Destiny Grimoire Anthology, Volume I

 (subtitled Dark Mirror) is a hardcover collection of Grimoire material in printed form, released during Fall 2018.

Description
Bungie presents the Destiny Grimoire Anthology, a must-have collectible lore compendium designed and assembled for Destiny’s devoted and enlightened scholars and lore lovers, as well as fans of fantasy and science fiction storytelling.

Until now, the myths, mysteries, and machinations of the Destiny universe were found hidden throughout the worlds – enticing threads that hinted at a greater tapestry. The Destiny Grimoire Anthology weaves tales from multiple sources together for the first time, casting new light on Destiny’s most legendary heroes, infamous villains, and their greatest moments of triumph and tragedy.

Each unique volume intends to illuminate a facet of the world, and the complete anthology will confirm and challenge players' thoughts and assumptions on what it means to be a Guardian, offering new and differing perspectives on the cosmic war that rages between the Traveler and its ancient enemies.

The book is divided into four chapters, reproducing 78 of the game's grimoire entries. The first, "A Book of Sorrow", transcribes the fifty-two verses of the Books of Sorrow. Chapter two, "The Burden of Light", tells the story of the encounters between Jaren Ward, Shin Malphur and Dredgen Yor by way of the Thorn and The Last Word entries (bar their fifth ghost fragments), Ghost Fragment: The Dark Age 2, and the four Rezyl Azzir entries. Chapter three, "Shadows Beyond", discusses the Shadows of Yor and comprises the ghost fragments for the Crucible arenas Blind Watch, Widow's Court, The Cauldron, Timekeeper and Cathedral of Dusk, as well as Shadows of Yor and the missing Thorn and The Last Word entries. The final chapter, "A Vacancy", includes the texts Oryx: Defeated, King's Fall, and a variation of Touch of Malice that combines the original flavour text with a new body that may be intended to foreshadow the events of Shadowkeep.

Chapter 1: A Book of Sorrow
What is this violent ritual? These tales of suffering, where all ends in a feast of maggots and rot laid on a wormwood tale for gods to feast on misery?

But is not the Light also served by savage sacrifice? Accepted wounds? Blood spilled on the dust of distant worlds?

Life and death and life and death and life and death are locked a battle that never ends.

The cycle is the same. The pain is the same. We eliminate those who oppose the Light. They annihilate those who do not worship the Dark.

In the end, only sorrow remains.

Chapter 2: The Burden of Light
If there is Light, there also must be Darkness.

One reveals the other. Tends it. Carves it like marble to reveal a new shape. There is balance between them.

Therefore, to understand the Darkness we study the Light. Just as Light is connected through space and time, so is the Darkness. And, just as the Light has those who serve, who act as hands, and heart, and will, there are those who wield the Dark in the same fashion.

The Light healed us, and so we have a responsibility to give it back the lives it has given us.

There will be a day when we meet a new kind of Guardian.

Light and Dark. Power and Weakness. Guardian and Guardian. Symmetry.

Chapter 3: Shadows Beyond
In the beginning, I toed the line.

My Ghost brought me up out of the long black, led me to a gun, told me I was a warrior. She said I was supposed to protect humanity. I told her I didn't see much reason in fighting for people who'd never given one damn about me.

She said I was special. I told her if that was true, she wouldn't have found my bones in the back-end of nowhere. Didn't know who I'd been before she woke me up, but I knew enough to know I was no hero.

Her rules didn't make much sense to me. I was supposed to do all the bleeding. All the dying. I was the one pulling the trigger. I was the one who couldn't close my eyes without seeing one of a thousand things I'd rather forget. Nightmares that turned into horrors on planets that weren't my own that turned into more nightmares.

The rest didn't have to do anything but be saved.

So I started thinking. Then I started reading. I'm no Warlock, but it didn't take a Warlock to track down the stories. Of the Risen who'd taken ahold of the Dark and made it his own.

The man who'd gone down into the tunnels and burned down the horrors. Took their remains and wore them like a king. Stripped away the petals of the rose like broken shards.

They say he fell to corruption. That he lost himself and had to be put down. That the Man with the Golden Gun is the hero who saved the day.

I don't believe it. I'm not the only one, either—not many of us left now, but we've walked in his dust. We know everything he ever did. We understand what you don't.

He wasn't the demon the stories make him out to be. He was showing us the way.

My Ghost doesn't talk much these days. When she does, she calls me by my old name. Callum.

I don't answer to that anymore.