"Filth upon the day we came her,' spat Gorvetz. This is no place to leave a good brother behind.
The fire was dying down, the fast-burning fuel feeding a hot but short-lived flame. Lycaon walked through the burning detritus closer to the ashes and scorched bones that remained of the brood mother. He poked around in the debris, bent down, and came up clutching the scorched length of a chainsword. Golden paint still clung to it, and to the clenched fist symbol of the Chapter.
'Brother Lysander,' said Lycaon. 'You left your weapon in your foe.'"
--from inside cover.