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By Christian Dunn

Horus Heresy anthology that includes the Primarchs of the Emperor

Created within the Emperor’s personal photo, the primarchs had lengthy idea themselves to be princes of the universe and masters in their personal future – they led the gap Marine Legions in wonderful conquest of the galaxy, and no enemy of the Imperium might stand opposed to them. even if, even among this mythical brotherhood, the seeds of dissent have been sown lengthy prior to the treacherous Warmaster Horus declared his grand heresy. amassed inside of this anthology are 4 novellas targeting a number of the mightiest warriors and leaders that mankind has ever recognized – Fulgrim, Alpharius, Lion El’Johnson and Ferrus Manus – and the jobs that they could haven't begun to play in a warfare which threatens to alter the face of the Imperium ceaselessly.

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