ERO Cr aie ase) Sree en Nee oes Compiled by John Blanche from over Tee eS Ont eee eR) Se eee eee ey Rea Renee Ce ee eee Pee ea eC produced especially for this book. But this is more than just a collection Ce em eee Cea ene roa myriad dark threats which face Peete ne ane war-torn universe of the 4ist Den ae Pee Rr eee at least some of their arcane secrets. ‘A BLACK LIBRARY PUBLICATION ISBN 1-86954-0584-% | UK £20CONE N Gr eear a econo Pe ern erent] REC ee Co CS He specialised in illustration at art before pursuing a career asa freelance fantasy and science fiction artist. This allowed him to work on various faseinatin Poem eee Care Bestiary, and many book and rene os Se eee Seen COR sta was fortunate enough to be able to ree aoe eI Games Workshop. These days he Cees ony COSC ee Ce Pe amen aye) Warhammer 40,000 universes, Ree eT Pen sem iy Pratt Chas TERISEP INN INH | Guncs Workshop rodact CodeeyKATUS * IMAGES FROM THE DARK MILLENNIUM *I dreamed I saw am angel. the last of all that host Of cold and barren angels. whose wings have worn to rust ‘A dead and bloodied warrior a-lying in the dust I turned my eyes to heaven and offered him a prayer But could not guess that in the dark 2 stranger watched me there “What cause have you to pray for Him? What aced have you to care?” 0 I started at this sudden cry and, falling to the ground, Begged he forgive 2 traveller, whose words were so ill-found, ‘A poor and lonely heitophant on holy service bound. In the darkness cowering I spied a pile of bones ‘And feared to meet the kind of man who sat on such a throne ‘Who wore a bleak and wretched face, a face that ‘was my own 1 Aghast I could but listen to the spectee’s voice so fell. So strange and yet familiar. though how I could not tell. ‘A cold and deadly weave of words that held me in their spell That bid me take the angel's sword from his broken hand To cut the dry and fallen limbs from trees about the land. So through the darkest night I raised an angel's charnel mound. Vv As darkness turned to twilight I heard the stranger groan “Bring fire. he said, “and quickly. we must defeat the dawn By death and fire and darkness are restless spirits drawal At once, I set the flaming brand to the kindling tower. ‘A hot and howling wind rose up to drive a raging fire The heat grew fierce and maddening 2s flames consumed the pyre M3 "Now I must go.’ the stranger cried, ‘where fallen angel's rest” Before my eyes he leapt upon the angry flame's caress! ‘And then I slept, exhausted, a5 from a spell released. T dreamed 1 saw an angel, the last of all that host Of cold aod barren angels, whose wings have worn to rust. ‘A deid and bloodied warrior a-lying in the dust w!THE ENEMY WITHIN Of Cults and Heresies, and of Witches and Mutants “I should by rights be insane. I have seen sights 4s would blast the mind of a lesser man. I have stared into the face of Death. I have conversed ‘with netherspawn. I have placed my bare hands on the cold, clammy flesh of a daemon’s neck. I hhave the blood of the guilty and the innocent on my bands. Still I reason, in spite of the host of horrors I have both witnessed and committed. Why me? What fierce fate has ‘marked me out and separates me from my fellow man? Only the Emperor of Mankind knows.'The secret of his calling is locked forever in his embalmed body at the centre of our great Imperium. If he could speak with mortal breath he alone could tell why I, above all others, was chosen to serve as his grim Inguisitor.” Be warned, scion of humanity! The Universe is a large and terrifying place and you are but a mote of dust. Butlet not your seeming insignificance blind you to duty! Horrors unbounded sit ‘neath the thin veneer of civilisation which mankind has taken to the stars, Secret dark terrors dance on the edge of perception, hidden monsters that wait and plot for their day in the starlight. Every man, woman