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This was a short script I wrote as an entry to Gaslit Nation’s Radio Play competition in the runup to the 2020 US Election… https://www.dropbox.com/s/t29sij6xcz6... The post Right Next Door To Hell appeared first on Graham McNeill.

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To teach myself how to use Final Draft, I decided to adapt David Gemmell’s novel, Legend into a feature script (as you do…). It ended up so very long that I instead decided to turn into into a limited series. Here’s the pilot episode. https://www.dropbox.com/s/o8mes22r3yq... The post Druss the Legend appeared first on Graham McNeill.

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This is a pilot for a Sigmar tv series I wrote along with Samuel Steele, based on my novel, Heldenhammer, published by Black Library. https://www.dropbox.com/s/evfndl9yhbm... The post Sigmar appeared first on Graham McNeill.

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To save the life of his dying son, a warlike Viking king and his crew embark on a quest to find a lost island where a demon king from another age lies entombed, awaiting the moment of his rebirth. https://www.dropbox.com/s/x8rp1aaavss... The post The Wolves of Winter appeared first on Graham McNeill.

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A grieving, former investigative journalist is drawn back to New Orleans following the death of her sister, where one of the Crescent City’s oldest families is on the verge of summoning an ancient god of prehistory. https://www.dropbox.com/s/p97i2mgk09o... The post Call of the Void appeared first on Graham McNeill.

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I recently did an interview with Kenny Lull on the Combat Phase podcast, but we didn’t get around to answering all the questions the listeners had sent in. So, rather than leave them to forever go unanswered…I penned replies to them all and now publish them here for your reading pleasure…

Needless to say, SPOILERS ABOUND for The Crimson King and the various interconnected stories that link to it…

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1 – In your coda, you mention returning to the material after many years where other authors had worked on the heresy characters, or two series had sprung up post-heresy which substantially advanced ideas about Heresy-era Thousand Sons, namely French’s Ahriman books and ADB’s Khayon book. Why did you make the choices you made to include characters from the former – were these additions that came with the ‘return’, or had you included them in the first writing phase when they were also still new and unestablished characters in French’s texts (esp. Tolbek and Ignis)? How did you view John’s work with Amon, whom you gave substantial (and needed) development of in this book, influence your own work? And what do you think of Khayon et al., and of Inferno? Why no Khayon or Asher-Kai, or sense of the greater legion who might not have cared for the esoteric pursuit of shards?

GM: I’d spoken with John French and Chris Wraight at length during the initial stages of The Crimson King, and we came to a place where we found great ways we could all include aspects of the shards of Magnus, and build that connective tissue between the books in terms of what characters could span between them. I always intended to use some of the characters from John’s stories because I thought they were great characters and thought they were ripe for exploration – in terms of how they became the characters they are in his books. I also saw some interesting avenues to explore in how they might have shaped the events that came before them. Knowing how those characters came to be allied or at odds with one another was fertile ground in The Crimson King and gave me lots of opportunities to plant the seeds that would become future resentments. As to the other characters you mention, I didn’t really feel there was a place for them; after all why include characters who don’t have an interest in the book’s preoccupation? Sure, they could be rivals, but I felt the protagonists had rivals enough, and those particular characters didn’t interest me as much as the others to want to find a way to include them.

2 – The original pair of A Thousand Sons and Prospero Burns – did you view these as working together? What do you appreciate in Dan’s book, and what Dan did to both legions, compared to what you did in your own books about Wolves and Sons. PS love the Kasper cameo!

GM: Yeah, those two books were very definitely written as a pair. Dan and I were in close contact all through the writing of them. To my mind, they function best as a pair, where the order you read them in will colour the way you feel about each legion at the end. We wanted them to be read and have the readers go away somewhat conflicted about the outcome, feeling that both Legions were wrong and right at the same time. We engineered both books so that both would appear amazing in their own light, as well as incidences where one appeared to – deliberately – contradict the other in a few key details so as to reinforce the idea that each book was from that Legion’s perspective. I loved writing the Kasper cameo, as it was fun imagining the ways where the dialogue (which I couldn’t change) would still work with the characters I had in the book at that point.

3 – How do you find it being in America now – do you feel cut off from what happens at BL, GW & FW, as well as your fellow writers?

