#guy hayley

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I never wanted to be a tyrant, thought the primarch. Perhaps my father did not wish to be so either. History has roles for us that cannot be denied. We are but pieces on the board of eternity ‘My lord,’ said Mathieu into the primarch’s silence. ‘Please tell me, does the Emperor love us?’ We are so much more like you than you ever intended, thought Guilliman. You gave too much of yourself to us. Without realising, in your arrogance, you made yourself a father in truth. We are your sons, in every way. Did you see that? ‘My lord?’ said Mathieu ‘The Emperor loves us all,’ lied Roboute Guilliman. from: Dark Imperium, Guy Hayley

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WE'RE BALLIN BOYS

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Three months had passed since the return to Terra, and finally Roboute Guilliman took rest. The night seemed to last forever when the primarch slept; a light brought back briefly into the universe was snuffed out, and there were more than a few who worried it might never be ­reignited. Roboute Guilliman did not need to rest often, but when he did, a terrible silence fell at the heart of Imperial government. Messinius could not help himself but check throughout the night that his gene-father still breathed.

From: The Avenging Son, Guy Hayley

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‘There are two options when faced with battle,’ Hetidor had said, probably spitting down in Fabian’s face after he’d thrown him to the gymnasia mat for the hundredth time. ‘You can run, or you can fight. But there is only ever one outcome. Either way, one day you will die. Cowardice might spare you awhile, but time will not, and old men serve the Emperor badly in a fight.’

Hetidor had reached down, grasped his hand, and pulled him to his feet. In Fabian’s dazed state, it was as if he now reached out of the past and dragged him towards the enemy. He reacted automatically. His pistol was in one hand, his drawn sword in the other, field buzzing in the sooty air. He strode past the soldier, who was kneeling and snapping off bright blue beams of las-fire down the corridor. Fabian raised his pistol and waited for a clear target.

From: Godblight, Guy Haley

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'Olivier, I do not know what misery has hold of you. We have had a marvellous life. We have collaborated on five of these books.’ Five tomes of half-baked supposition, he thought, arduous yet fruitless research and tedious speculation presented as fact. Lorgar had refused point blank to see them. Leman Russ hadn’t even allowed them to set foot on Fenris. He didn’t have it in him to be involved with a sixth. ‘And though some have been hard,’ she went on, ‘we have met with some of the most marvellous people in the galaxy, perhaps ever to have lived.’ She took his hand. He tried not to flinch. He did not like her touching him any longer. ‘Surely you can be happy with that?’ she said. Happy? He thought. Happy to spend my life presented to beings who could crush me without a thought. Beings who speak with us only as an indulgence. Beings who you, my once dear wife, worship? From: The Emperor's Architect, guy hayley (in Sons of the Emperor)