and child throughout the Imperium carries within them the twin seeds of our defeat. The unstable gene is a mutant beast waiting to erupt, the unstable thought a Heretic Apparant. The Mutant beats his Heresy on the outside, the ‘Traitor hides his in his soul. Trust no one! Fear all! Any one of your fellows may carry the Mark. The Will of the Emperor alone cannot protect you, You must be strong! You must join the crusade and take your place in the unceasing struggle! Hunt them everywhere! Seek them in all the dark and awful places of the earth, Leave no stone unturned, no corner unscried, no door unopened, no veil undrawn! Every day, every hour and every minute keep your vigil strong. Let not the mutate nor the daemon-lover nor the blasphemous heretics stain the pure light of the Emperor! One twisted soul or one perverted mind could be all that stands between damnation and future hope. HANG THE HERETIC! BURN THE WITCH! arse Ordo Hereticis% ° 34 Qn & wa e Qo) g ‘| e ic eo 3 <To the common masses our struggle is a fight, a war. A battle fought with sinew and muscle, with bolt, blade and bomb, with tank and warship. To those of us in high station this is nought but of will! A struggle of metaphysic dime human race is the prize for victory. Our sant " sactifice we make to win that laurel,, a | Revere the Immortal EmperorDe et ne mere Bm ame et ae) those who promise them tira MC meg cme ELS are weak men, but the Crm Oe kaa great. Through these Cee aes Mecha Mea tay ~ heresy can become a tide of unrest and a breeding ground for chaos and revolt. The only cult we Ce ame Lae) ae acka Cast ut the mutant.-the traitor. the heretic, For every enemy without there arc + hundeed within.Been tne teres rors T ie Aa parca : Smee a Pee Cae: Reeser R Ty Coes Crue an acura) AND RESITE TAAd] Soren frees Ree aco emetic) Penn t) perce cae Coser Cra ere Cree peas Batre to Preeti Peat Paneer at teres Pre terrae Soper | Serre ets tte Dae ec Perera Corned premes corr Crone] enone nn Oren eae eee frees Cer Bisa\ Before the ink dries on the, parchment warrant that seal your doom, I feel the nausea of bitter regret and the desolate ache of hopelessness | || wash over me. I mourn not. | for your death, for miscreant and traitor you surely are. No, \ I mourn for the life denied you by your affliction. And 1 mourn for myself. I have i consigned a thousand ) mutants like you to their | death and with each and | h, every one of them dies a tiny N but treasured portion of my : Gilt /DEATH LURKS INTHE UNDERWORLD. ‘What sighimare ate these hive worlds? In these places where man fas been allowed yw vechecked, teeming bill a the vst hive humanity isnot song enough to ture back the madoess. or delet the distal f os heresy and death. Life is cheap. The ballet ad the bomb are kings: Neither day aor aight touches the billions of souls tapped in this aightmarish world For them there is just the vnblinking septic gloom of ancient Guorescece. The hive is suined with the daok tins of age A has bees teycled » million million times‘THE INNOCENT MUST BE SACRIFICED SO THAT THE GUILTY ARE PUNISHED.Zz = e me maSSS Only the rongest survive ee |Do not despise the broken veteran, the bowed retainer nor the machine-man! There is no faith stronger, no calling deeper than that of the man who gives all in return for nought but a lifetime of torment. Many ate the servants of the Emperor who have offered up their lives and their souls and have been paid back with pain and deformity. But better the physical scars willingly carned in the cause of hope than those paid for by the heretic-blood of traitors. Better crippled in body than corrupt in mind. ‘As the Emperor sacrificed his humanity for the Future of Mankind. so the Space Marines have sacrificed theirs for the Fate of the Emperor.Of all his servants, the most fearsome and) devoted are | the Emperor’s Space i Marines. _ These