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There are a thousand different Space Marine Chapters including such renowned names as Spacewolves, Crimson Fists, Dark Angels and Silver Skulls. From: White Dwarf 093

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here is the full scene (or most of it at least) for additional context. It does look like Magnus implicitly trusts Russ in this scene.

Magnus towered over him and said, ‘Gather the Legion, Amon. My father needs us at His side.’ ‘I cannot,’ said Amon, fully aware of the risks he ran in confronting his father’s fracturing soul with painful truths. Three times already Magnus had almost killed him, but no other means to bring him back to himself had proved effective. ‘Why not?’ demanded Magnus. ‘Because most of them are dead. The Wolves of Russ slew them when they burned Prospero.’ His kine shield splintered as Magnus picked him up bodily with one ruddy, clawed hand. Amon’s father slammed him against the cracked menhir and such was the ferocity he saw in his eye it was as though Angron himself held him. ‘You dare insult my brother?’ roared Magnus. ‘Russ is a warrior of honour. He would never turn on us.’ ‘He did, my lord. The Sixth Legion fell upon Prospero as our executioners,’ gasped Amon as Magnus’ grip on his throat tightened. ‘At least clothe your lies with a veneer of plausibility, Amon,’ said Magnus. ‘What reason could Leman Russ possibly have for setting his warriors loose upon us?’ Amon struggled to form an answer, but Magnus dropped him and turned away, his hands clutching his head. ‘No!’ cried Magnus, and Amon climbed to his feet, his armour clogged with blood-soaked mud. ‘I don’t believe you. I cannot believe you! To believe what you say is true is to accept the unacceptable.’ ‘You have to come back to me, my lord,’ said Amon, daring to reach out and place a hand on his father’s shoulder. The immaterial flesh was hot to the touch, as though the effort of remembering the truth of the galaxy was burning Magnus from within. ‘I can feel their pain,’ said Magnus, sinking to his knees. ‘Whose pain, my lord?’ ‘All of them. My brothers, my father… Is it too late for us? It was within our grasp. All it would have taken was one more step. All of us could have taken it together.’ ‘Please, father,’ said Amon. ‘Come back to me. You are Magnus the Red and you are too strong to fade like this. The truth is painful, it is jagged edges and wicked barbs, but it is real.’ ‘I can no longer tell what is real and what is invention,’ said Magnus, his towering form no longer as awesome and magisterial as before. ‘Everything grows further away from me. I reach for things I should know, but they retreat into the mist. I am losing it all, Amon. Why can’t I remember?’

from: The Crimson King, Graham McNeill

"You dare insult my brother?" Roared Magnus, "Russ is a warrior of honour, he would never turn on us"

From: the Crimson King, Graham McNeill

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"You dare insult my brother?" Roared Magnus, "Russ is a warrior of honour, he would never turn on us"

From: the Crimson King, Graham McNeill

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They screamed past the last humie vehicle and flew under an archway that had apparently been carved to look like it was made out of lots of humie skulls, unless it actually was made out of humie skulls. You never could tell with humies. They didn't at all like it if you tried to take their skulls, but then they still went and did weird things with them anyway, like make them float around and carry guns.

from: Brutal Kunnin, Mike Brooks

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Extract from a Training Chant in the First Book of Indoctrinations: To be Unclean That is the mark of the Mutant To be Impure That is the mark of the Mutant To be Abhorred That is the mark of the Mutant To be Reviled That is the mark of the Mutant To be Hunted That is the mark of the Mutant To be Purged That is the fate of the Mutant To be Cleansed For that is the fate of all Mutants

from: White Dwarf 093

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FOR NOW YOU MAY CALL ME… AFORGOMON. Ahriman flinched at the tearing syllables. Two of the Dread Scribes collapsed, blood pouring from their beaked masks. "That is not your true name" BUT IT FITS MY DESIGN TO WEAR IT FOR NOW. 'I will learn your true name, daemon,' promised Ahriman. AH, I DO SO ENJOY HEARING THE OLD TITLES, said the Iron Oculus, and Ahriman felt its amusement like rusted hooks down his spine. IT PLEASES ME TO KNOW YOU CAN NO LONGER DENY THE TRUTH OF OUR NATURE. 'I know full well what you are', said Ahriman. Again he felt the bound creature's mirth. I DOUBT THAT VERY MUCH. YOU ARE A CUNNING ONE, AHZEK, BUT EVEN YOUR KNOWLEDGE HAS ITS LIMITS. 'I know more than you think?' COME, THERE IS NO SHAME IN ADMITTING TO IGNORANCE. IS NOT THE FIRST AXIOM OF WISDOM ADMITTING YOU KNOW NOTHING? "There is a wealth of difference between knowing nothing and not knowing enough,' said Ahriman, drawing the aether into his flesh and feeling the savage exultation of its potential. ‘But I did not come here to debate the teachings of a dead man.'

