Novedades en Black Library y Timun Mas

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[wachinayn]

[Silas Err]

Novedades de junio de Timun Mas ( http://www.scyla.com/noticias/558/novedades_timun_mas_junio_2012 ):

[Suber]

[miguel]

xD Lo entiendo, luciremos con orgullo ese hueco en la web.

[Berek]

Han subido el precio de TimunMas?? de 17 a 19??

[Suber]

The Unremembered EmpireEl Imperio no Recordado

He went down hard, nearly blacking out as his helmet cracked against the floor. A hot trickle of blood ran down his temple as he pushed himself back up. For a moment, clouds of dust and bolter fire obscured what had happened, and he looked stupidly out through a cracked visor across the scene of desolation.

He saw two more monsters emerge from the swirling dust, firing their huge weapons steadily as they advanced. They picked off his men with silent efficiency. Some of the defending troops broke then, racing across the half-ruined chamber to get to the doors at the rear, but they didn?t get very far. Arela saw most of them torn clean in half as projectiles pumped clean through them before exploding like grenades.

He dragged himself to his feet again, his head light and his stomach churning. It had all happened so quickly. Dimly, he could hear the thunder of battle across the plains outside. Huge, grinding noises made the earth shake beneath him, and he could only guess at what kind of war engines had been landed.

One of the monsters turned from the slaughter to look in his direction. For a second, Arela stared right into its deathmask face. Two red eye-lenses stared back at him, glowing like twin embers in the smoke. The creature?s vox-grille ? a downturned, contemptuous snarl of metal ? glinted in the light of explosions going off.

Arela ran straight towards the monster. With nowhere to go and no chance of survival, he opted for one final act of defiance. As he ran, he fired his pistol and drew a rapier from the scabbard at his belt.

For all its bulk, the monster was fast ? breathtakingly fast. Before Arela had taken another stride he found himself lifted up from the ground, clenched at the neck by a massive black gauntlet. He gasped for breath and his legs kicked out uselessly. His captor squeezed, and Arela dropped his blade. His vision blurred, and it was all he could do to look his killer in the eye.

?I fight... for the Emperor,? he gasped, blurting it out as if that fact could alter anything.

A metallic growl issued from the monster?s vox-grille.

?You do not,? it said, squeezing his neck and breaking his spine. ?We do.?

[Suber]

http://www.blacklibrary.com/warhammer-40000/angel-of-fire.html

[Gonfrask]

[wachinayn]

[Suber]

Porque vamos a pagarlo igualmente .

[wachinayn]

Buena respuesta.

[Suber]

Betrayer. Primero, la cita con la que se abre el libro (Tremendo, por cierto):

PROLOGUE
The Dead and the Dying

SKANE WAS THE ONE to find the body. Skane, armoured in Destroyers? black, his armour stained by the sin of the weapons he wielded. He stood knee-deep in the dead, next to the wrecked hull of a Land Raider battle tank.

?Kargos,? he voxed. His voice was tinny, laden with static. One of the of the enemy had caught him in the throat during the battle, and it had jarred his augmetic vocal chords. They needed tuning once he returned to the Conqueror.

?Kargos,? he said again, across the quiet vox channel.

?What?? His brother?s reply was also flawed by static, but from more traditional vox-corruption rather than a bionic oesophagus.

?Track my locator rune,? said Skane. ?Get over here.?

?Look around you, sergeant. You think you?re the only one that needs my help at the moment??

Skane didn?t bother looking around. He knew where he was and what he?d see ? he was at the heart of it all, and the dead numbered in the thousands. Most wore armour the green of shallow oceans, cracked and shattered by the treachery of their former kindred. These were Horus?s former Sons, betrayed by their brethren and slain for their disloyalty. Among their number, armour of bloodstained white stood out like pearls among seaweed. Too many World Eaters had fallen here, though victory was undeniable. The city was dead in every direction, reduced to ash and rubble.

A shadow fell across Skane, blocking out the weak sun as a Legio Audax Warhound passed with its rattle-clank stride shaking the tortured ground. He lifted a hand to the passing war machine, receiving no acknowledgement beyond dull sunlight glinting on the Titan?s ursus claw spears. It stalked onward, splayed feet grinding ceramite and bone and twisted iron into the earth, its wolfish cockpit lowered as it hunted for life signs and scanner-scents among the dead and the dying.

Skane turned back to the ruined tank, kneeling by its front end where the minesweeper plow was decorated in scratches and a wealth of gore. A body impaled on the ?dozer blade?s spikes twitched in uneasy repose, its fingers still scraping in futility across the metal. Skane wasn?t sure how the pinned warrior still lived, and doubted the trembling, bleeding figure would survive being pulled from the plow. Nevertheless, he spoke again.

?Kargos,? he said for the third time. It took the Apothecary several seconds to answer.

?I told you I?m busy. Fix your own damn throat, or shut up and wait until we?re back aboard the ship.?

Skane disengaged the seals at the dying warrior?s neck, lifting the helm free with a hiss of released air pressure. The revealed face was pale, bloodstained from the lips down, the eyes open and blind, while the mouth worked in silent, wordless rage, an emotion lost between fury and pain.

?I?ve found Kharn,? Skane voxed.

This time, there was no delay in Kargos?s reply. ?I?m on my way.?

[Gonfrask]

La verdad es que efectivamente los Lobos en las ultimas novelas estan pareciendo mas perritos falderos que otra cosa, estan perdiendo mucho su espiritu independiente...
Curiosamente ahora son de los que mas van por libre

[Suber]