mighty i | warriors yearn | for battle, for the clash of |) arms and for | the bloody \ victories they | will win in his Se eee ee eee) etc eee necThere is less than one Space ‘Marine for each world of the “Imperium. Nevertheless they | “ate number enough for the task at hand, They are hel fear” by normal are the ones who have given their humanity to serve. The have sacrificed that which they defend for all others. Behold the Space Marine! Peerless warriors of » galaxy at wat. None can match thei ps None cae match their devotion to the Emperoroan arama ees themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them. They will be of cA EER co) Ae ae Ce remem Ty SEE them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. ome com tte ee eer ie ce will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe will best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity. They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.Tn an age long forgotten, the Emperor forged his greatest weapon Whilst he still walked the worlds of the Imperium as normal men do, fhe made for himself mighty champions. The first and foremost of these great warriors were terrible to behold: Full of determination and violence nothing could stand in their way. And the Emperor sent out these warriors to seek his vengeance and let them wreck Havoc on his foes. ‘And these Space Marines became known as the Emperor's avenging angels of death — and so were born the Dark Angels, Eons pass and now these bringers of doom and destruction still fight CCT Ca EERE MT) Com ue CCU Tce Now they carry with them a stain of the past, of some act or misdeed of which they dare not speak. Only they know of it and only they cam right the ancient wrong. Until then they are now the Unforgiven and all SSeeeee eee eae odaS Seed Pill the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump. Toll the Great Bell Twice! Ae ee eee ae Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing praise to the God of All Machines!There shall come an i Apocalypse. A great war whose ' might and clamour shall dwarf { | all the wars that have come before. A bloodletting to drown the stars. A doom for isihar ase Pa that fis ieranstyis tice Uthingcs oo be |) this Final Battle. Humanity is | te Seeds cere chia: tapas) Humanity is the Progenitor of | Bite Retarca teres The great masses huddle in their hovels, unaware of the war fought on their account, | \ They are ignorant of the Heroes of the Imperium, of | | the millions of Soldiers-at- , Arms and of their terrible sacrifices. To them the Emperor is not a dead husk embalmed on a dark throne in the dank bowels of his Earthly palace. { No, the Emperor is their Lord, their Master and their God. He is their protector and } saviour, Ne i Only he can hold back the ight. Only he offers them safety and succour. It is to Him that they direct their | prayers and it is He they trust not to fail them! The galaxy- -Y spanning Imperium is thus | built on blind faith! | i adeIf. simple, hourglass of sand miéasurcs the passil OF time))cacHfalling) grain marks the de noble warrio# in’ ove war for Mankind’s survivalor the enemy's.The call to arms rings out across the dark void that is the galaxy. Its toll is answered by the iron-willed devotees who are themselves but humble servants of a greater power. Who among the teeming billions of mankind has the strength to answer the call and march to war? Come forth, you mighty warriors, gather under the blood-stained banners and grisly trophies of conquest! Join now the massed throng whose aim is to rid humanity of its blighted fate. To win famous victory on hellish otherworlds. To blast t0 oblivion those fell and disturbed followers of disk paths and twisted hearts. To kill those deviants and aliens who would kill. To do unto others what they would surely do unto them. This is the Great Crusade. The