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"'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.'"

Title: Running Down a Dream

"Torgaddon felt something inside him die at the thought of betraying his friend. His heart broke at making a choice between Loken and the Sons of Horus, but no sooner had the thought surfaced than he knew what he had to do. He sheathed his combat knife and said, 'If betrayal and murder is needed to save the Legion then perhaps it does not deserve to survive! Garviel Loken is our brother and you would betray his honour like this? I spit on you for even thinking it.'"

"Ferrus Manus was not renowned for his beauty. He did not haunt the dreams of men in the way of Fulgrim or Sanguinius or Horus, but he was beautiful, as a charnabal sabre or a hand-wrought suit of armour could be beautiful. Akurduana saw now why Fulgrim loved this Gorgon so, and why that love was reciprocated so fiercely. He was perfect, perfect in every way."

"The wing commander looked up at Moses. 'You are about to fraternise, and you are going to enjoy it. That's an order.' 'What do you have in mind?' Moses had come up with all manner of theories on the sorts of activities that the Emperor's Children might consider diverting. None of them good.

"'And not so belligerent with the stick. She wants to fly, brother. Let her.' 'I have a solid grounding in all Imperial aeronautica.' 'But do you love her, brother?' 'My feelings are inconsequential. And my aircraft is agendered.'"

"'We were Talskar, that was the origin of it,' the Khan said. For some reason, sitting there in the presence of this dazzling, ethereal, presence, he felt there should be some explanation. 'Our livery now, as it was on Chogoris, is white. They misheard the first, they observed the second. Their words, not ours.' Sanguinius shrugged. 'We're all made into images for them. That is our purpose, you might say.' He leaned forwards conspiratorially. 'And between you and me...' he flashed his impossibly handsome smile, 'I am not really an angel.' The Khan laughed at last."

"When he reached the dead ork he took out his main knife, a partly serrated blade of black steel he'd lifted from a dead Catachan, who'd said moments before that Rastus would only get the knife over her dead body. In the event, it was under her dead body - he shot her in the back so she fell forward."

"The Khan stared at it. A kind of possessiveness lit his features. He looked at the starship like he were looking at a prize stallion, or at a guarded citadel ripe for the taking."

"'And don't get me started on the Lion.' 'Of the Dark Angels? His is the First Legion is it not?' 'It is,' replied Horus, 'and doesn't he just love to remind everyone of that. I could see in his eyes that he thought he should have been Warmaster because his Legion was the first. Did you know he'd grown up living like an animal in the wilds, little better than a feral savage? I ask you, is that the sort of man you want as your Warmaster?' 'No it's not,' said Horus, answering his own question."

"The Mournival hovered like expectant fathers as the Apothecaries worked harder than they had ever worked before."

"The Lion had managed to frame events in a manner that credited the people of Avalus for resisting against an enemy that had beaten Camarth, yet also highlighted the determination of the Camarthans to recover from such a disaster. He might not have been gifted with the same skills of diplomacy as some of his brothers, but I had already noted this change in him during our time on Camarth."