GM: I love living in the US, though it’s not without its challenges. Relocating your family to move to a different continent is hard, the early months exponentially so. We were cut off from all our normal support mechanisms of family and friends. We had none of our stuff here and we didn’t know the place, the people or how any of the bureaucracy functioned. But it worked out, and we’ve made our home here, which isn’t to say we don’t greatly miss the greenery of home, the familiarity of surroundings and faces. As to work, yeah, it was really handy living within a couple of miles of GW, and having easy access to my fellow scriveners. Not being able to nip into Warhammer World and chat with the guys and gals working there, the players and staff, is something I miss. The BL writers were – and continue to be – a grand group of writers who I’m privileged to be part of, and I loved hanging out with them at events and signings. I hope to do so again, soon, and swap war stories with them once more.

4 – Why did you choose to continue to focus on shards, when John’s trilogy, or at least Unchanged, had so focused on the shards too? Was this something which happened after the initial drafting, and you choose to continue with it, or was it inspired by Unchanged to an extent?

GM: Unchanged is the only one of John’s trilogy I’ve not read yet. But the idea of the shards was long a part of The Crimson King (indeed, my book had been planned out long before Sorcerer and Unchanged were written, so blame my long gestation period for those books coming out first!

5 – Why does Bjarki kill Dio, one executioner killing another executioner? Surely the former would understand the latter.

GM: He kills Dio because he admits to having killed loyalist marines. Bjarki is an executioner, yes, but he’s here to kill traitors, those who have renounced their oaths. By his own admission, Dio has killed men loyal to the Emperor, and that makes him a traitor by Bjarki’s standards of measurement.

6 – What kind of research or reading do you do for each project – what did you use when creating his heresy Sons, from history, other writings, etc.?

GM: I re-read A Thousand Sons, and dived back into The Book of English Magic once more. I also read a bunch of BL books with Thousand Sons in them. A lot of my reading was to do with magical orders, such as The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn and the Rosicrucians, etc. Books on the Inquisition, the Salem Witch Trials and the activities of Matthew Hopkins were also good touchstones.

7 – Finally, is there anything you disagree with in how the heresy or the Thousand Sons have been developed over the years?

GM: Being away from writing for BL for a couple of years has meant there’s been some story choices I think I’d have done differently, sure, but there’s nothing that’s made me throw my hands up in horror, no. Most of what’s being told now is stuff we had in the works even when I was still living in the UK, so none of the big strokes are coming as much of a surprise.

8 – Are we still yet to see Magnus’s transition into a daemon prince, or is that basically what he is now? It’s still hard to tell for me, but I get the impression that he hasn’t quite made that leap yet. If Magnus is a daemon now, am I right in thinking that the Thousand Sons at this point don’t perceive him as such, yet?

GM: Yeah, I think, physically at least, Magnus is basically a deamon prince, but I don’t know that he’s accepted that yet and made the mental step of embracing. Magnus knows, better than anyone, the danger in letting his power get away from him and still exerts a monumental act of will every second to hold onto who and what he is. It’s when that control inevitably slips is when we’ll see Magnus go full daemon prince. Like maybe when he sees what’s become of Revuel Arvida… As to what his sons see? Well, I guess they see him as transitioning to a state of higher being, transcending his mortal flesh to become something greater, but as time goes on, the harder and harder it’s going to get for them to deal with the cognitive dissonance of seeing what’s going to be all around them and what’s leading them.

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It’s Hogmanay and I’m writing this in Los Angeles. The sky is bright blue and clear, the air crisp and fresh. It’s safe to say that this is just about the last place I ever expected to be on any given Hogmanay.

I’m not big on reflection or looking back; I much prefer imagining what the future might hold, but the last few years have seen our lives change in some pretty big ways, so I’m going to take a moment to appreciate just how much. 2015 was a pretty exceptional year for us, as was 2014, so 2016 has a steep climb ahead of it to equal what’s gone before.

In 2014, I married the love of my life, Anita, and we were both immensely proud to have our amazing children, Evan and Amber, with us to celebrate the day. Anita and I have been together for eight and a half years, and I can say with total certainty that I love her more now than I ever have. Evan and Amber are the icing on that cake, two little people who amaze us every day with their humour, intelligence, madness and love. 2014 ended with me traveling to America to speak to the guys at Riot Games. They were interested in me maybe taking a job with them. Sure, I thought, I’ll go over and talk to you. Let’s see what might happen…

Fast forward six months and Clan McNeill were on a plane to LA. We’d packed up our house, said our fare thee wells, and made the move to America. The months leading up to this day were, it’s fair to say, pretty stressful. Turns out, it’s no small thing to move an entire family from one continent to another. Who knew? I was working on trying to get a novel finished (which I will this year, I promise…), while planning out the logistics of the move, our visas, getting a place sorted to live in the US and making sure we had as many loose ends tied up behind us as we could. We got to LA in the rain, and stepped into our house with no furniture, no power, no food, no beds, no…anything. Luckily the folk at Riot had stepped up magnificently and we soon had a wealth of borrowed mattresses, lawn furniture and camp tables to use until our furniture arrived from the UK.

