Nick Frichette

Descent of Angels is, in a lot of ways, the first divergence of the Horus Heresy series. While the first four books are a part of the core inciting incident of the Heresy, the fifth is a look inside the mind of one of the key players, the sixth is an entirely different type of story.

In book 6 we are placed into the shoes of a lowly recruit for The Order, which will one day become the Dark Angels we know and love. This book covers their backstory and introduction to the Imperium. If you are a die hard Dark Angels fan, you may enjoy it. If you are not, you probably won’t.

in my experience the first 50% was an absolute slog. The pacing was slow, the plot didn’t really go anywhere. Around the 50% mark, the story picked up with some intrigue, combat, and resolution (although, to be blunt, there is clearly a sequel coming with that ending).

it’s hard to recommend this to readers interested in the Dark Angels because you could just as easily skim the wiki page and learn everything you need to know. There is no additional depth gained from reading a few hundred pages about it.

If you’re trying to read the “core” plot of the Horus Heresy, skip this one.

Fallen Angels reunites readers with the Dark Angels Legion, the stoic sons of the enigmatic Lion El’Jonson, at a moment of quiet fracture. Lee brings welcome urgency and clarity to a story split across two theaters: Caliban, the Legion’s increasingly unstable home world, and the greater galactic war where loyalties begin to fray. The prose moves with the confidence of a writer more at ease in this mythic world than his predecessor, Mitchell Scanlon, and the result is a brisker, sharper narrative.

While Descent was largely a parochial coming-of-age tale, Fallen Angels throws its characters into the moral furnace of civil war. There’s betrayal, ambition, and the weight of choices made in darkness; hallmarks of the Heresy series at its best. A standout is the novel’s portrayal of Luther, once sidelined, now rendered with tragic pathos as his disillusionment with the Imperium deepens.

And yet, for all its improvements and martial drama, Fallen Angels suffers from a familiar sin among Heresy entries: dispensability. Though entertaining, it occupies a cul-de-sac in the wider narrative. Key revelations about the Dark Angels’ schism are hinted at but never fully realized, and the novel’s events ripple only faintly through the rest of the series. For those deeply invested in the lore of Caliban and its doomed sons, it’s a rewarding read. For others, it may feel like a detour from more consequential campaigns.

Still, in a series as vast and intricate as the Horus Heresy, not every tale must bear the weight of destiny. Fallen Angels may not shift the stars, but it holds its sword steady—and sometimes, that’s enough.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bin (Just not that important to the overall narrative)

In A Thousand Sons, Graham McNeill takes a corner of the Warhammer 40,000 universe often shrouded in infamy and dusts it off with tragic clarity. This is not a tale of monsters or madness, at least not at first. Instead, McNeill crafts a deeply personal and intellectually ambitious narrative that traces the downfall of the Thousand Sons Legion and their enigmatic primarch, Magnus the Red; a figure who, unusually among his kind, is portrayed not merely as a demigod of war but as a father who genuinely loves and cherishes his sons.

Magnus is rendered with surprising tenderness, a scholar-general who values knowledge and enlightenment in a universe hostile to both. Through his eye and those of his favored son, Ahzek Ahriman, McNeill gives us a rare perspective: the slow, aching erosion of idealism. Ahriman, destined to become one of the setting’s most notorious villains, is here portrayed as thoughtful, loyal, and ultimately tragic. The novel reminds us that many of the great evils in history are not born from malice, but from noble intentions led astray. Ahriman’s journey is of belief carried too far, untethered from restraint.

The central theme of A Thousand Sons is hubris, not the cartoonish kind, but the quieter, more insidious form born of brilliance unchecked. Magnus and his legion do not fall screaming into heresy; they walk into it with open eyes, convinced they know better. Their arrogance is all the more heartbreaking because it is understandable. They do not seek power for its own sake, but knowledge, clarity, and perhaps even salvation. That their path leads to damnation is a testament to how little room the Imperium has for nuance, and how quickly the line between defiance and treason can blur.

Nowhere is that tension more exquisitely drawn than in McNeill’s depiction of the Council of Nikaea, a tribunal that effectively bans the use of psychic powers across the Imperium. The scene crackles with ideological conflict, political maneuvering, and philosophical weight. It is a pivotal moment not just for the novel, but for the larger Heresy mythos, a clear fracture point where hope is silenced in favor of orthodoxy. McNeill handles it not as exposition but as drama, and the consequences that follow feel not only inevitable but deeply unjust.

What sets A Thousand Sons apart from many entries in the sprawling Horus Heresy series is its willingness to dwell in moral ambiguity. It does not seek to vindicate the traitors, but it does demand that we understand them. The book pulses with moments that matter. These are characters worth caring about, even as they doom themselves.

