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You know that I generally am able to back up my statements ;)

Read Talon of Horus"https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/81yEGlrhDlL.jpg

basiccally abaddon and a couple of Chaos Space Marines  go though the eye of Terror to find the abandoned Vengeful Spirit (abaddon had turned away from the sons of horus for a while to meditate the death of horus before taking on the mantle of warmaster)

They find the broken shards of the son of sanguinius --> turn that into weapons

They find a crystal statue of Sanguinius (psychically resonant crstals) containing  as far as i remember, parts of sanguinius soul)

Pg 425 of 695) in my epub file:

"These statues held life, of a kind. A dull presence drifted behind their closed eyes, not entirely dissimilar to the weak life within my Rubricae. But not quite the same.

As I examined a crystal tongue, then the closed crystal eyes, I realised why the feeling was so familiar. It was the same spreading faintness of a soul leaving its fresh corpse, in the maddening seconds before the Gods pulled it into the warp."

As for the actual forging:

Story "The Wonderworker" also contained in said Talon of Horus book

chapter 4  pages in my file: 660-666 of 695

"Sanguinius was alone, rendered in a motionless storm of contradiction, showing a demigod's strength and a mortal's weakness in the same flawless lines. He was on his knees, yet his great wings were spread high and wide. He had died to Horus's butchery, yet here he was preserved unwounded, showing no sign of the injuries that had ravaged him.

The contrast was clearest in his eyes. They were narrowed in agony's reflection, yet still conveyed the sense of soulful regret that thickened and sickened the air around the crystallised statue"

"'Many more. However, you have not yet agreed to forge my weapon.'

'Then I agree here and now. It will take several weeks to attune the components to your anima, even before forging the blade.' Hesitation crept back into his dark eyes as he ran a thumb along his pearl-encrusted features. 'Did you bring me the raw materials?' I found myself smiling in response to his sudden professionalism. Here at last was the master artisan I had sought out.

'I have brought you materials the likes of which you have never seen before, Chariz. The blood of cloned primarchs. Shards of Worldbreaker, the maul of Horus Lupercal. The ashes of Imperious, Solar Priest and Avatar of the Astronomican.'

His mind reached for mine, ferocious in his need to know if I spoke falsehood. But I have never been a liar. Every word I spoke was naught but cold truth.

'There is more,' I promised him. 'Sanguinius's own sword is aboard this ship, Chariz. It lay next to his corpse when Horus struck him down. Ezekyle has made a gift of it to three of us, letting us use the pieces of its broken blade however we see fit.'"

"'If this is to be a force weapon,' Chariz pointed out, 'there's the matter of psychically resonant materials necessary for the construction of its power field generator.'

The Thaumaturge had guessed my intent. He was already turning to the incredible, torment-wrought statue of Sanguinius when I shattered it with a sudden telekinetic pulse. Jagged knives of grey glass rained across the chamber, clattering against the durasteel deck.

In the tinkling quiet, I heard Sanguinius screaming. That, also, rang false. The wishes of the warp? The delusions of a haunted ship? Either way, it was no matter. I pointed at thespread of broken crystals.

'Use those.' "