Warhammer 40K'ya ilgi duyan ama nasıl başlayacağını bilmeyen veya 40K kitaplarını bulamayan varsa bana ment dm falan atsın. Elime Türkçeye çevrilmiş 40K kitapları geçti. Sadece 40K değil, Games Workshop'ın diğer evrenlerinin kitapları da var. Ücret falan talep etmeyeceğim dostlar, önemli olan İmparatorun ışığını yaymak.

''My son,'' Sanguinius said. ''My greatest son.'' The primarch reached out to him. Dante was on his back, but at the same time it was as if he floated in an immense void, and Sanguinius hovered in front of him. And yet, when the primarch cried, his tears fell forward onto Dante's face. ''You have suffered greatly for mankind's sake,'' said Sanguinius. His voice was beautiful. ''You have won your rest a thousand times. Rarely has one man given so much, Luis of Baal Secundus. You have been a light in dark times. I would give you any reward. I would take you to my side. I would free you from strife. I would release you from pain.'' ''Yes!'' said Dante. ''Please. I have served so long. Grant me the freedom of death.'' Sanguinius gave Dante a look of profound sorrow. ''I cannot. I regret that I can do none of those things. I need you, Dante. Your suffering is not done.'' ''Please, no!'' Dante cried out. ''My lord, I have done enough. Please! Let me rest!'' The light was dying; Sanguinius' smile carried with it the sorrows of ten thousand years. Darkness was returning. The Great Angel disappeared into it, but his glorious voice lingered a moment. ''I am sorry, my son, that you cannot rest. Not yet. Live, my son. Live.'' ''No, no, no! No more! Take me with you! I beg you!'' Dante shouted. Art by grimdorables