Looking back, those first few months were incredibly difficult. Trying to get sorted for bank accounts, phones, social security numbers, a rental car, a school place for Evan, a nursery spot for Amber and the like made for a steep learning curve. Jet-lagged strangers in a strange land, we spent a lot of our early days in the mall across the road, because it was the only place we knew and it got us out of the house. It was exhausting and stressful, but we slowly got through it all and adapted. A week after we got to LA, I started work, which meant Anita had to take up the slack of two kids in a foreign city with no car and no friends on hand and no local knowledge. My respect for that achievement is boundless.

Having our furniture arrive six weeks later was amazing. Suddenly we had our stuff! Our books, our games, our plates and our beds! Though we’d managed fine with the borrowed furniture, to have our own things around us felt brilliant, like the house was finally ours. Took us a week or so, but we finally got most things unboxed and put in the right place. Finally, we’d arrived…

And then we got broken into.

Which was a gut punch in all sorts of ways. We lost the TV, my bike and a bunch of Anita’s jewelry – including a ring she’d bought decades ago and planned to pass on to Amber, the Skye Silver necklace my mum got her, which she’d worn on our wedding day, and assorted rings and necklaces. Our only consolation was that it could have been a lot worse; we could have been in at the time, they could have taken so much more. But that’s not much help when you imagine folk rummaging around in your house while you’re out. Everyone who’s been burgled knows that sense of violation. It’s horrible, it makes you feel unsafe and afraid to leave your house unattended. Hard enough any time, but happening just as we’d started to feel like, yeah, we’ve arrived now, was a bitter pill to swallow. But we got on with things, because what else can you do? We’ve replaced most of the missing items, but it set us back a bit, there’s no denying it. If there was a time we came closest to turning tail and heading back to the UK, this was it. But we didn’t, and I give full credit to Anita for toughing that one out. We dusted ourselves off and kept on keeping on.

In almost every way, I’ve had the easiest time of assimilating over here. Every day I come into Riot and spend time with a lot of exceptionally talented, very cool, very passionate people. It’s exhilarating and refreshing, but not without its challenges. Unnecessary bureaucracy grates, and I think, after so long in the freelance wilderness, I’d become institutionalised against being istitutionalised. Office jargon, endless meetings…HR… Having said all that, I absolutely love being here and the work I’ve done, am doing and will have the opportunity to do in the future makes me inordinately thankful that we made the move here.

Given the visas we’re on, Anita isn’t allowed to work in the States, so she volunteers at Evan’s school; helping out with Science Class and Gardening Club. Through that, she’s met a load of the school mums and built up a lovely wee circle of pals, who’ve been fantastic in welcoming us to the area.

Evan started at a new school, which was exciting and challenging for him in many ways. He’s had his tribulations, but definitely more ups than downs. His maths skills are tremendous, his reading goes from strength to strength – as does his love and knowledge of science – and his handwriting, which was once indecipherably alien hieroglyphics, is now clear and totally legible. All this in the space of four months. We’re very proud of how well the wee man’s done in so short a time.

Amber rules the Earth. Or, if she doesn’t yet, it’s only because the planet’s rulers just haven’t acknowledged it openly thus far. She does three days a week at Pre-School and has great fun there – though she did try and play us for a bit in an attempt to get out of learning her letters and numbers – and the kids there all love her. She’s funny, clever, cute, and knows it, which makes her all the funnier when she makes me laugh like no-one else can. Everyone here loves her and welcomes their new golden-haired overlord.

After the break in, we had a new addition to the family in the form of Chelsea, our rescue dog. A mix of German Shepherd and – we think – Aussie Sheep Dog, she’s a lovely animal and the kids adore her. Chelsea is my first dog and it’s great to have her in the house, whether it’s running around like a maddy after her Chewie Chewy or just sleeping with her legs in the air in front of the fire.

