#david guymer

‘What more must I give?’ The question echoed back to him from the stirring Ocean. The seeker was learned enough to recognise the challenge for what it was, unwise enough to accept it as given. ‘Anything!’ he replied. ‘I would give anything for this knowledge!’ Thunder rolled across the Ocean. ‘Granted,’ it said. Pain welled up from the position of his right eye, and he screamed, drawing his hand to his face, but immediately after the pain came knowledge. The slow burn of understanding. He gasped in wonder, and the Ocean responded, although not as the usual, passive mirror of his joy. He did not understand it, but past, present and future were all one place in the Great Ocean. Even in the throes of enlightenment, on some level he knew – it was a question that would plague him forevermore From: the sixth cult of the denied, david guymer (in blood of the emperor)

Magnus sat back, his hands coming together into an anjali mudra. It was a brief note, a single, silent character of applause, before he steepled his fingers and set them across his lips. The Magisters Templi had become phantoms in the high seating. Even Amon had become a dim shade beside the primarch’s coronal grandeur. Stare too long into the light and even the eye of a Thousand Sons legionary could be blinded. Magnus the Red was such a light. From: The Sixth cult of the Denied, David Guymer (in Blood of the Emperor)

‘You were right, my son,’ said Magnus. ‘I am not all-knowing, and nor am I all-seeing. But there is much that I do see, and much more that I know. You are not here to share your discoveries. You are here to account for them.’ From: The sixth cult of the denied, david guymer