"William King - Deathwing" - читать интересную книгу автора (King William)

++Priority Transmission: Coding/Delta/Rouge++
++Recipient: Loyal Imperial Commanders – as designated
by Commissariat, The Librarius Staff, Inquisitor Baptiste
& Canoness Arrea.++
++Subject: Traitors and Executions++
++Author: [Rus]Incubus – Scrivenor-in-attendance to
Inquisitor Nikolay Vinogradov++
++Thought for the Day: To cheat is both cowardly and
dishonourable++




Attention all loyal citizens of the Imperium!!!
Scanning of sacred books is a mortal sin!
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Whispered by Tzeentch, Lord of Hidden Knowledge.
Inspired by Slaanesh, Master of Forbidden Pleasures.
Resist foul machinations of the Dark Gods and buy
books from the Black Library.
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Thought of the Day: All traitors will be executed
without mercy and compassion!
Inquisition are watching YOU!



By William King
Chapter I
Cloud Runner gazed on the wreckage of his home and felt like weeping. He closed his eyes and took three breaths, but
when he looked again nothing had changed. He turned back towards the dropship Deathwing. Weasel-Fierce had just
descended from the ramp. He gazed round ferally at what once had been Cloud Runner's village and brought his storm
Bolter into attack position. A grin split his skull-White face. "Dark Angels, be wary. Death has walked here," he said.
The sun glistened off Weasel-Fierce's black Terminator armour. With his white hair and y-shaped scar-tattoos, he
looked like the Eater of Bones come back to claim the world.




Cloud Runner shook his head in disbelief. For two hundred years he had held the memory of this place in his mind.
Although the Chapter was his home and the Battle Brothers were his family, he had always felt his spirit would return
here when the Emperor granted him rest. He glanced in the direction of the burial mounds. They had been broken
open. He made his way to the entrance. He could see that the bones had been broken and mangled. It was a
blasphemy that only the bitterest of foes would perform. It marked the ending of his clan. "The ghosts of my ancestors
wander homeless." he said. "They will become drinkers of blood and eaters of excrement. My clan is dishonoured." He
felt a heavy, gauntleted hand on his shoulder and turned to see Lame Bear gazing down on him. Two centuries ago
Cloud Runner and he had belonged to enemy clans. Now the clansmen who they had fought alongside were dead, and
the old rivalry had long ago become fast friendship.

"The Dark Angels are your people now." said Lame Bear in his soft voice. 'If necessary we will avenge this dishonour"