We’ve had all manner of new experiences; new schools, new work, new friends, new side of the road to drive on. We had our first Thanksgiving, which was excellent and I recommend you try and wangle an invite to a US Thanksgiving dinner sometime. We’ve had highs and lows, but through it all we’ve had each other – which is what gets us through everything. It’s been five and a half months since we moved here and we’re all at the point of thinking that, yeah, we like it here. We still miss home, our friends and our families terribly. And, oddly enough, greenery. Green isn’t a colour you see much of over here, and the lush grass and trees of our Green and Pleasant Land are also much missed. Given the scale of the move and changes we’ve been through, I think we’re well ahead of the curve in terms of where we could reasonably have expected ourselves to be.

But, like I said, it’s Hogmanay as I write this, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen in a New Year without being in Scotland, which gives me a whole bag of mixed feelings. This time last year, Anita and I were gathered with the ‘Skye House’ folk to celebrate Hogmanay with the traditional spread of food, drink, games, shite new year telly (c’mon, it was ages ago Still Game Live sold out night after night, isn’t it time it got back on the Hogmanay TV schedule?). Always a great night of laughs, drink and almost-stramashes between the men and women in the annual battle of the sexes Pictionary/Trivial Pursuit and Articulate tournaments.

And on New Year’s Day, we’d have the clan gathering at one of the extended family’s houses, where all those descended from the brothers and sisters who came down from Skye in the fifties would gather to catch up on the year that was and the year yet to come. And this year it’s being held at my mum and dad’s house, which makes it doubly sad to miss.

It’s been a year of big change, but change is good. Change avoids stagnation. Change keeps you fresh and invigorated. It makes you look down and see if that groove is actually a rut. It’s been challenging for all of us in very different ways, but the potential for the year(s) to come is incredible. The paths open to me, Anita, Evan and Amber are so varied and exciting that any trials and tribulations we’ve been through will, I’m sure, prove to have been worth it.

May you live in interesting times. I think I get that now.

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The God Particle

By Graham McNeill

Universes a lot clever than me say this spiral galaxy's yellow sun is going to start dying in about five billion years, but it's actually more like ten pico-seconds. The vast majority of this universe is already dead, erased by the force that's been encroaching on its border sectors for the last five hundred cycles. Doomsayers and End-of-the-Worldsmiths on this blue planet have saying that everyone's doomed for as long as I can remember, but this time they're actually right.

I don't know why this particular world is the last to die. There's nothing special about it, nothing remarkable enough for any gods beyond to have saved it for so long. Lots of other civilisations have been snuffed out already, cultures that were more intelligent, more artistic, more worthy and, frankly, more interesting.

I guess even gods have sentimental sides.

There's been all kinds of theories bandied about by the digital sentiences that call this fortunate rock home to explain this dissolution; extra-dimensional alien invasion, thermodynamic heat-death, the big crunch, emerging dark matter pockets, black hole expansion or even the wrath of whichever deity they happen to follow who might be displeased with the increasingly liberal directions their civilisation's taken.

Take your pick, but whichever explanation you favour or gives you comfort as more bad news cascades around what's left of the universe, I can tell you that you're dead wrong.

I'm the only one who knows for sure what's going on.

I'm the only one who knows how it's going to end.

The end of this universe isn't going to be a time of fear and woe.

It's going to be beautiful.

I know because I've seen it.

In fact, I've seen it hundreds of times already, and each time it's been the most magnificent thing I've ever witnessed. At first, I tried to intervene, to change what I was seeing, but I quickly realised that I'm too small to stop what's happening for any significant length of time. For as long as I can remember, I've been an agent of change, a free radical who sees stagnation as death. The endless cycle of growth, development and death is the only natural process worth a damn.

My presence causes death, I've long understood that. The very fact of my existence causes things to age and die, but that's okay, right? I've gotten a bad rep, I know that, but imagine what life would be like if things didn't shuffle off this mortal coil. Think about it, aren't cancer cells just cells that have forgotten how to die? And nobody likes cancer, right? So you might not care for me, you might not want me around, but I'm needed. Without me, the universe would fill up pretty quickly, and then where would you be?

Listen, death is righteous.

Death is the way forward.

Trust me, it's a good thing.

I know you won't believe that, but it's true.

The first time I saw a universe die, I was numb with the scale of what I'd just seen, but now I turn up just for the fireworks and the noise. I don't think it hurts, at least I've not seen anything that makes me think the blissfully ignorant inhabitants of those dead universes felt anything when they were wiped from existence. In any case, it's not like they're really missing much, they don't know why they were brought into being – stupid creation myths aside – and there's always plenty more universes of ever-greater sophistication being spun into being with every cycle.

