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“The chanting of the Word Bearers swirls around the walls of the chapel. It laps at Khrossus, a foul, maddening tide. The sound has become a visible thing. It flows over the floor of the chamber. It is fluid and mist, and it trembles like flesh, and it has the strength of stone. Colours whisper of dreams, of madness, of burning worlds. The dome of the chamber is blurry. Khrossus looks once, and feels as if he might fall up and through the ceiling, plunging all the way through the Carchera system, and then onwards, out of the materium altogether.”
― David Annandale, Spear of Ultramar

“Glory?
Glory is for those too weak to find their inner strength, leaving them hollow parasites, feeding on the affection of even lesser men. Glory is for cowards, too afraid to let their names die.”
― Aaron Dembski-Bowden, Butcher's Nails

“He really is as mad as they say,’ said Gun.
‘Nobody sane would do this,’ agreed Elver.
‘They would,’ said Gun. ‘I have seen the same done, and worse, to further the survival of the Imperium. What is insane is not what was done, but why. This butchery is an indulgence. It serves no purpose. The monstrous can be justifiable, but if it cannot be righteous, then it is merely monstrous.”
― Guy Haley, Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter

“Maybe Matilda was a girl once. Maybe she froze to death in the vacuum of space and they hollowed her out and put stuff inside her, and that was why she was so cold. A giant empty girl alone in the heavens with only tiny colonists to keep her company, prattling about stupidly.”
― Rivers Solomon, An Unkindness of Ghosts