Chris Wright. Warhammer 40,000: Child of Chaos (№ 441169)

I moved up the long bridge, flanked on both sides by shattered life-sized statues. The farther I went, the more clearly I saw how majestic this place must once have been. An octagonal temple city of extraordinary size and complexity. In Colchis, we had cathedrals and larger ones, but none of them created with such an understanding of the relationship between the real and the unreal. I immediately realized that these long-dead architects knew what they were doing. They knew the sacred degrees and proportions. They knew where to place watchtowers and belfries to catch the red light of the passing ancient sun of Davin and cast shadows that looked like teeth and horns and crooked claws at the edge of their vision.