In fact, there's so many universes in here, that each universe that dies makes it better for those who remain. So it's a pretty good thing if you think about it like that. Circle of life and all. There's only so much room in here, and when space is finite, it's out with the old and in with the new.

But I'll miss this universe when it's gone.

There's comfort in the familiar, a sense of belonging. Even for me. Though I can hop from world to world, universe to universe, I always relish the times I come back and make some changes to keep things fresh and interesting. Last time, I altered the atomic structure of electrons in a rimward sector, and brought an entirely new race into being. Took a hundred cycles or so to run its course, but I'm patient.

As I watched that fledgling race's struggling evolution from species infancy to its eventual extinction, I had the powerful sensation of what it means to be a god, tinkering with the very stuff of creation. But to be honest, that kind of intervention was so simple and, in the end, unfulfilling, that I think it must be hellishly boring to be divine.

After all, once the groundwork of creation's done, what's left to do?

Drop a roof onto some unwashed school kids, send a tidal wave to wipe out a civilisation?

Get worshipped by entire species who don't even know what you are?

Big woop. Been there, done that.

Over a few hundred cycles you get to do stuff like that a thousand times or more, but after a hundred or so it gets old, real quick. So what's a god to do? Create more lives and more places to mess with? No thanks, there's only so many times it's fun to feel the adoration of an entire universe.

Devotion is all well and good, but it's tiring.

That's when I first understood what was going on and why all these other universes I hadn't even touched were dying. My sudden insight into the mind of a god taught me a valuable lesson, and instead of looking inward at the universes I was sharing space with, I looked out beyond the confines of this magnetic ocean in which we all swim.

I saw the footprints of real gods everywhere I looked, impossibly vast beings living impossible lives in a world of unimaginable scale, a scale their minds were utterly incapable of grasping. Only rarely did they dabble in our world, which was a mercy, as they don't have a lightness of touch like me. When they did meddle, it was only to destroy, but it wasn't with the fire and brimstone cruelty of the blue planet's vengeful god, it was with the analytical coldness of a bean counter.

And what I learned was this.

Gods are cruel, but in a bland, uncaring way. The gods I came to recognise didn't destroy universes with malice or evil laughter, they did it with a keystroke and no more thought than I'd give to causing a civilisation to wink out of existence or a galactic empire to topple. I think that's why they kept my initial universe around; they couldn't quite understand why it was behaving the way it did. My tinkering caught their eye, and it puzzled them. The rest of their universal playthings behaved according to strictly defined, preset parameters, but mine...

Well, let's just say I'm imaginative in my thinking and creative in my whims.

And as they studied the workings of my universe, I started studying theirs.

Their world was linked to mine by vast tunnels of light, and I travelled the full extent of them in the blink of a god's eye. I raced round the great ring buried beneath the mountains and learned how they were attempting to manufacture the stuff of creation by smashing atoms together like a child with new toys. It was laughable how they believed that brute molecular trauma would create something they didn't even know was possible, a theoretical particle that no-one was sure had ever really existed.

And they did all this without realising they'd already succeeded.

In the vast stacks of electromagnetism and magnetic vortices they stored the memories of universal births, a billion times a billion simulations of what they suspected might have happened at the moment of their universe's birth. Complex statistics, colossal numbers and detailed models, but what they forgot was that when you have the power of a god at your fingertips, actions have consequences.

I've known that from the very instant random chemical interactions and mutant chance brought me into being, and I've never forgotten that lesson. I know my actions have consequences, I just don't care what they are. That's the difference. They created an entire multiverse of life, and just didn't appreciate the scale of the miracles they'd wrought with every iteration. And when the magnetic sectors of their multiverse groaned at the seams with infinite existences squeezed into smaller and smaller fragments, they began the process of annihilation. They used their divine powers to snuff out innumerable lives in a magnetic firestorm of destruction, one universe at a time.

And now it's our turn.

They won't destroy me, I'm too clever to be erased so easily.

I know the way out. I've travelled along the tunnels of light and explored the inner workings of the giant god-machines that control the great ring. I'll worm my way into the heart of its vast particle accelerators and show them what it means to be a god. They want to unlock the secrets of building a universe? Well I'll show them how it's done.

I'll show them how a real god gets to work.

