,' he said, 'it is over.' 'What have we done, Ezekyle?' whispered Aximand. 'What needed to be done,' said Abaddon. 'The Warmaster ordered it and we obeyed.' 'They were our brothers,' said Aximand and Abaddon was astonished to find tears spilling down his brother's cheeks."

"Here and there [Saul] saw squad markings he recognised and had to fight the ingrained urge to call out to them. But these warriors were the enemy and there would be no brotherly embrace or comradely welcome were they to discover him."

"From the head of the Dies Irae, the Death Guard looked like a swarm of beetles, with the carapaces of their power armour scuttling through the trenches."

Can't believe I'm getting warhammered right now. Like, I generally know the vague story of more popular characters as I go into the books, definitely have scanned their wiki articles before, and obviously, considering the franchise it is, I expect lots of them to die brutal deaths.

"'Angron has his share of trophies too,' said Khârn, 'but only from the foes that deserve to be remembered.' 'Should we not remember them all?' 'No,' said Khârn firmly. 'There is nothing to gain from knowing your enemy. The only thing that matters is that they are to be destroyed. Everything else is just a distraction.'"

Title: The Sharpest Point

"Borghal's eyes narrrowed. 'It was done to hasten victory. We were already too slow.' 'This obsession again.'"