Warhammer Fiction

Long time ago before I ever ventured into anything to resemble a novel or poetry even I was an avid reader and gamer of miniatures. I loved to play Warhammer miniatures game. I would collect them by the thousands and had a huge collection in my loft in my home. It was fun and I would write short stories about the games we’d play with friends in Ireland and Belgium, Holland.

We travelled around Europe with our van loaded up with boxes of miniatures. There was four of us travelling throughout our travels in various countries as we found players to play with. We also played other games too. Warhammer was our game though. We found out that our family which we were trying hard to evade found us all the time due to our brother calling home.

Our brother was their spy which we never knew till our family came to take us home. Now we’re in America and away from our family. We lost our collection of many miniature. We couldn’t bring them here with us. We do however, read tons of Warhammer fiction. That is our passion now. The stories we read are the greatest ever read by us. We read many other stories that are Young adult and middle-grade. Warhammer is the best. We had one series and right now Robert Earl is one of our favourite Warhammer authors. I love his Broken Honour. I think this is the second time we’ve read the novel we got.

I know this is not one of our usual posts. This is about a rambling I do sometimes. Will try posting more often on here. chat soon….