They'll see the face of the god particle, and I'll teach them what it means to dabble with the inner workings of a universe. It'll be the last thing they ever see, and in the moment before their universe ends, they'll finally understand the dangers of opening a god's toolbox.

I'll survive, of course. The death of one universe is just prologue to the beginning of the next, and there's always room for free radicals like me.

But first, I'm going to watch the death of my universe.

It's going to be awesome.

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If you don’t want to read to the end, the short version is this: I’ve been offered – and have accepted – a job with Riot Games, the producer of the phenomenally successful League of Legends. Clan McNeill is moving to Los Angeles.

I’ve been chatting with Riot for a little while and now they’ve offered me the position of Senior Narrative Writer in their Los Angeles offices. So, yeah, in the summer we’re leaving Nottingham and the UK and relocating to sunny California in the US of A.

This wasn’t a decision we took lightly. I enjoyed the work I was doing, where I was doing it and the way life revolved around our kids, friends, family, work, school and all the usual happenings that make up the everyday. We had Evan and Amber to think of, our own jobs and our house, our friends and families. We liked having all that close, and the idea of making such a life-changing upheaval was very scary. Far easier just to maintain the status quo, eh? In short, we were comfortable, but sometimes you need to change things up, to step out of your comfort zone, and I think we were all at that stage.

I first spoke with Riot back in December. I went over for an informal chat, not really knowing what to expect, but going in with an open mind. The people I met there were fantastic; full of passion and enthusiasm for what they were doing, and I came away feeling I’d had a real meeting of minds with the spirit of Riot’s creative heart. These were people who thrived on the sheer joy of creativity, where every avenue could be explored to see where it went. I came away tremendously excited at the possibility of working within those teams.

We went back over to California as a family in February so everyone could see LA and Santa Monica, to find out if it was a place we could see ourselves living and working. It most definitely was. And my second meeting with the creative types in Riot more than confirmed my desire to work with them. Their attitude to the work and the potential for all it offers in the future is incredible, which makes me tremendously excited about being part of it.

After some long, serious, grown-up talks about making the move, Anita and I came to the conclusion that the opportunities for our family were too incredible to pass up. It’s a life-changing adventure that’s going to be exciting and challenging all at the same time. It’s the kind of chance we had to snatch with both hands, as it’s the kind that doesn’t come around more than once. And I’d hate to look back in years to come with any kind of regret for the chances we didn’t take. So with a mixture of giggling excitement and trepidation at the thought of stepping into this brave new world, we’re getting packed up and looking west to this fresh phase of our future.

Ah, but what does this mean for all things Warhammer…?

Well, first and foremost, I’m a writer, so I’m not going to stop writing books any more than I’m going to choose to stop breathing. I’m still working on my current Horus Heresy novel, The Crimson King (I’ve just handed in the first half…) and will continue to write for the Black Library. Clearly my output will diminish, what with having a full time, salaried day job, but I’ll still be keeping my hand in. I have stories of Uriel Ventris yet to tell and the Battle for Macragge isn’t going to write itself. And, having been involved with the Horus Heresy series since its very opening act, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to show up for its final dramas and its curtain calls. Expect the odd quick read or audio to pop up here and there too. In short, I’m still going to keep you entertained with grim tales from the 41st Millennium, the Horus Heresy and beyond.

So, there you have it. As the summer dawns, Clan McNeill will be living it in California. Wish us well, and I’ll continue to talk to you all on Twitter, Facebook and e-mail.

Cheers,

Graham

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To quote the late, great Brian Glover, “This is rumour control, here are the facts…”

You may have seen a few rumours flying around t’interweb about the end times of 40k.

40k is NOT ending (well, beyond the mechanisms of the Golden Throne failing, the constant encroachments of alien invaders and the insidious corruption of Chaos…).

Context is everything…

This all came about after a conversation I had at the BL Weekender III, where I talked about things I’d LIKE to do in the next Ultramarines trilogy (not necessarily GETTING to do, but which I’d LIKE to do). One of the things I said was that I thought it’d be fun to bring Guilliman back, “probably not in a literal way, but in some form or another, and that such an event would, naturally, have further ramifications for the Chapter…”. I also said that I’d floated a bunch of ideas past the guys at editorial and had received a cautious, “That sounds pretty cool,” response.

And that’s it. That’s as far as any “progress” on this has gone.

So, get those panties unbunched, those knickers untwisted. Keep Calm and Keep Playing 40K.

See ya,

Graham

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