Quotes from Aaron Dembski-Bowden

And in a sunless realm, the sun rose at last.

Though the gates that stand between the mortal world and the immortal Realm of Chaos are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I embraced life without fear

After thirty thousand years, warfare had come full circle. The sheer scale of humanity's conflicts disregarded the corrupt reliance on automation as seen in the Dark Age of Technology. Mankind was back down to swords beating against shields and men entrenched with their rifles, where the gods of myth were Titan war machines and Baneblade tanks.

So be it.' She faded into silence. I could feel what she wanted to say. She wished to apologise for letting her anger get the better of her, and for sending us here to die, but the word 'sorry' was too alien to an inquisitor's tongue. 'Hyperion?' +Mistress?+ 'Hiljah kah uhtganjen mev tarvahettan.' My laughter carried over the vox. Greet the end with courage. Fenrisian poetry at its blunt best.

Let me not die unremembered

There is a saying, drawn from the ages of Old Earth and written by a council of Ancient Merican kings, that all men were created equal. I'd often wondered if the words sounded as false and idealistic to those men's ears as they did to mine. Truly, humanity has an infinite capacity for self-deception.

Lorgar wore nothing but a loincloth of coarse weave, leaving his immense but androgynously slender torso bare.

One of the strangest elements in travelling to other worlds is the way people smell. It isn't a matter of hygiene, simply a case of different foods, different oils and soaps for cleaning, meaning skin, hair, sweat and breath is always vastly different, world to world.

Is that so wrong?' he asked his closest advisors. 'Is it so wrong of me to walk the ways of a visionary, a seeker, rather than a simple soldier? What is it within my father that renders him so thirsty for blood? Why is destruction the answer to every question he is asked?' Kor Phaeron clutched Lorgar's shoulder tighter. 'Because, my son, he is gravely flawed. He is an imperfect god.

The concept of luck flew in the face of the Omnissiah's divine plan and was therefore a falsehood.

yet there walked a host of hunchbacked priests dressed in the flayed skin of their forefathers, swinging incense braziers and chanting prayers to the souls of those men and women who fought beneath the icons across the galaxy. The

The horde had the numbers to bring about the war's end, while the defenders only possessed the numbers to delay it – but the losses were going to be grotesque. Ulienne didn't want to die for the Emperor's stubbornness. She wanted to live, to see the Warmaster's ambitions come to fruition. She wanted the Imperium that Horus had promised. An empire for eternity. A kingdom of humanity that would never fall.

In my experience, you mon-keigh make a great many claims when it comes to your own prowess, awarding yourselves title after title, your psyches awash with the hope that such posturing will intimidate your foes." "Undeniably true, though that seems harsh criticism from a species that attaches poetic nonsense like" The Storm of Silence" and "The Cry of the Wind" to its demigods, no?

He did not answer, nor did he watch as I left. He was seeing Sigismund again, dwelling on replies he could never speak to a brother he had once admired and who had died despising him.

The Imperium is right, and that makes it mighty", so say our iterators, so the Word is written, and so shall it be. We succeed where every other human culture has failed. We rise where alien breeds fall. We defeat every solar empire or lonely world that refuses benevolent unity. What more evidence is needed that we, and we alone, walk the right path?

The only way to kill me was to welcome his own death, and he did it the moment the chance arose.

Glory is for those too weak to find inner strength, leaving them hollow parasites, feeding on the affection of even lesser man. Glory is for cowards, too afraid to let their names die.

music is the sound of emotion, expressed through art, from musician to audience.

Argel Tal often said that Fate had a vicious sense of humour. Khârn never doubted it for a second.

Victory comes,' Angron smiled, showing a crescent of bloody teeth, 'to the last man standing.'

Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.

Khaane, Tezen, Slanat and Narag

La diferencia que existe entre los dioses y los demonios depende sobre todo del lado en que uno se encuentre en ese momento.