I am at present, just about to start Book 26 in The Horus Heresy. At this point, still quite some distance from being halfway through, Iâm h
"Twenty-six books in Iâve reached the beginning of the middle of the journey and so these books reveal a universe in which every attempt at stability, whether that ethical, aesthetic, or theological, collapses under the weight of its own misrelation. The Ultramarinesâ sudden confrontation with contingency, the Word Bearersâ catastrophic leap into a malformed absolute, and the Imperiumâs refusal to acknowledge the Warp as constitutive of its own being are not discrete narrative beats but a mode of Kierkegaardian despair."














