Monique

Дочитала. Когда я прочитала спойлеры, я посчитала книгу дичайшим наркоманским бредом, но прочитав оригинал, я изменила своё мнение в лучшую сторону. Главный герой книги - это, разумеется, Конрад. Персонажи делятся на две группы: огромную массу положительных героев и одинокого Конрада, ведущего войну со всем миром. Против него Гуйлиман, Лев, неубиваемый Вулкан, тысячи Ультрамаринов и Тёмных Ангелов, Волки и прочие, прочие, прочие, а он в одиночку пытается их нагнуть - и делает это более чем успешно. На его месте большего добился бы только Корвус К. Коракс. К переводу обязательно :rolleyes:

‘I intend to save the Legion of the Word Bearers,’ said Narek, ‘and you are going to help me accomplish that.’ ‘How?’ asked John Grammaticus. ‘What exactly do you intend to do?’ ‘I will cleanse the soul of my Legion,’ said Narek, ‘by seeking out and slaying Lorgar Aurelian.’ Клиническая стадия ЛГМ :image030:

Кто планшеты целует, кто на них плюет, а Конрад их лижет. Книгу надо перевести хотя бы ради него.

Крылья ТА: 1. Крыло Смерти, Deathwing 2. Крыло Ворона, Ravenwing 3. Крыло Ужаса, Dreadwing 4. Крыло Бури, Stormwing 5. 6.

Всё [[ерунда, сэр]] до появления Конрада. Вот он, главный герой книги, который устроит цирк с конями! Macragge. Ultramar. The thought of the self-righteous Guilliman made Curze want to piss acid. His blood-brother the Lion was his blood-enemy, as the Thramas fight had proven, but Guilliman… Toad. Reptile. Fool. As bad as Dorn, as bad as Vulkan. So blindly indoctrinated into the belief that the future would be a noble, golden age. So insufferably honourable. So eager to please their father. So eager to cry, ‘Look at me! I have built an empire just for you! Just like yours!’ Jump up and down all you like, little child. Boast all you want.

Символ Крыла Смерти - скрещенные мечи. Символ Крыла Ужаса - череп в песочных часах. Ничего не напоминает?

Гуйлиман был найден восьмым, после Дорна.

Вообще, при прочтении книга выглядит не настолько упоротой, как можно представить из спойлеров. Я думала, будет гораздо хуже - ан нет, ничего.

Полукс же! До чего же там няшный Полукс! - Вы сказали, кузнец войны? - переспрашивает Полукс. - Ну да, на Фаросе работает кузнец войны Дантиох, - отвечает Августон. - Железный Воин? - Проблемы, капитан?

Стоп, у них же слюни кислотные, как экран не проедает?

Здесь Гуйлиман доставляет гораздо больше, чем в KNF. Первая встреча с Полуксом дико доставила)))

За что спасибо - так это за подробную карту Лос-Сантоса Макрагг-сити :rolleyes:

Интервью с Джоном "Раком" Френчем: ‘Can you write Tallarn?’ asked my editor – a question for which there was really only one answer: ‘Yes. Oh hell yes!’ The Battle of Tallarn is one of the oldest battles mentioned to have taken place in the Horus Heresy. I grew up knowing about it, reading the snippets of information scattered across Codices and rulebooks. Although they were relatively small in size, and few in quantity, these snippets laid down some big facts: the largest tank battle in Imperial history (yes, not just in the Horus Heresy, but in the ten thousand years from the Great Crusade to the close of the 41st millennium); one million wrecks on the planet’s surface by the time it was done; ten million armoured units active during the battle – breathtaking and daunting stuff. Right away, it was clear that even a long novella (and it is long at 36,000 words) would not be enough. So I decided that rather than trying to show the whole conflict in one go, I would show it in pieces, through the eyes of people we have not heard a great deal about so far – the ordinary men and women of the Imperial Army. Clothed in enviro-suits, locked into their tanks and trying to fight Space Marines on a world reduced to poisonous fog and sludge by virus bombs, these are humans fighting a war in hell without hope of victory. I wanted to give the readers a real sense of being there amongst the fog, trying to find the enemy, trying to stay alive, trying to find a reason to keep going. But even though Tallarn: Executioner is a story about what it is like to be a human caught up in a war between demi-gods, greater patterns move in the background. This is the Horus Heresy, and the story that you think you know is only one way of seeing things. There is always another truth behind the truth you knew… Участвовало 10 миллионов танков, потеряли 1 миллион.

У Магнуса есть одна проблема - он идиот. Он великий маг, гениальный учёный и клинический идиот. Даже имея все карты на руках, он способен превратить практически беспроигрышное дело в полный peace-death.

Он каннибал, которого воспитала стая ворон :rolleyes:

У Ситха на аватарке кто, по-твоему?

Альфа верна только себе, а Гвардия Ворона - только Императору.

Нет, у них не было предыдущего названия:

Об их присутствии и задачах никто бы не узнал :rolleyes: А если бы и поймали - это всего лишь визит дружбы от Корвуса К. Коракса :rolleyes:

http://www.forgeworld.co.uk/New_Stuff/THE_...-_MASSACRE.html По количеству пафоса и шикарности на квадратный сантиметр страницы эта книга превосходит все, что раньше были выпущены по Вахе. Портреты Эреба, Тифона, Ферруса, Фулгрима, Севатара, цветовые схемы, биографии, карты... Вторая книга выглядит ещё более шикарной, чем первая. Миньки GW - отвратительны и неприличны, миньки FW - шикарны. Бэк BL - наркоманский бред, бэк FW - шикарен. Любите, любите FW.

