Guy Haley

The Bloodletters of Khorne were rangy things, all bone and ropey muscle, no space within them for organs. The false god of war had no need for them to eat or breathe, or to give the semblance of being able to do so. They were made only to kill, and to strike fear in the hearts of those they faced. Their waists were solid, and slender, and easily encompassed by Messinius’ power fist. It squirmed in his grip, throwing Messinius’ arm about. Servo motors in his joints locked, s

What use the weapon forged without the hand to wield it? It needs more than a mighty weapon to make a mighty warrior! Even if the metal is strong, how shall it prevail if the flesh that bears it is unready?

doubt is the first chink in the armour of righteousness.

It is by faith that men prove themselves,’ he said. ‘It is through trust that men are made brothers.

It is easier to understand the tests the enemy places before us than those posed by a friend.

There is no glory in luck,