Alpharius wrote:At the end of this video:




Dan mentions that he's already mentioned the title of his next HH series book... but he won't do it again, for fear of doing something he wasn't supposed to!

Even though he already has!

Anyone know what he's talking about?

He also mentions that it is going to be unexpected, surprising and, yes, Awesomesauce!

Help me out!

Death By Monkeys wrote:Man, I hope it's better than Rynn's World. Being a long-time CF fan, I picked it up to help motivate me to finish painting my CF army. Instead, it was pretty de-motivational. By the time I finished, not only was I not interested in painting my CF, I was ready to start playing Warmachine.

Pyroriffic wrote:God, I love Hardy Fowler's Space Marines.

reds8n wrote:
...Wulfrik and Warrior Priest both great.

BrookM wrote:Just finished Dead Men Walking and meh, just meh. For a book about the Death Korps there is quite a lack of Death Korps. While sure, they are made to be distant and inhuman, this was going a bit too far by hardly mentioning them.

reds8n wrote:I liked the stuff about how the DKoK and co. were ordered to try and throw away their weapons when they got shot,a s they're harder to replace/more valuable than the men.

BrookM wrote:If anything, DMW was a story about the locals. What a sad pile that was, depressing to say at the very least. The Necrons were very much overpowered, turning them into something of a cliché in my eyes. But it was interesting to see that they weren't actively hunting down everybody they came across.

Excusive Age of Darkness Extract; God King Tour Dates
For today’s treat, we’ve an extract from Rob Sanders’ Iron Within, which features in the forthcoming Horus Heresy anthology, Age of Darkness.




I was there. On that tiny world, in a forgotten system, in a distant corner of the galaxy: where a mighty blow was struck against the renegade Warmaster and his alliance of the lost and damned. There, on Lesser Damantyne. I was among the few, who stood against many. The brother who spilled his brothers’ blood. The son who betrayed his wayward father’s word. And that word was… heresy.

For a bloody day, beyond an Ancient Terran year we fought. Olympians all. Iron Warriors answering the call of their Primarch and Emperor. The cold eyes of both watching from afar. Judging. Expecting. Willing their Iron Warriors on like absentee gods drawn to mortal plight by the reek of battle: the unmistakable stench of blood and burning.

I was there when Warsmith Krendl visited upon us a swarm of Stormbirds. Disgorged from the fat cruiser Benthos and heavily-laden with troops and ordnance, the aircraft blotted out the stars and fell upon our world like a flock of winged thunderbolts. Blasting through the thick cloud of Damantyne’s hostile surface, the Stormbirds would have rocketed through the cave systems and disgorged their own brand of horror on our readying position. Warsmith Dantioch had ordered the Orphic Gate collapsed mere hours before, however, and all the flock found there was rock and destruction, as, one after another, they struck the planet surface.

I was there when the mighty god machines of the Legio Argentum, denied entrance to the gate also, had to stride through the acid hellstorms of Lesser Damantyne. Like blind, tormented behemoths they tumbled and crashed through the squalls and cyclones, their armoured shells rust-riddled and giant automotive systems eaten away. The infamous Omnia Victrum, the sunder of a hundred worlds, was one of three flash-flayed war machines that managed to stumble to a sinkhole colossal enough to admit their dimensions. And there the screaming hordes that crewed the god machines were confronted with the unfathomable labyrinth of the planet’s gargantuan cave system and the reality that they might be lost for eternity in the deep and the dark.

I was there when Warsmith Dantioch ordered the giant ground-pumps to life and the lake of crude promethium burst its banks, flooding the floor of our huge cavern-home with a raging, black ichor. I watched as the Nadir-Maru 4th Juntarians and more bombardment cannon than a man could count were drowned in a deluge of oil and death. I roared my dismay as columns of my traitor brethren marched on the pumps through the settling shallows, to sabotage the great machinery. I roared my delight when my Warsmith ordered the slick surface of the crude promethium ignited about them. A blaze so bright that it not only roasted the Iron Warriors within their plate but brought light to the cavern the depths had never known.

I was on the Schadenhold’s battlements as our own cannon and artillery placements reduced Warsmith Krendl’s reserve Stormbirds to fireballs of wreckage. I saw the small armies they landed on our keeps and towers fall to their deaths like rain from our inverse architecture. I fought with the Sons of Dantioch – genebred hulks of monstrous proportion – as they tore 4th Juntarians limb from limb in the killzones and courtyards. I walked amongst Colonel Kruishank’s Ninth–Ward Angeloi Adamantiphracts as their disciplined lasfire lit up the ramparts and cut their traitor opposites to smouldering shreds. I looked down on a fortress swamped in carnage, where you could not walk for bodies and could not breathe for blood that lay hanging in the air like a murderous fog.

Finally, I fought in the tight corridors and dread architecture of the Warsmith’s design. Took life on an obscene scale, face to face with my Iron Warrior brethren. Murdered in the Emperor’s name and matched the cold certainty of my brothers’ desire. Killed with the same chill logic and fire in my belly as my enemy had for me. Measured my might in the blood of traitors whose might should have measured my own. I was there. In the Schadenhold. On Lesser Damantyne. Where few stood against many and, amongst the fratricidal nightmare of battle, brothers bled and heresy found its form.







We announced last week that Graham McNeill will be touring the UK with his latest release, God King, in January. Here’s a breakdown of where and when Graham will be.


Date Time Location
Saturday 8th January
11am - 2pm
Games Workshop Glasgow

Sunday 9th January
1pm - 4pm
Games Workshop Edinburgh

Saturday 22nd January
10am - Noon
Games Workshop Manchester

Saturday 22nd January
3pm - 5pm
Games Workshop Birmingham

reds8n wrote:

"The Harlequin man" Zephro Carnelian, he's the one I'm thinking of, but I'm not sure if he had a coat like that or not.

BrookM wrote:Just finished listening to Throne of Lies for the fourth time. All I can say is.. yes! Best audio drama to date.

One question though, Throne of Lies comes right after Soul Hunter, where does the short story The Core fit into this? Is this a sequel to the yet to be released Blood Reaver?

skrulnik wrote:

BrookM wrote:Just finished listening to Throne of Lies for the fourth time. All I can say is.. yes! Best audio drama to date.

One question though, Throne of Lies comes right after Soul Hunter, where does the short story The Core fit into this? Is this a sequel to the yet to be released Blood Reaver?

The Core is set after Blood Reaver.

First Look: Hammer & Anvil Cover Art
Here’s a first look at Hardy Fowler’s artwork for Hammer & Anvil. The detail in the face (check out those eyes) and on the armour is phenomenal. Hammer & Anvil is James Swallow’s follow up to Faith & Fire.