The Back of a Book

Doesn't this sound like something you'd read on the back of a novel?

His mind wandered across hundreds of worlds, across thousands of battlefields. Worlds of air, wind, clouds and tempests, great cities rising from the backs of colossal flying creatures endlessly feeding as they soared through the trackless sky.

Worlds of fire where ash fell from the sky like rain, molten rock ran in steaming rivers and armies of scaled horrors battled each another across fields of writhing flame.

Green realms, like Aris, worlds that housed millions of life forms each more fantastic than the last.

He had brought the order of the Telek Confederacy to them all. Those who did not willingly submit were annihilated, their worlds remade to suit the needs of their conquerors. Some worlds, those who resisted too long or too bravely, were made examples. Purged of all life, stripped of their resources and consigned as refuse worlds, trash heaps, mass graves, prisons.

He had had a hand in it all. A mighty captain of House Erion; murderer of innocents.