The Ghosts of Istvaan V
Prologue
For three Legions, Istvaan V had been a death sentence. A massacre. A betrayal of brothers. It was the day the Iron Hands lost their father, Ferrus Manus. It was the day Vulkan was killed and captured by Konrad Curze. It was the day the Raven Guard was massacred and infiltrated. It was the death of innocence for the Legiones Astartes. It was the day that the true scope of the Horus Heresy was revealed.
"You do not have to go alone, Corvus," Vulkan said, his hand on his brother's shoulder. "You don't have to face it alone."
Corax shook his head. "You are the Imperial Regent. You have a child to think of. You don't need to be there. Whatever happens to me there, I am expendable. I die, Kayvaan can take over my duties as head of Imperial Intelligence."
"Not to me," Vulkan said with a smile. "I can get another head of Intelligence, but not another brother." He hugged his brother. "Just be careful."
Corvus gave a rare smile. "Istvaan V is a graveyard, Vulkan. There is nothing alive there."