In lesser hands, this story could have been a checklist of lore beats. Instead, McNeill delivers something more literary, more mournful. A Thousand Sons is a tragedy written in stardust and fire, where every act of love carries the seeds of catastrophe. It is a work of science fiction that asks not how power is wielded, but why. For longtime fans or newcomers seeking to grasp the heart of the Heresy, this novel is not merely recommended. It is essential.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bolter (Important to the core plot)

In A Thousand Sons, Graham McNeill takes a corner of the Warhammer 40,000 universe often shrouded in infamy and dusts it off with tragic clarity. This is not a tale of monsters or madness, at least not at first. Instead, McNeill crafts a deeply personal and intellectually ambitious narrative that traces the downfall of the Thousand Sons Legion and their enigmatic primarch, Magnus the Red; a figure who, unusually among his kind, is portrayed not merely as a demigod of war but as a father who genuinely loves and cherishes his sons.

Magnus is rendered with surprising tenderness, a scholar-general who values knowledge and enlightenment in a universe hostile to both. Through his eye and those of his favored son, Ahzek Ahriman, McNeill gives us a rare perspective: the slow, aching erosion of idealism. Ahriman, destined to become one of the setting’s most notorious villains, is here portrayed as thoughtful, loyal, and ultimately tragic. The novel reminds us that many of the great evils in history are not born from malice, but from noble intentions led astray. Ahriman’s journey is of belief carried too far, untethered from restraint.

The central theme of A Thousand Sons is hubris, not the cartoonish kind, but the quieter, more insidious form born of brilliance unchecked. Magnus and his legion do not fall screaming into heresy; they walk into it with open eyes, convinced they know better. Their arrogance is all the more heartbreaking because it is understandable. They do not seek power for its own sake, but knowledge, clarity, and perhaps even salvation. That their path leads to damnation is a testament to how little room the Imperium has for nuance, and how quickly the line between defiance and treason can blur.

Nowhere is that tension more exquisitely drawn than in McNeill’s depiction of the Council of Nikaea, a tribunal that effectively bans the use of psychic powers across the Imperium. The scene crackles with ideological conflict, political maneuvering, and philosophical weight. It is a pivotal moment not just for the novel, but for the larger Heresy mythos, a clear fracture point where hope is silenced in favor of orthodoxy. McNeill handles it not as exposition but as drama, and the consequences that follow feel not only inevitable but deeply unjust.

What sets A Thousand Sons apart from many entries in the sprawling Horus Heresy series is its willingness to dwell in moral ambiguity. It does not seek to vindicate the traitors, but it does demand that we understand them. The book pulses with moments that matter. These are characters worth caring about, even as they doom themselves.

In lesser hands, this story could have been a checklist of lore beats. Instead, McNeill delivers something more literary, more mournful. A Thousand Sons is a tragedy written in stardust and fire, where every act of love carries the seeds of catastrophe. It is a work of science fiction that asks not how power is wielded, but why. For longtime fans or newcomers seeking to grasp the heart of the Heresy, this novel is not merely recommended. It is essential.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bolter (Important to the core plot)

Andy Weir, best known for catapulting science-forward storytelling into the mainstream with The Martian, returns with Project Hail Mary, a high-octane space odyssey that balances heady science with emotional resonance. This isn’t just a return to form, it’s a reassertion of Weir’s status as a science fiction powerhouse. With his latest novel, he crafts an energetic, imaginative, and surprisingly heartwarming tale of interstellar survival and unlikely friendship.

A Gravitational Pull You Can’t Escape

From its opening pages, Project Hail Mary exerts a magnetic pull. Weir masterfully drops readers into a mystery-in-motion, drip-feeding revelations with such precision that it becomes nearly impossible to put the book down. The pacing is relentless but satisfying, blending real-world science with thrilling narrative beats that will leave you thinking about the story long after the cover closes.

Aside from the plot's undeniable gravitational pull, the characters are the element that keeps you hooked. At the heart of the novel lies a deeply touching relationship that forms between protagonist Ryland Grace and an unexpected ally. Their interactions evolve from cautious curiosity to deep camaraderie, providing some of the most memorable and moving moments in the book. Amid the technical jargon and planetary stakes, it’s this emotional connection that humanizes the story and makes it soar.

A Few Frayed Wires in the Circuitry

However, Project Hail Mary is not without its flaws. Weir’s trademark humor, while often effective, sometimes veers into the overly breezy or sitcom-esque. There are moments where the levity undercuts tension or stretches believability, particularly in the early chapters. Thankfully, as the story matures, so does the tone. Jokes become more measured, and the writing settles into a more confident rhythm.

Another hiccup: the plot, while inventive, occasionally leans too heavily on conveniences. For a narrative so grounded in realism and scientific plausibility, it’s jarring when key problems are solved a little too easily. The presence of plot holes and these “magic fix” moments don’t derail the story, but they do raise eyebrows, particularly for readers craving airtight logic.

