Following the XVII Legion's censure at Monarchia, Kurtha Sedd was sad. He massacred an entire church full of loyal Imperial citizens, citizens he had sworn to protect. He wasn't sure why he did it, so he was sad. Lorgar, primarch of the XVII Legion, said Lorgar's daddy doesn't love them anymore, and that made Kurtha Sedd even sadder! And then there's the possibility that the XIII Legion might not all die on Calth, oh no. In fact, the Ultramarines may have turned the tables on the Word Bearers, and that made Kurtha Sedd saddest of all!
The Word Bearers worshiped the Emperor as a god. Even though they no longer worship Him, Sedd can't help it: he still believes that the Emperor is watching his every move. He is a bearer of Lorgar's word, not the Emperor's. That isn't going to change even though the legion abandoned him and his unit on Calth. Word under the street is that Sedd's old friend, Steloc Aethon, is leading the loyalist survivors. Everywhere he turns, Kurtha Sedd is surrounded by the ties that bind him to the past. He wants to break free, but he can't, because men are trash and he is nothing if not a manly man. Kurtha Sedd is right and everyone else is wrong. They have to be wrong.
I read this book before its twin, The Honoured by Rob Sanders, because I didn't want to end on a sour note. I wanted the XIII Legion to win and the XVII Legion to lose, and I was looking forward to the Ultramarines making the Word Bearers pay for their treachery. I realize now that I made a terrible mistake, and this will not end well.