holy. righteous battle aguinst the Night, against the Shadow, against the Terror and against the Chaos. This is the will of the Emperor and this call to arms his final act of service and sacrifice to all Mankind,vAcrosah? tracHless deytheiof Spacton a willion worlds or more, there is only War!matters not. It shall not end in my lifetime, nor in yours. in the Stars? Is it the eternal lot of Man t0 be strickenTo the powers of darkness and despair the universe is a vast and empty place. In this great black void, the human soul is 2 guttering candle. A tiny flickering light that seems to burn fitfully, weakly. But this is a flame that Pee eeeNo duty should be beyond us as we defend the holy truth of the Emperor's canon. Every device will be employed and all human skills exploited to the utmost. There is no shirking from our duty. In these darkest of times we must employ the darkest of methods. We must be vigilant, strong and unyielding lest we weaken our resolve and fracture the faith that bonds us together. We, the brothers and sisters of the great Ecclesiarchy, will fight to the bitter end. We shall not Jet one heretic or traitor stay us from our holy duty. Not one witch or changeling will shock us into meek surrender. Be vigilant, be strong. the Emperor is with us alllBeneath the stone lurks all manner of beast and crawling thing; so it is with the stars. Behind the bright lights hide a multitude of horrors as would disgust and repel the most stout- hearted of men. So it is with determination and unflinching duty we must face those vile and terrible things — for if not us, then who?Inquisitor Tannenberg "3"Black Templars “6” John Blanche}Dark Millennium “8 Geoff TaylorDark Angels “6 Jim BurnsInquisitor Hand “38° Kev Walker8 Kev WalkerChaos Terminator “4 Wayne EnglandWaaagh the Orks! “4¥®" Dave GallagherTHE ENEMY BEYOND Of the Terrors of the Warp, and Foul Servants of Chaos “Behold the man who stands before you, high Inquisitor of the Emperor, my station and my life, Though beneath my mask of iron and my armour of steel [am but a man, But I have a man’s will. The human drive to survive, to fight against the odds, to look death in the eye and stand firm. I have the Emperor’s fortitude to brace me. I have no fear. I am invincible, I can be cut, I canlbe burned, I can be bruised. But I cannot be truly defeared. I may lose my life but I will never lose my soul. Iam one of the Ordo Malleus. If you are human, call ‘me Daemonhunter! If you are of the Warp, call me Death!” From the darkness of eternal night, strange and fearsome entities espy Mankind and his doings. From the shadow realm that is the Warp they plot and plan. Like some nightmarish spider the daemon spins his web of lies and deceit. Many are the unwary realising only too late that they have been snared. Sorry indeed are the bitter souls trapped betwixt the realm of chaos and our bright starlight. Such is the fate of the ultimate Traitors to the cause of Humanity. The Legions of the Warmaster, now consigned to a ten thousand-year penance, have paid heavy price for their turning. They are not alone. Many are the fools who would deal with the devil and are stung in return. What grand jest is it, that the very means of Mankind’s journey to the stars should be the very stuff of his worst nightmares? The Warp! Always there. Always struggling to get out. Only a thought away! The daemon populace ever ready to liberate themselves from that netherworld and take possession of ours. Measured by the years of a man’s life the Imperium is eternal. And so, therefore, must be our vigil. If we slip in our duty the end will surely dawn and an eternity of darkness shall reign. SHUN THE DEVIANT! MARK THE BEAST! lax ff and (Ordo Malleusam ego eR our are its offspring. The Traitor Legions are outsiders, In a pact of blood with their oe ere ee Crt eee ROM tue nm Rate been exiled to a fate worst than many en ee tee teers DN Mets Camo ance Fee eed ee sae re COM tO ee Re Ceee oe ce cee i ke eee aa ear trophy. What a fine line is drawn Da eae sean ee ma Cie aS ee cmd shorn of their humanity, the Space Be Ree OC | _ traitors free only to hate. From the weird Perret en eae Deere ag Re coh Re cay BT ae em nm cl) ace Sag Oka ee cn De me ec Slaves to Darkness. iN Lords of Despair.eos 4Blood /for the, Blood/God!