I've read part one of an ongoing trilogy called Ahriman: Exile , by John French. It's about the second in command of The Thousand Sons Astarte legion banished from the ousted chapter itself, due to being a practitioner of the forbidden magic gifted by the Demon Lord Tzeentch. Upon becoming a pariah, Ahzek Ahriman forsakes the might of sorcery and lives the life of an intergalactic vagabond. Circumstances force Ahriman to embrace his former ways and reluctantly comes to terms with his position on being considered an enduring instrument for the "Architect of Fate". That is the best part of this tale, when Ahzek gives in to the seductive temptations of the extremely destructive god-like powers and unleashes havoc upon those who hunt for him or get in his way. This book was a well paced read, and would probably make for an epic anime if produced by the animators of Akira. That is, all but for one thing. For me, what separates an okay book from a great story is...the ending. The conclusion of this novel was much too inexplicably neat and tidy for my taste. It was as if the author thought, "Oh! I have written 350 pages. Better wrap this puppy up in the next chapter." By doing so, I, as a reader, will usually experience a ridiculously abrupt plot resolution. To sum things up, the best thing about Ahriman: Exile is the wicked looking cover. Truth to tell, that is the main reason as to why I made the mistake of buying this book ( ME: "What can I say? I'm irreparably shallow. *looks in the mirror* I love you, man! " ). The moral of this story is to never buy anything with the word "French" on it (the only exception is mustard).