Five and commissar Passingan take the longest of walks, infiltrating a fallen hive city.

Inquisitor Agrimunt was too smart to bite on my sour tone. “Five, you speak out of turn.”

“Whose turn is it, if not mine?” I harbored the folly of youth, the rage of battle, and the cloying stale scent of blood. To me, it was a method more than a state of being.

A bolt pistol round at a point-blank range will ignore even the best body armor.

Five ignores the wishes of a commissar and deals with the consequences on the Imperial Guard's front lines.

A Fell Guard encounter on the front lines turns deadlier than anyone can imagine.

Place your bets.

Commissars and generals collide with a not-so-stable psyker in his first war.

A Blood cult rebellion awaits a fledgling psyker platoon—and a bitter war—if they can reach it.

Nothing was ever fair.

A test of psyker abilities—a rite of passage—takes a dark and ugly turn.

The Epilogue.

“Commissar Belling, are you ready to give it another go?”