~ V i p=) SS 2 yyWhat mad visionary could dream such a place? What vile intellect could fill it with such horror? Begone foul architecture! Away fell creatures! Disturb not my sleep tonight! Let me eee rae ee ee ReelKHORNE Lord of Murder. God of War. Breaker of Souls.1S. ae a has never seen ‘efor. We bloodletting but we will take our hatedHarken to the Death Rattle of Mankind. Hear the rasping and croaking of the dead and the y dying. I am the Lord of Flics. \ The King of All the Plagues. I am Nurgle and I am the Rot that waits for all Men. SPT Mer Cr Cee (rts MELT coupling. From death springs life, life begets death. My agents are many, from the wriggling maggot FT CMOS ORCAS ZU LL MC the man himself. For men are my greatest agents. They infest world Ya MENT MRSC Tacomme tints they destroy it from within like worms feasting on a corpse. And each time like a cloud of flies Fito ame (ea Xe Mo ETC Ca ole CRU EMC COM CUCL ECS Free eM Cocgs) Co Ceca ny Cc) Cae La could conjure no better plague!LS s NIGHTMARES MADE FLESH. /THE ENEMY WITHOUT Of the Corruption ‘and Foulness of the Alien ‘We have defeated them all. The Scythe, the Lacrymoles, the Orks of Nazdreg and Zogrond, the Helschen Empire, the Traitors of Thren, the Zygo- ) Warriors of Camgia, the terrible Tyrant of Badab, the - Losh, the Killip'rene, the Hellesphere Heretics, the WE haar of Iyanden, the worm-like Drugh, the mind~ eating Demos and Khrave. What threat now casts a shadow at our door? The Tyranids of the Behemoth, the Warriors of Kroot, the leathern-skinned Cratchets, the dread Ambull? Our foes are legion but the Emperor is with us. We bave endured for ten thousand years and shall survive another epoch before he fails us. So speaketh Pamnival Griindvald, Inquisitor, Ordo Xenos, School of Helsig, Trantor of Guarm, Mankind has never been alone amongst the stars. There have ever been the other races of the universe. Itis neither in man’s nature to share his worlds with the aliens nor in theirs to share with man. And so there have always been conflict and wars. An unending series of wars, Wars of annihilation. Wars of ‘genocide. The alien races are an abomination. We must fight them to our last breath; no quarter asked, none given. Even the places of the alien must be abhorred and shunned. Any trace of their being must be erased from the landscape lest its foul taint blight us. ‘Too much blood has been spilled over the centuries for there to ever be a ceasefire or a peace between us. As they mistrust and fear mankind, we revile and hate them. No matter how many we destroy, yet more heretofore ‘unknown aliens appear. As the galaxy wheels towards its final, fateful cataclysm ‘we are doomed to die, our hands locked around each other's throats. Squeezing the life out of each other as the universe dies! BEWARE THE ALIEN! KILL THEM ALL! Gritsdrld Ordo Xenosaliens, vile mutaigts and loathsome dacmonic warp entities all damour for ‘a morsel of flesh or a lick of 0 blood from the great carcass that is the Imperium. asThe great hulking brute that is an Ork is a terrible thing to behold. His leathery green skin is lined with creases and folds like the face of a cliff. His lecring maw is full of sharp. jutting fangs. His beady eyes glow red in the twilight. He has long muscled arms ending with massive clawed hands that can crush a man's skull, And all this allied to a thirst for violence and battle. Fearful indeed! But the Ork is a mockery of a man! A terrible mirror that we must ever hold up to ourselves. Humanity's brutality must forever be measured ‘gainst that of the Ork race!