Book: Warhammer Wolfsbane

Let the most perfect son of the Emperor appeared only in this way. Like a true angel Sanguine was floating high above mere mortals without noticing them. His foot never touched the simple land of Terra. He flew straight to Himalasia and the Imperial Palace on top of the world.

Russ sniffed and looked at the weapon rack, on which rested the Spear of the Emperor.
- I better take this damn thing with you, ' he said. - Find someone who wants to Polish it. I wouldn't want to disappoint my father, if He decides to show His face.

Pull up a chair. Russ gave sign Loken to sit down. He was handed a bronze drinking horn. At the insistence Russa Loken took a SIP. Consistently the liquid burned his mouth, throat and stomach. Her taste was like a mixture of engine oil acid. The warrior kept coughing. This drink would kill a mortal man.

Malodor shared with Loken two important facts about the Wolf King. The first was the fact that the guise the barbarian king could put on and take off as easily as up and down visor. Russ was not that easy General what is portrayed.

I'll tell you, like a wolf wolf, this is not your fight. We are on Fenris say: it is unwise to intervene in a feud of brothers. She is the most bloody of all.

It is better to be loyal and a little rough than polished Martinet with the treacherous insides, isn't it?

No matter what the gods speak. We do not pay much attention to them, because they are as drunk and stupid as we are.

The retinue of the king of the savage has not expressed a desire to leave his master, and to resolve the issue took some time. As a result, the king, half by persuasion, half-jokes shoved their people. The case has helped a large barrel of beer from the warehouse of the ship.

- First, during the crusade I believed that I can defeat most of my brothers. Perhaps not Sanguine. It offers the skill and fury. He berserk in the guise of an angel. Or ghosts at Night, as it has the power of a madman. But the others... Angron? He's too angry. Fulgrim? - The Primarch shrugged. - Too proud. Perturabo and the mandrel is too unemotional. Hilliman too hard to enjoy the battle, so I would beat him. Larger I would one spit plunged into the mud, he was so weak from all this kneeling. Alpari despicable snakes. And we all know what happened to the great magician Prospero. The rest I could win here. - He snapped his fingers.