Кустодес, приставленные к Лоргару, за 43 года не разглядели подготовку Ереси и бесславно погибли. Видимо, после Исствана-5 Император сделал выводы. Странно, почему посылали именно Волков. Их мало (а теперь и вовсе горстка), и они совершенно непригодны для сложных заданий. Их создавали тупо убивать всё, что движется, а не шпионить и интриговать. Послали бы Гвардию Ворона - они все культурные-вежливые, лояльные до мозга костей, мастера прятаться и наблюдать, они просто идеально подходят для подобных заданий.

От битвы с Альфой до Обороны Терры пройдёт 7 лет сплошного байк-шоу.

Отрывки россыпью: "1"Guilliman did not look up. ‘Three dead,’ he said softly. ‘Lorgar’s boasts were true. Three.’ ‘My lord.’ Guilliman shook his head, eyes still on the display. ‘The stories they bring to me, Euten. That Horus, or any of them, should turn against us, against me, against my father…I cannot begin to process it. My only consolation… My only consolation at all, as I have learned through our bitter fight with Lorgar, is that something has overtaken them, contaminated them. The warp is in their brains. It hardly excuses their actions, but it explains them. They are run mad and are no longer of themselves.’ He looked at the elderly chamberlain. She was upright and slender, supported by her tall staff. Her short hair was as glacial as her gown. ‘It is a hard thing to accept, my lord,’ she said. ‘I thought it would be the hardest,’ Guilliman agreed. ‘But what are brothers turned traitor compared to the death of three loyal sons? The survivors cannot refute it. Ferrus is dead. Corax, Vulkan, loyal all, and dead. Then, from the mouths of others, this news from Prospero. Magnus defying our father so much that they set the damned Wolves upon him? And now we hear from the Phall System, confirmation that Perturabo has indeed betrayed us…’ He rose to his feet. ‘What else? What else, I wonder? Is Terra already burning? Is my father already dead? If half of my brothers have turned to follow Horus’s treachery, then who remains? Three of those who might be counted loyal are already dead. Who else? Where is the Khan? Does Dorn burn along with Terra? Sanguinius and his Legion are said to be lost. The Lion has gone into the dark. Have the traitors hunted down the Wolf King and torn him to shreds? Am I alone now?’ ‘My lord, you–’ Guilliman held up his hand. ‘I am just thinking out loud, mam. I will be composed by the time I reach the hall. You know I will.’ "2"‘I killed him,’ Curze cooed. ‘Roboute and the Lion both. I have studied his story, of course. As the little emperor he pretends to be, he does so chronicle himself. I have heard of you. Tarasha Euten, Chamberlain Principal, and to all intents a mother to him. A mother.’ Curze sighed. ‘Thanks to the genius of my father, my kind does not enjoy the luxury of mothers. You are rare. You are a rare and obscene thing, you ragged witch. I wish Roboute had been alive to suffer the damage of your death.’ "3"Guilliman sighed. ‘Bastard. Always showing off,’ he murmured. He looked at his aides, nodded, and began to walk down the steps to meet his brother. The Wolves followed him. Guilliman stopped and looked back up the steps. ‘Really? Right now, of all times?’ Guilliman asked Faffnr. ‘My watch-pack walks where you walk, jarl,’ said Faffnr. ‘Even my own Cataphractii aren’t following me at this moment, Wolf.’ ‘We could, lord,’ Gorod growled from the platform. ‘Indeed, we could also hose the unwanted off the steps in an unbelievable storm of shot, if you so desired.’ ‘Enough,’ Guilliman said. He looked at Faffnr and the Wolves. ‘You see how I spare your lives?’ ‘No one spares our lives, jarl,’ Faffnr replied. ‘They’re not for sparing. Never have been.’ Guilliman hesitated, painfully aware that he was halfway down a staircase, in front of a million and a half people, pausing to converse with a band of barbarians while his noble brother waited below. ‘I appeal to your honesty, Faffnr Bludbroder,’ he said. ‘This moment isn’t about me, is it? It’s about you, and the Angels, and the feud.’ Faffnr paused. ‘It is,’ he replied, nodding. His men, hunched and ugly, nodded too. Guilliman sighed. ‘Let’s do it then. But do not embarrass me or I’ll gut you all myself.’ He turned and resumed his walk down the steps from the platform. He was aware of the Wolves closing in behind him as a ragged and unseemly bodyguard. ‘By the void,’ Guilliman hissed at them. ‘You know you’re making me look like an idiot! Like a heathen king of Illyrium!’ ‘Sorry and all that, jarl. Honour demands it,’ Faffnr replied, a hot-breath whisper at Guilliman’s shoulder. ‘You’re a pain in the arse, you know that?’ Guilliman said. ‘Indisputably,’ Faffnr returned. Они упоролись, они все упоролись, все до единого!

На убой отправили 100 тысяч из 140, 2/3 легиона. Гуйлиману наврали, что НС прилетит всего 50 тысяч, их прилетело в два раза больше.