THE HORUS HERESY
AN Exrmcr FROM 'PRINCE OF CROWS':
DAY ONE
A novella from Shadows Of freachery
"Ihe boy rose from the wreckage, wearing nothiåg than
srnears of ash and dirt clinging to his pale skin.
He looked at the sky, dark as the void, blind without a sun's
eye. He looked at the metal ruin of his cradle-engine, still
hissing steam through its cracked, blistered armour plating,
And then, still with nothing resembling an expression on hiy
slender be looked to the horizon,
A city, A city of spires and domes its dull, low lights still
brightening the surrounding darkness with a beacon' s intensity
The first expression to play the boy's face was but
telling. eyes narrowed as his heartbeat quickened.
Instinctwely, he knew he'd find others of his kind in the
distant, light-rich hive thought made him reach a
weapon. White fingers curled around a shard of metal
cooled in the soil. 'lhe feel of the knifr in his
second expression to his youthåll, unscarred features;
He smiled,