~ Perfidious Eldar! How seductive stan cre (acs CO MET Car glories past. But theirs is the ota acy Cea Wier Cae CT PCRS cros MR tStar Tc Cy mer Mtg are left to sift the dust of a once fabulous realm. For all their SCS Came ME ESSER Tf rol CM Cer mmCO ETC MeL a arta SUM TSM mT Coa rT Cd monsters, of the Shadow. Now. Oi Eee Casas (Orr oo aC galaxy, without proper home, driven to banditry and lost in the night. Why should we; the STS eee a Ae IES Aa them any heed? They can only teach us failure. Trust them not!- Put no faith -in their twisted technology! Let not their silver tongues lead us astray! Theirs is the road to damnation. Our way, ES ru Tae Cy ARMS) as reir rtBO TaN eich on Sete| All the Eldar are untr those which hark from # ‘and vile beyond im fany decent thought. They are most I could be found "twould be to the be left living, Mark the alien well, mm deat Co most dev smorragh. These darkest of the Eldar are pain and piracy. They are without morality or of the Eldar species. If their fabled city if it were purged and not a singl ark Eldar deserve only the j any who cross their path.‘We ate the Carrion Lords.Serve the Emperor today: tomorrow you may be deadFrom beyond the edge of the galaxy these fell creatures invade our Imperium, Vile and corrupt to the core, the Tyranids are anti-life. They have no respect for Man and his achievements, They are all-consuming and relentless. They are endless, a tide that will not, cannot be turned, 2 force that is well-nigh unstoppable. We cannot deal with them using diplomacy and words nor can we likely defeat them in war. We are but a living larder for the Tyranid hive. Our minds stripped bare and our flesh consumed, all that would remain would be a few scattered genes littering their foul devil-bodies. If the Tyranids are truly the future... then we are already dead!A legion of monsters, with slashing claws, blooded fangs and stabbing spines: they swarm across the stars.Serene as Cee a ene Smee renee pene acter a Re eT cm ae ge win but we can try to take as many of hith into the oblivion. eenITH AND GUNS WILL OVERCO!THE FUTURE UNBOUND Of Secret Knowledge, and Truth Disguised The universe is a large and forbidding place, and man s the fool who thinks he can tame it. But the horrors and terrors of the dark night are endless throughout the trackless void. Come hither, scribe and clerk! Look you into the shadow realm of our nightmares and tell of what you see! If words fail you, scratch with your quill a semblance of those dark fears! Put form to the deathly dreams such that we might be forewarned of their coming! Mayhap in the telling and showing, some of the dread power of these macabre visions shall be diluted, or better still dispelled! The hollow space between the stars is as black as tar. Shine forth 2 small beacon of truth to pierce the dark night! A lesson for all is that nothing is certain. Once mankind had hopes fora bright future of conquests, achievements and riches unheard of, All such dreams turn to dust. The universe is a dreadful place. Berter that humanity had stayed on its little muddy rock than travel to the stars. Then perhaps he may have spared us all the stark truth and the pain that is its bedfellow! Woe is man that he unleash such suffering on his descendants. What further ills has the universe to inflict on us? Can the savants, seers and seekers tell us? Has the Tarot foreseen all that Have we exhausted all possible ways to divine the future? How many scribes must toil to scratch their visions ‘onto ancient parchments so that we might catch a glimpse of hope? Or are we to suffer only the pangs of despair as yet more horror is let loose on our dreams? Or does the seeking itself give birth to more insanity than man can live