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Honour Paid – A Rejected Black Library Submission

(One of two short stories I submitted to the Black Library last year (the other is being repurposed).  I really like this story, and am very proud of it.  I hope to have the opportunity to write about the Executioners for BL one day)

 

Honour Paid

By Tim Sweeney

They drifted silently toward the end of the world.

Matte black, invisible against the void, the unpowered Thunderhawk Grind-Two-Eight rotated gently along its axis, almost imperceptibly, one downturned wing lifting to allow the passage of a piece of hurtling debris.

Staring at the external sensor display, Veteran-Sergeant Fenan Husq of the Executioners grunted as he saw the twin-headed eagle of the Imperium etched into the detritus flash past, a mere whisper from ripping a hole in the side of the gunship. Read the rest of this entry

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part IV

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part IV

By Tim Sweeney

IV

-againandagainandagainandagainand-

He awoke in the void.  Eyes wide. Veins bulging. Lips drawn back over gritted teeth.

It all came flooding back.  The becalmed courier vessel.  The weeks spent living with brothers from different Legions.

Betrayal. Bloodshed. Death.

And it was all a lie. Read the rest of this entry

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part III

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part III

By Tim Sweeney

III

Virhaddon threw himself backwards, crashing to deck while bringing the pistol up to fire between the knees of his armour.

He watched as the Night Lord seemed to flow to the side, impossibly fast even for a Space Marine, each of Usker’s perfectly aimed shots somehow missing by a hairsbreadth. The Iron Hand did not have another chance to fire as Cerck launched himself through the air to tackle the Loyalist to the deck. Read the rest of this entry

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part II

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part II

By Tim Sweeney

II

‘By the grace of the Phoenician, enough Cerck!’

The Night Lord paid Holcius no mind, kicking an iron shelving unit laden with ammunition, causing it to tumble over as though it weighed nothing. The frame crashed to the deck, accompanied by crunch of flakboard crates and a tinkling cascade of brass shells. Read the rest of this entry

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part I

Heresy Ad Infinitum – Part I

By Tim Sweeney

‘Now,’

With but a single word did Heresy begin.

I

He crouched over the body of the Astropath like a starving predator over fresh-caught prey.  The corpse had come apart in his grip, the soul-bonded psyker as frail in death as she had been in life.

‘By all the fires of Nocturne, what did you do?’ Read the rest of this entry

Fan F(r)iction Volume 2 now posted @ Giant Bomb

The second blog post on my travails as a budding author has now been posted up at Giant Bomb and can be found by clicking on this here sentence!

Character Profile: The ‘Genethief’ Hoight Perron – Corpse Taker and Warlord of the Red Corsairs

(A little piece of insight into how I prepare for writing a new story, this is a character profile for the antagonist that appeared in one of my story submissions to the Black Library.  I will often write these to help me flesh out a character’s personality in my mind.  They aren’t designed to be particularly eloquent, but rather simply to help me picture their traits in my mind and ensure I stay true to who they are.)

Character Profile: The ‘Genethief’ Hoight Perron – Corpse Taker and Warlord of the Red Corsairs

The Red Corsairs Warlord now known as the ‘Genethief’, was formerly Hoight Perron, Corpse Taker (Apothecary) and Arch-Centurion of the Astral Claws. Perron was an accomplished and experienced Apothecary when the Badab Conflict broke out, renowned as an extremely steady and level-headed warrior who spent little time on the battlefield, instead tending predominantly to the Chapter’s neophytes and those brothers who required extensive augmetic surgery to survive.

At the outbreak of the war, all battle-brothers were needed upon the frontlines, and Perron – already old by the standards of most Chapters of the Adeptus Astartes – donned his armour once more. He initially found himself operating with small Astral Claws commands, linking up with the forces of their allies (the Lamenters and Mantis Warriors Chapters, and later the Executioners) to act as a liaison and help to smooth relations between the disparate warriors. Read the rest of this entry

New Blog at Giant Bomb!

Hi all,

I’ve started a new blog over at Giant Bomb entitled ‘Fan F(r)iction’, which is about my growing descent into madness and/or professional writing and a part of the Blog Initiative.

Feel free to duck by and have a read, I would definitely appreciate comments and feedback (as I do with all my writing, fictional or otherwise).

Contact me here, in the thread at Giant Bomb, via Twitter (@TSPSweeney), or any other method you can think of, I really don’t mind.

Cheers,

Tim

Pretty One

(This is a little story to practice writing combat scenes, using a couple of minor characters from some upcoming stuff I am working on.)

Pretty One

by Tim Sweeney

“Well you’re a pretty one, aren’t you?”  said Urska Junn of the Executioners Chapter, his vicious, gap-toothed grin peeking through a fanning beard of coarse black hair

The ork responded with a snarl, thick ropes of saliva hanging from lopsided tusks.  Bizarrely, it wore a uniform of a vaguely Imperial cut, white material showing through the blood and grime of the battlefield.  Both sides of the greenskin’s chest were covered in dozens of crude medals, seemingly made from battlefield detritus, each emblazoned with the symbol of an ork skull and crossed axes.

“You like axes do you, xenos?” Junn continued his taunting.  He raised his own chain-axe, gunning the motor, the jagged teeth growling with their need to rend flesh.  “I like axes too.”

Waaagh!” the Blood Axe boss roared in response.  The greenskin, even taller than the Space Marine, reared back, raising its own weapons to the sky in a  warrior’s display of strength.  It wielded a buzzing chain-axe at least as big as Junn’s own in one hand.  The other was encased in a rusted power claw, the finger-blades crackling with deadly energy.

“Impressive,” grunted Junn as he snapped his bolt pistol up, releasing a burst of explosive shells at the ork’s face.

It must have expected the move, the claw darting up to intercept the shots, the shells detonating harmlessly within the coruscating blue lightning encircling the weapon.  The ork grinned, one of the few beings alive in the galaxy with a smile more hideous than Junn’s own. Read the rest of this entry

News

So the Black Library submissions window has officially closed.  I submitted a pair of short stories for it, which was a lot less content than I had hoped, but also about as much as I expected considering the amount of time it takes to really polish one of these things to a nice, wordy sheen.

I’d just like to take a moment to thank Sam and Tristan for all the help they gave me with editing (and editing [and editing]) the two stories.  I was incredibly happy with how they turned out, and I am still amazed at how both pieces were dragged – kicking and screaming, mind – from the depths of my fragile brain and turned into something actually readable and, dare I say it, actually pretty damn cool.  Your efforts are very much appreciated, and I know I’ve been made a better author just by hearing your criticism and working alongside you guys to improve myself.

Now it’s time to play the waiting game.  BL state that if you don’t hear back within 8 weeks of the window closing, then you ain’t hearing back.  I’m hoping to spend this prolonged bit of nail-biting time on something productive, and in that regard I’ve begun working on a pair of novels (one 40k related, one in a universe of my own devising), plus the usual gamut of insane short stories that will likely never be completed.

I am really hopeful that this could be my shot…but if not, I’ll keep working at it and get there some other way.  One way or another, ya’ll will see my name on the cover of a book someday, guaranteed.

 

- Tim

 

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