I Suffer Not the Heretic: A Warhammer 40’000 Short Story

Greetings all,

This has been ready for absolutely ages and by ready I mean I cannot bring myself to look at it anymore. The link below, I Suffer Not the Heretic (I know, not the most original title), is a ten thousand word short story. It has everything, a beginning, middle and even an ending. Though of course the plot door is always left somewhat ajar. So please, have a read, download and feel free to throw some feedback my way and with any luck enjoy.

I Suffer Not the Heretic by E J Henries

Cheers all, have an ace one.


A Quick Update – Heresy!

Evening all,

As always it’s been too long. I have been up to no good hobbying. I’ve just done little in the way of letting you, my world, know about it.

Inq28 has taken a serious backseat of late, for now, these chaps…

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I’ve mentioned a few times that I have been spending far too much of my time assembling a heresy army. My Night Lords are finally almost fully assembled and I’ve even started painting them. So, glutton for punishment I am, I’m also going to have a small(ish) Shattered Legion force. Mainly because I love the pre-heresy World Eater and Emperor’s Children colour schemes, so I painted a couple test models and I’m pleased with how they came out.

Scribbling Words

However, I’ve not been idle, I thoroughly enjoyed writing my last article which included a micro Grey Knight narrative. I then let myself get carried away; I’ve seen it through, tidied it up and now have an 8000 word short story to share with you all! Well, I say now, that’s not entirely true. Although the short story is ready for upload as a full PDF (I figure it’s far too long as a post on it’s own), I have no intention of cramming narrative down your collective bandwidth, at least not without some pictures to go with it. After all fan fiction is not for everyone. So, I shall try and put the Heresy aside for a week (which will be hard, as I have some gorgeous Phoenix Guard models to assemble) and I’ll get a few Inq28 models painted up for your viewing pleasure, so the story has something to go with!

That’s all for now, cheers for dropping by.

Have an ace one all.




A Deathwatch Excerpt – The Mutant

Ja’kal’s eyes widened, yet his pupils contracted till they were two small dark orbs of hate, in a sea of white calm. His brow furrowed. The corner of his mouth twitched into a snarl.

“Mutant” Ja’kal said. The word had brought with it feelings of intense hatred. He swallowed the bile in his throat.

Barely restraining himself he inclined his helm to look down upon Gorval.

“This is to whom you owe your salvation?” his voice resonated throughout the sparsely furnished chamber.

Gorval kept quiet, not knowing what to say. How could he explain the desperate fight for survival the humans on board this vessel contended with, on a daily basis? The Emperor’s angels were beyond the peak of humanity. Its finest warriors. Gorval, Gorval was just a human, with all the terrifying limitations that entailed.

“My Lord” he quivered “I understand how this must look. Please let”

“Beware the alien, the heretic and the mutant”

“I underst” Ja’kal’s arm thrust toward the man. His hand clenched around his throat, halting Gorval in his blasphemy.

“You seek to claim that your salvation lay in the hands of a mutant, just look at him” Ja’kal’s voice bellowed through his vox grille. He turned to look at the mutated navigator. Gorval had described him as a once noble man of Terran heritage. That the years, had left him less than what he was; yet it was he, this broken man that they turned to in their time of need. His lenses refocused as he studied this, this thing.

The creatures robes had been a pale blue laced with white embroidery. Now they were stained a muddy brown. The once fine stitch work was frayed. The creatures left hand was an unhealthy pale blue lined with purple veins. The nails of his hand were dark and sharp. It rested just above the nape of his right neck. The index finger would trace a light red line across the skin of his throat. His hand would tremble; then the finger once more traced the scarred line. Ja’kals gaze continued upwards. Revulsion swept over him as he focussed on the most abominable part of this creature. Where once there had been one neck, a second had sprouted like a weed from his right collar. The face, gaunt; hard lines extenuated the cheek bones. His nose was off centre and looked like it had been broken, recently. His eyes seemed to sink into his face, darkness rimmed them. They were bloodshot and wide with desperation. The other head, his first, was starkly different, yet mirrored the gaunt aberration that sprouted from his collar; Strong and full of vitality. Its pale skin was taught, lined with purple veins and completely bald. Its eyes were black pools, the pupils completely dilated. They stared; they seemed to take in the Astartes stood before it, in an appraising manner. Above those eyes was a hairless brow that had a metal plate bolted, where the Navigators third eye should have been.