[Horus Heresy] Betrayer et Butcher's Nails de Aaron Dembski-Bowden

Mortarion a écrit:
Je pense qu'ils vont prendre le milieu de l'artwork, là où est centré l'action. À moins qu'ils prennent un autre artwork...

You can't help him. He's gone. Lost to the Nails. Kharn's already dead."

Argel Tal's wings lifted and spread, black-veined and bloody. He spoke in two voices: the man he'd been and the daemon he was becoming.

"It would be a grave mistake to believe I care about anything you have to say, Erebus. Spin your lies in other ears. I'm going to find my brother."

He gestured with his empty hand, and a misty image formed before both brothers. Magnus recognised it at once: a figure, armed with two heavy, brutal axes; armoured in the stylised bronze finery of a gladiator-king. The figure threw back its scarred head, roaring in silence to the sky. Cables thrashed from his skull: a mane of cybernetic dreadlocks. Most were plugged into the power feeds of his arm...our. As usual, several had torn free in the heat of battle.

"He's dying," said Lorgar.

Magnus looked at the noiseless image of Angron, as it faced down a charging Rhino transport. The tank struck... and stopped dead. The primarch lifted it by the front ramming spikes, and hurled it onto its back. Its treads raced in futility the entire time.

"He looks in fine health to me."

"No. He's dying. The implants are killing him."

Magnus turned to Lorgar. "So?"

"So," the Word Bearer stared at the image, "I'm going to save him."

He could hear Skane's quiet chuckle behind the scorched faceplate. "You're not going to like this, sir."

Kharn resisted the urge to sigh."Where's Angron?"

"No one knows for certain. He was lost to the Nails at the Krytica Junction half an hour ago. Delvarus was the last to report in; he says he saw the primarch eating some of the enemy dead."

"Tell me that's a joke."

Skane merely shrugged and said nothing

Ahriman just showed up in Betrayer. Changing the novel's name to Chaos All-Stars.

In the warded basilica, Lorgar and Magnus watched the fleet manifesting above, below, and in every direction besides. Ahead of them: a world of pleasant skies, rocky grey continents and sparse, deep oceans turning in the life-giving radiance of an ideal sun. A handful of small cities shone in the night, their cobweb of linked light forming the unmistakable image of civilisation - an image graven on the human mind ever since mankind's first voidnauts saw Old Earth from the cold comfort of low orbit.

"As Calth burns," the Word Bearer said to his brother, "we kill Macragge."

Spoilers:


"Where's the Furious Abyss?"

"Who cares? We have a Legion and a half, here. And two primarchs. Forget that toy."

"Good point, man."

Solathen a écrit:Pour répondre à ta question Konrad:

Butcher's Nails hypothétiquement sera un jour imprimé et ensuite traduit. Nous aurons la confirmation avec Shadow of treachery, si ce reccueil regroupe bien l'audiodrama Raven's flight de Gav Thorpe alors il y a bien une voie pour l'impression, dans un lointain futur...

Betrayer sera traduit car c'est un roman pas encore sorti en anglais et d'ailleurs encore en cours de rédaction par ADB. Et nous avons encore une NEW qui me fait dire qu'il ne faudra pas passer à côté de ce roman:

Ahriman just showed up in Betrayer. Changing the novel's name to Chaos All-Stars.

"You speak of courage," said the World Eater. "Courage and honour."

The Word Bearer tilted his head. "And you speak of knowing no fear. Yet Macraggian poetry has always felt foul on the tongue."

Orfeo looked between the ragged form of Kharn, and the vicious thing that Argel Tal had become. He pulled his helm free, breathed in the choking reek of his burning world, and lifted his gladius for the last time. It hissed as XII Legion blood baked on the live blade.

"Enough talk, traitors. Come, learn the price of setting foot on the Five Hundred Worlds. Live or die, it will spare me from your ceaseless preaching."