Xenos - BookWyrm
<p><em>The thundering sound rolled through the thawing vaults of Processional Two-Twelve. Fists and palms, beating at coffin hoods. The sleepers were waking, their frigid bodies trapped in their caskets. I could hear footsteps above the screams. Eyclone was running. I ran after, passing gallery after gallery of frenzied, flailing forms. The screaming, the pounding… God-Emperor help me, I will never forget that. Thousands of souls waking up to death, frantic, agonised. Damn Eyclone. Damn him to hell and back.</em></p> <p>The Inquisition moves amongst mankind like an avenging shadow, striking down the enemies of humanity with uncompromising ruthlessness. Inquisitor Eisenhorn faces a vast interstellar cabal and the dark power of daemons, all racing to recover an arcane text of abominable power – an ancient tome known as the Necroteuch.</p>