A Rocket Ride Worth Taking

Despite its imperfections, Project Hail Mary is an undeniable triumph. It’s a rare sci-fi novel that manages to be both thrilling and tender, cerebral and uplifting. Andy Weir delivers a tale packed with scientific wonder, human ingenuity, and enough heart to fill a space station.

If you're willing to embrace a few narrative shortcuts and a touch of sitcom shine, what awaits is an unforgettable journey across the stars. One that’s as entertaining as it is emotionally satisfying.

Fallen Angels reunites readers with the Dark Angels Legion, the stoic sons of the enigmatic Lion El’Jonson, at a moment of quiet fracture. Lee brings welcome urgency and clarity to a story split across two theaters: Caliban, the Legion’s increasingly unstable home world, and the greater galactic war where loyalties begin to fray. The prose moves with the confidence of a writer more at ease in this mythic world than his predecessor, Mitchell Scanlon, and the result is a brisker, sharper narrative.

While Descent was largely a parochial coming-of-age tale, Fallen Angels throws its characters into the moral furnace of civil war. There’s betrayal, ambition, and the weight of choices made in darkness; hallmarks of the Heresy series at its best. A standout is the novel’s portrayal of Luther, once sidelined, now rendered with tragic pathos as his disillusionment with the Imperium deepens.

And yet, for all its improvements and martial drama, Fallen Angels suffers from a familiar sin among Heresy entries: dispensability. Though entertaining, it occupies a cul-de-sac in the wider narrative. Key revelations about the Dark Angels’ schism are hinted at but never fully realized, and the novel’s events ripple only faintly through the rest of the series. For those deeply invested in the lore of Caliban and its doomed sons, it’s a rewarding read. For others, it may feel like a detour from more consequential campaigns.

Still, in a series as vast and intricate as the Horus Heresy, not every tale must bear the weight of destiny. Fallen Angels may not shift the stars, but it holds its sword steady—and sometimes, that’s enough.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bin (Just not that important to the overall narrative)

Fall Angels reunites readers with the Dark Angels Legion, the stoic sons of the enigmatic Lion El’Jonson, at a moment of quiet fracture. Lee brings welcome urgency and clarity to a story split across two theaters: Caliban, the Legion’s increasingly unstable home world, and the greater galactic war where loyalties begin to fray. The prose moves with the confidence of a writer more at ease in this mythic world than his predecessor, Mitchell Scanlon, and the result is a brisker, sharper narrative.

While Descent was largely a parochial coming-of-age tale, Fallen Angels throws its characters into the moral furnace of civil war. There’s betrayal, ambition, and the weight of choices made in darkness; hallmarks of the Heresy series at its best. A standout is the novel’s portrayal of Luther, once sidelined, now rendered with tragic pathos as his disillusionment with the Imperium deepens.

And yet, for all its improvements and martial drama, Fallen Angels suffers from a familiar sin among Heresy entries: dispensability. Though entertaining, it occupies a cul-de-sac in the wider narrative. Key revelations about the Dark Angels’ schism are hinted at but never fully realized, and the novel’s events ripple only faintly through the rest of the series. For those deeply invested in the lore of Caliban and its doomed sons, it’s a rewarding read. For others, it may feel like a detour from more consequential campaigns.

Still, in a series as vast and intricate as the Horus Heresy, not every tale must bear the weight of destiny. Fallen Angels may not shift the stars, but it holds its sword steady—and sometimes, that’s enough.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bin (Just not that important to the overall narrative)

As the Horus Heresy series continues to sprawl across the Warhammer 40,000 literary landscape like the vast Imperium it seeks to chronicle, Tales of Heresy arrives not as a narrative juggernaut, but as a patchwork collection; one whose individual pieces vary in both tone and quality. Devoted readers may approach it hoping for revelations about the early days of the Imperium, but they’ll need to sift through uneven terrain to find the few gems buried within.

Comprised of seven short stories, Tales of Heresy bills itself as a multifaceted look at the seeds of the galactic civil war that would one day sunder humanity’s empire. In practice, however, the anthology struggles under the weight of its own ambition. Several entries feel forgettable, derivative, or worse, like footnotes rather than stories in their own right. Fortunately, a handful rise above.

Chief among them is "After Desh’ea", a taut and character-rich examination of Angron, the Primarch of the World Eaters. Told with brutal intimacy and striking emotional texture, it paints a portrait of a man broken by slavery, rage, and the impossible expectations of empire. For a franchise so often consumed with battles and bolters, this is a rare moment of raw psychological insight.

Following close behind is "Blood Games", a clever and atmospheric tale about the Custodes, the Emperor’s personal guard. Part spy thriller, part existential meditation on duty, it deftly expands a corner of the mythos that is often shrouded in gold and mystery. "Scions of the Storm" also earns its place, offering a compelling early look at the Word Bearers Legion before their descent into heresy, laced with ominous foreshadowing.

