“He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.” PiecesBirthPatternsTongueSnowDesignerDictatorWondrousLibyaVanillaBulletSpinal CordFunctionalParaplegicConflagrationFrank ChaudharyJeevan ChaudharyReutersSnow CreamThe Fullness Of Time Book:Station Eleven Source: Station Eleven
“The galaxy was in flames and crowded with pyromaniacs eager to claim possession of the ashes. Bile had no interest in the conflagration, its cause or celebrants. Let the galaxy burn. From its ashes would rise a new future. One created by him.” ApocalypseWarhammer 40kWarhammer 40000Chaos Space MarinesNew FutureFabius BileConflagration Book:Fabius Bile: The Omnibus Source: Fabius Bile: The Omnibus