Soul Drinker (Soul Drinkers #1)

Sarpedon stepped out into the battle. Givrillian's squad had torn the first rank of mutants apart, and they were now crouched in the firepoints as return fire sheeted over their heads. Tellos had the beast-mutant on its knees, one horn gone, huge blade chipped and scarred by the assault sergeant's lightning-quick chainsword parries. Sarpedon strode through it all, ignoring the autoshells and las-blasts spattering across the shadowy interior of the hub.

He spread his ars, and felt the coil of the aegis circuits light up and flow around his armoured body. He forced the images in his head to screaming intensity - and let them go.

The Hell began.