From: The Crimson King, Graham McNeill

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Embrace the strength of your Primarch, but deny the Red Thirst, brothers! There is no return from that darkest of paths. From: Sanguinary Priest, MtG trading card

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‘Constantin, this is the skjald of Tra Company. I’ve said he can look around. Skjald, I present to you Constantin Valdor, Praetor of the Custodes. Look suitably impressed. He’s a very important fellow. It’s his job to keep my father safe.’

‘My lord, might I speak to you privately for a moment?’ Valdor asked.

‘I’m making introductions here, Constantin,’ snapped Russ.

‘I insist,’ said Valdor, his vox-clipped tones sounding threatening. A second Custodes had arrived behind Valdor, along with two fully armoured Astartes, one in crimson armour, the other in heavy Terminator plate that was ash grey trimmed with green. A single horn protruded from his helmet like a tusk. A lot of other personnel in the immediate area were stopping to watch the exchange. Two cherub servitors, the size of real human babies, flew in low on damselfly wings. Their faces were silver masks and their wings made drowsy, thrumming beats like outboard motors.

‘You know what?’ said the Wolf King. ‘The last time anyone insisted anything to me, I twisted their arms off and stuck them up their arse.’

The cherubs squealed and swooped into Valdor’s shadow to hide. – Prospero Burns by Dan Abnett.

thank you!

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Creed is the Supreme Commander of Cadia. He has fought against Chaos his entire life, protecting the Imperium from its most hated foe. Unlike most commanders, Creed is not a combatant, and his skills lie in carefully orchestrated campaigns, well-kept battle plans and devastating tactics.

From: Warriors of the Emperor Sticker Collection card "c15"

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'The Ultramarines are more than any of us. They are more than me too.' Gage shook his head. 'Oh? Did the Thirteenth Legion not exist before my Father found me?' 'Not truly,' Gage said. 'We only thought we did. And now we know who we are…' 'You will always know,' Guilliman finished for him. 'I swear it,' He smiled. 'I have no intention of dying. I have far too much to do'

From: Roboute Guilliman; Lord of Ultramar, David Annadale

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I have since gotten my hands on the correct book. this was put in my queue at 2 am when i was not thinking particularly critically. once more, my apologies.

my sincirest apologies, todays quote has been deleted because it appears i have gotten my hands on a scam. this book starts identical to the origional but includes some sentences that do not seem to belong here. I am so very sorry. I strife to provide real quotes at all times. this was a mistake i should not have made. thank you @gabriel-seths-pr-assistant for pointing this out.

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my sincirest apologies, todays quote has been deleted because it appears i have gotten my hands on a scam. this book starts identical to the origional but includes some sentences that do not seem to belong here. I am so very sorry. I strife to provide real quotes at all times. this was a mistake i should not have made. thank you @gabriel-seths-pr-assistant for pointing this out.

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Come, alien dogs. Bring the blades that thirst for a hero's blood.

from: Deathwatch Volume 3, Aaron Dembsky-Bowden

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“This sword has many names. You may call it ‘Death.’” From: Mortify (40k reprint), Magic the Gathering trading card

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The flesh of the Necrontyr is a memory so distant as to be nearly mythical

from: Cranial Plating (40k reprint), magic the gathering trading card

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"Any last words?"

"What a wonderfully preserved piece of late 31st millennium melee weaponry."

from: marneus Calgar (Issue 5), Kieron Gillen

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'the tides of the Great Ocean break differently upon each soul,’ said Ahriman. ‘And it breaks hard against this place, as though it seeks to destroy that which has kept it at bay for so long.’ ‘You attribute malice to a realm without sentience,’ said Menkaura. ‘Mere poetic license.’ ‘How naive you both are,’ said Aforgomon, tapping a finger to its spiral-carved chest, where burned the black light of its essence. ‘Since the first rock was raised to cave in a skull, humanity has seeded the warp with malice and sentience in abundance.’

from: The Crimson King, Graham McNeill