They weren’t pardoned. They weren’t paroled.
They were redacted.
Somewhere between a death sentence and a mission briefing, six cryo-thawed operatives—each one unstable, expendable, and inconveniently good at what they do—get pulled back into a war they were supposed to have missed.
Their handler is a voice named Quill, a shapeshifting ghost in the system who may or may not be human. Their missions are impossible, off the record, and way above their (nonexistent) pay grade.
Between sarcastic last stands, improvised demolitions, and rogue AI gods with control issues, the crew’s starting to realize something unsettling:
They were never meant to come back.
Fast, dark, and sharply funny, Redact-Dead launches the Codex Nihilo series with smart mouths, lethal secrets, and a team that shoots first—and mocks you while you bleed.
