| The Crippled God | |
|---|---|
| Dramatis Personae | Pagination |
| "He was a soldier" | |
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |
| Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |
| All the takers of my days | |
| Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 |
| Chapter 7 | |
| To charge the spear | |
| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 |
| Chapter 10 | |
| The fists of the world | |
| Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 |
| Chapter 13 | |
| A hand upon the fates | |
| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 |
| Chapter 16 | |
| To one in chains | |
| Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 |
| Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 |
| Your private shore | |
| Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 |
| Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 |
| Epilogue I | Epilogue II |
Once we knew nothing.
Now we know everything.
Stay away from our eyes.
Our eyes are empty.
Look into our faces
and see us if you dare.
We are the skin of war.
We are the skin of war.
Once we knew nothing.
Now we know everything.
Sejaras
The few remaining Bonehunter Marines and Heavies reluctantly consolidate into a few full squads. Deadsmell, a squad healer-mage, is bound to Hood. But Hood is no longer King of High House Death and instead controls the Elder warren of Omtose Phellack. Deadsmell realises that he can now utilise Omtose Phellack despite the presence of the Otataral sword, and uses it to heal Adjunct Tavore.
The other leaders of the allied armies arrive at the Bonehunters' camp for a meeting.