Then there is "The Last Church", a philosophical rumination in the form of a Socratic dialogue between the last priest on Terra and a mysterious visitor. It is less a story than a staged debate, but it succeeds in raising provocative questions about faith, reason, and the cost of progress.

The remaining stories, unfortunately, fade into the warp. Competent but uninspired, lacking the thematic weight or narrative craft to leave a lasting impression. Readers unfamiliar with the broader series may find themselves unmoored, while even longtime fans may struggle to justify the entire volume for the sake of a few strong entries.

In the end, Tales of Heresy is less a cohesive book than a curated exhibit. Some works worthy of close inspection, others best passed over. For those invested in the mythos, After Desh’ea alone may be worth the price of admission. But for anyone else, this volume may read more like apocrypha than scripture.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bolter - After Desh'ea, Blood Games, The Last Church, Scions of the Storm. Bin everything else.

In Mechanicum, Graham McNeill turns his considerable talents toward one of Warhammer 40,000’s most enigmatic factions: the shadowy priesthood of Mars. On paper, the novel promises a rare and tantalizing premise, a glimpse behind the curtain of the pre-Heresy Mechanicum, that blend of techno-religious zealots and cybernetic artisans who power the Imperium’s engines of war. But while the gears grind and the war engines roar, the human, or post-human, core of the Mechanicum remains frustratingly out of focus.

We are, it’s true, offered a few fleeting insights into the inner workings of Martian society before the cataclysmic schism of the Horus Heresy. But these moments are superficial, often sidelined in favor of grand set pieces and escalating conflict. The finer details of culture, belief, and daily life are treated more like set dressing than the substance of the story.

And collapse it does. By the novel’s midpoint, the plot gives way to titanic warfare, with the story slipping into a blur of clashing god-machines and pyrotechnic spectacle. While some readers may come for the combat, others looking for a more textured exploration of identity, faith, and technological dogma may find themselves wanting.

There are hints (faint ones) that McNeill is planting seeds for future relevance within the wider Horus Heresy series. But unlike its stronger peers, Mechanicum feels oddly disconnected. Its events ripple outward with barely a splash, leaving readers to wonder if what they've just read will matter at all in the grander scope.

For diehard fans of the Knight Houses or devotees of Titan-scale warfare, the novel may offer a satisfying indulgence. But for those drawn in by the allure of the Martian priesthood’s mystery, its ancient rites, its cryptic doctrine, its uneasy coexistence with humanity, Mechanicum is a disappointment. Beneath the towering robots and scorched red sands, there was a richer, stranger story waiting to be told.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bin (Not really worth the time to read)

Ben Counter’s Battle for the Abyss is, at its core, an action spectacle draped in the iconography of the Warhammer 40,000 universe. A novel of the Horus Heresy series, it chronicles the efforts of a ragtag band of loyalist Space Marines racing against time to prevent a monstrous warship, the Furious Abyss, from wreaking devastation upon the Ultramarines' home sector. It is a book of relentless momentum, filled with close quarters combat and an abundance of bolter fire.

But for all its bombast, Battle for the Abyss is a novel of little consequence. While its events set the stage for the more momentous Battle of Calth, they are in no way required reading to appreciate the greater narrative of the Heresy. Those hoping for deeper insights into the Imperium’s collapse, the philosophical schisms of the Legiones Astartes, or the grand designs of the Traitor Warmaster will find little to linger over.

The novel does offer the first glimpses of the Ultramarines and Space Wolves within the Horus Heresy series, yet these portrayals are serviceable rather than revelatory. There is little characterization here that cannot be found in other works, and the novel’s heroes—though courageous and steadfast—are broadly drawn, fulfilling their archetypal roles without much depth. The antagonists, meanwhile, are villains of a purely functional sort, present to embody treachery but lacking the compelling menace that makes figures like Erebus or Horus himself so memorable.

Unlike its immediate predecessor in the series, Legion, which delivered a narrative rich with intrigue and unexpected revelations, Battle for the Abyss is refreshingly—or frustratingly—straightforward. There are no grand twists, no staggering betrayals, and no deep moral dilemmas to unravel. It is a novel that exists almost entirely in the moment, offering spectacle without subtext.

And yet, in its own way, it succeeds at what it sets out to do. For readers who simply want an unrelenting action story, one unburdened by the labyrinthine complexities of the Horus Heresy, Battle for the Abyss delivers. Its battles are numerous, its stakes are clear, and its action is unceasing. For those seeking depth, it is a disappointment. But for those content to revel in the fury of war without the weight of history pressing down upon them, it may serve as an enjoyable, if fleeting, diversion.

Horus Heresy Bolter or Bin Rating: Bin (Not really worth the time to read)