In the nightmare future of Warhammer 40,, the galaxy-spanning Imperium is riven with dangers. In the Chaos-infested Sabbat system, Imperial Commissar. The Gaunt’s Ghosts (Novel Series) is a Black Library series written or edited by Dan Abnett following the adventures of the Tanith First and Only Imperial Guard. Gaunt’s Ghosts: The Founding [Dan Abnett] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. This omnibus edition of the first three Gaunt’s Ghosts novels.
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In the Chaos-infested Sabbat system, Imperial Commissar Gaunt must lead his men through as much in-fighting amongst rival regiments as against the forces of Chaos. First and Only is an epic saga of planetary conquest, grand ambition, treachery and honour. Paperbackpages. Gaunt’s Ghosts 1Warhammer 40, To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about First and Onlyplease sign up.
See all 3 questions about First and Only…. Lists with This Book. May 29, Carmen rated it liked it Recommends it for: There’s nothing feeble about my moral line. That’s why I fight to protect it. I mourn every man I lose and every sacrifice I make. One life or a billion, they’re all lives.
I have never played Warhammer 40k, I have never watched it being played, I never had a man who was into Warhammer40k — my usual way of brushing my fingertips against the ga “Give any man the power of a god, and you better hope he’s got the wisdom and morals of a god to match.
I have never played Warhammer 40k, I have never watched it being played, I never had a man who was into Warhammer40k — my usual way of brushing my fingertips against the gaming world. I went into this book with NO knowledge, no background and no preconceived notions.
I picked this up entirely on a whim. We’ll cover the good and the bad and the ugly, but first a run-down. Something insidious and appalling was blistering inside the sack of his skin.
He rose, first from the hips and then to his feet. By the time he was standing, he was twice human size, his uniform and skin splitting to accommodate the twisting, enlarging skeletal structure that was transmuting within him.
Corbec didn’t want to look. He didn’t want to see the bony thing which was erupting from Drayl’s flesh. Watery blood and fluid spat from Drayl as the Chaos infection grew something within him, something that burst out and stepped free of the shredded carcass that it had once inhabited. The Emperor is like God. Everyone uses his name abnet we would use God’s.
He rules the universe. He is conquering the universe world by world.
Our protagonist works for the Emperor, he is Commissar Ibram Gaunt. Gaunt leads a regiment of about 2, men from the dead world of Tanith. I fear something terrible has happened.
Gaunt’s Ghosts: The Anarch
Gaunt leads them, but he is not Tanith. They are depicted as crazy, corrupted, evil, and often drive men working for the Emperor to cannibalize each other, go crazy and murder each other, hallucinate, etc.
Okay, that’s basically it. Let’s break it down. I highly enjoyed his writing and his descriptions.
His environmental descriptions especially of alien worlds and his descriptions of fights are also pretty great. The night sky was matt and dark, like the material of the fatigues they wore, day after day. The dawn stabbed in, as silent and sudden as a knife-wound, welling up a dull redness through the black cloth of the ghoshs. Eventually the sun rose, casting raw amber light down over the trench lines. The dqn was big, heavy and red, like a rotten, roasted fruit. Dawn lighting cracked a thousand kilometres away.
Gaunt’s Ghosts – Wikipedia
Gaunt was dressed now in his full dress uniform and cap, the camo-cloak of his adopted regiment swirling about his shoulders, his face a mask of bellowing rage.
In one hand he held his bolt pistol and ghhosts the other his chainsword, which whined and sang in the early morning air. Now they are on us and we must fight! Hold the line and hold your fire until they come over the mud wall! Caffran felt a rejoicing in his soul. The commissar was with them and they would succeed, no matter the odds. Then something closed down his world with a vibratory shock that blew mud up into the air and seemed to separate his spirit from his body.
The section of trench had taken a direct hit. Dozens of men were dead. Caffran lay stunned in the broken line of duckboards and splattered mud.
A hand grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled him up. Blinking, he looked up to see the face of Gaunt. Gaunt looked at him with a solemn, yet inspiring gaze. Gaunt wrenched Caffran back to his feet. Do you want to live forever? But Ibram Gaunt knew what they had said. Weapons blazing, Gaunt’s Ghosts went over the top and blasted their way towards glory, death or whatever else awaited them in the smoke. It’s very Conan the Barbarian, I understand that. But the fights — even the space fights!
Abnett also has great conversations between the characters. He would not lose face before these walking flesh-worms. D Flesh-worms referring to humans, of course, otherwise it wouldn’t be nearly as funny. It stung, ached, throbbed. Don’t get drawn in. Do you know something, Ibram Gaunt?
No one had spoken to him ghoshs such paternal authority since the last time he had been in gohsts company of his Uncle Dercius.
Dorden turned back, wiping the tools on sheets of white lint.
First and Only (Gaunt’s Ghosts, #1) by Dan Abnett
I – I’m speaking out of turn. Zoren had ordered his men to set lasweapons for maximum discharge. He hoped colonel-Commissar Gaunt would forgive the extravagance, but the Jantine heavy troops wore notoriously thick armour. LOL But as I said, it takes a while for this to build up. In the beginning you are not going to care about anyone.
Abnett isn’t as skilled as some other sci-fi authors in this. Another good point is the story is comprehensible and interesting enough.
I was afraid I wouldn’t understand any of it and that the endless war would bore me, but I think Abnett does well with plotting. If you do not enjoy reading about battles, people dying in horrible ways all the time, and the filth and stink of battle, this is not going to make you happy.
It’s not exactly pleasant.
Ibram Gaunt leapt down into the trench and broke the neck of the first Shriven he met with his descending boots. The chainsword screamed in his fist and as he reached the duckboards of the enemy emplacement he swung it left and right to cut two more apart in drizzles of blood.
Another charged him, a great curved blade in his hand. Gaunt raised his bolt pistol and blew the masked head into vapour. This was the thickest fighting Gaunt and his men had encountered on Fortis, caught in the frenzied narrows of the enemy trenches, sweeping this way and that to meet the incessant advance of the Shriven.
Pinned behind the commissar, Brin Milo fired his own weapon, a compact automatic handgun that the commissar had given him some months before. He killed one – a bullet between the eyes – then another, winging him first and then putting a bullet into his upturned chin as he flailed backwards.
This was the horror of war that he had always dreamt of, yet never wished to see. Passionate men caught against each other in a dug out hole three metres side and six deep. The Shriven were monsters, almost elephantine with the long, nozzled gas masks sewn into the flesh of their faces. Their body armour was a dull industrial green and rubberised.