with? THE DARK FUTURE BECKONS! FEAR THE UNKNOWN! lla & é gAS DS dat A OBES ess POSS or IMP.REF: ADMINISTRATUM LITTER/EA 7701322M4iThis is my opportunity to credit all those who have had a role in the develop- ment of the Warhammer 40,000 game and its imagery. If Uhave left anyone out, I'm very sorry! For their support and encouragement — Tom Kirby, Chris Prentice, John Stallard, Robin Dews, Andy Jones & Jon Gillard. To the studio - Gordon Davidson & Jim Butler; and to the 40K development team — Andy Chambers, Jervis Johnson & Gav Thorpe. To the miniature sculptors — Jes Goodwin, Michael Perry, Alan Perry, Ali Morrison, Brian Nelson, Gary Morley, Trish Morrison, Colin Dixon, Dave Andrews, Mark Bedford, Tim Adcock & Chris Fitzpatrick — and Tony Cottrell for his tanks! Introduction by Rick Priestley Original text by Alan Merrett Picture research by Rob Redman Ison 1-94151-000x {GW product code 6004 9900 040 Fst published inthe UX in 2000 by Games Workshop Publishing, ion oad, Lenton Notingham NG7 2WS, UK Destibued by Amalgamated Book Series, Royal Star Arcade, High ‘Sree Maidste, Kent, MEV 1JL- UK ‘Copnight © Gare Workshop Lid 2000. A richts reserved. No part of ‘ha publeaton may be reproduced, stred in a feioval sytem ot transmied in any fom ‘or by any means election, mechanct, Bhotosspying ecorsng or eetwao, wou the po” pores a he publshers ‘Al enwork in al Games Workshop products endl images contained ‘erin have eon produced ete’ in-nousb of 88 Work Tor Fire. Tho ‘copyright inthe arovork ond the images Rt dopets ls the oxcube propo of Gams Workhop Ud To my colleagues ~ Rick Priestley & Alan Merrett, for constant inspiration. 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IB (b. ed. b/g). 48 (al, 49 @. 32 (he de 58 (4 Bd) - Jou Wictty COLOUR PLATES + pages 65, 66, 67 - JouN BLANCHE + page 79 - Pau Bonner + page 71 ~ Ji Burns, pages 74, 75 - Warne ENGLAND + pages 68, 689, 76, 77, 78 (all) - Dave GALLAGHER + pages 70 (all). 80 - GrorF Tavtor pages 72, 73 - Kev WALKER ‘THE ENEMY BEYOND + pages 82 (). 83 (2). 84 (6). 91 - JOHN BLANCHE + pages 82 (1, b). 83 (b). 84 (a). 85, 86 (b, cd). 90 (all) 102 (b/g). 103 - Atsx Born ~ pages 84 (6). 86 (3). 92 (a b/g). 93 100 (2. 12 (4) ~ WaYNe ENGLAND + pages 110 (3 pages 81 (6), 89, 108 - Dave Gattacter + pages 87, 94, 95 - MARK Cpbons + page 88 (b/g). 96 (b/g). 97 (b/g) ~ Jes Gooowin page 101 (a,b c) ~ Des HANLEY pages 86 (b/g), 87 (b/g), 90 (b/g). 9 (b/g). 100 (b/g). 1 (b/g) ~ Nuais Kenneoy + page 98. 99 - IAN Minter + page 100 (b) - ApRiaN Snares pages 81 (3), 104, 105, 106, 107 ~ Key Wate pages 88 (2b ©). 97 (a. bc. d) - JOHN Wictey ‘THE ENEMY WITHOUT 2/9). 120 (all). 122 (a, Be, d, g) ~ JOHN BLANCHE + pages IIL 1M (ab. cd), US (1). 5 (a bc. dc) 17 (), 18. BL 4 ~ Aurx Bown + page 130 (@) ~ Ware EncLaND + pages 109 (a,b). 12-3 (b/g), 17. 18 (al), 123 (b), 126 (4, b), 132 = Dave GaLLacuier + page 129 - Mark Giuons page 12 (2) - Jes Goopwin + page 130 (a) - Des HaNLEY + pages U2 (a), 13 (a. b, c. de 1), IM (b/g). US (b/g). 16 (b/g) - New. Hopcson page U6 (c), 19 (al), 123 (a). 0 (6) = Kam Kormsk page 110 (b) - ADRIAN Swaret + page 121 - Gror Tavtor + pages 124 (b/g) 125 (b/g) = Kev Watker + pages I2 (ab. c), HB CQ). 6 (ab). 122 (6h) - Jou Wictry + page 124 (a) ~ Riciiaro Weicitt ‘THE FUTURE UNBOUND + pages 135 (b). 142-3 (all) - JOHN’ BLANCHE + page M4 ~ Wayne ENGLAND + pages 138-9 (all) ~ Dave GaLtacHer + pages 136-137 (all) - Jes Goonwin + page 135 (a) - Ne. Honoson KEY ~ Pictures are indicated by letters reading across and then down, from top left to bottom right (thus a, b c. etc: b/g means background =~~~ These are the End Times. The Apocalypse. Gotterdammerung. Ragnarok. The Void. Endsong. King of Battles. Jutenborg The Great Conflagration. The Death of Stars. How many names to tell of this warring end? To tell of this violent time when Time itself is smashed asunder?