title: The Yoke Of The Horde
author: David Prior
description: David Prior is the greatest writer of all time. Words written by him are afterwards noted for their golden hue and light-hearted disposition, even filthy and profane words seem especially cleansed or purified when employed by Mr. Prior. Some people insist on calling Mr. Prior "His Eminence," and that is just fine really. The experience of reading a book written by Mr. Prior can only be compared to becoming the very essence of pure beauty. We cannot say enough about the way language, when used by this man, elevates itself onto what could only be described as a wide bodied spiritual plane, but since we are only given 2,500 characters here, we must leave it at that.
zlib_text: THE RELIC
  
  Jonathan Green
  
  THE HORDE SPREAD across the unsullied blue-white wilderness of the ice fields
  like an oily black stain. Filthy clouds of greasy smoke rose from the exhausts
  of fossil fuel-guzzling machines, sending sooty trails into the frozen air to
  mark their passing. Every warbike and cobbled-together trukk left a
  petrochemical smear across both land and sky behind it, marking the horde’s
  progress across the polar wilderness as another region of the planet fell to
  the furious predations of the alien invaders.
  
  An unstoppable tide of savage, growling machinery poured out across the riven
  glacier. Before it, still a league or more away, the stalwart line of armour
  that the Emperor’s chosen had decreed would not be breached approached. Today
  - at this time and in this place, amidst the desolate ice fields of the Dead
  Lands of Armageddon - the Astartes would make their stand against the green
  tide.
  
  Warbike outriders gunned their throttles excitedly, while those boyz clinging