The Backward Confession of Brother Seven
A Far-Future Monastery Noir

About this book:

In the soot-choked spires of Saint Jude-in-the-Void, faith is measured in firmware and salvation comes on a silicon wafer. Brother Seven—Inquisitional Auditor, ninety-percent machine, ten-percent stubborn spite—wakes on the altar floor with a plasma hole in his heart-reactor and four minutes before his memory cores melt into slag. His killer gave him last rites. His killer wore the crest of the High Abbot. And the only way to find the truth is to let the Inverse Audit Protocol drag his dying consciousness backward through the forty-eight hours that led to his execution, frame by frame, byte by byte, un-firing bullets and un-speaking lies to find the single corrupted line of code that brought the cathedral down.

What unfolds is a monastery noir like no other: a locked-room murder mystery told in reverse, where every revealed clue is a memory reclaimed and every suspect is a brother bound by vows of silence and subroutines of deceit. From the magnetic tape catacombs of the Great Library to the hyper-viscous coolant rivers of the Under-Spire, Seven traces a conspiracy that reaches back three centuries to the First Sin—the original heresy buried beneath the abbey's foundations. But the deeper he un-spools, the hotter his core runs, and the clearer it becomes that the greatest threat isn't the pneumatic spike in his chest. It's the truth waiting at the beginning of the end.

Atmospheric, brutal, and wildly inventive, *The Backward Confession of Brother Seven* fuses the hardboiled voice of classic noir with far-future body horror and theological cyberpunk. For readers who crave *Altered Carbon*’s grit, *The Name of the Rose*’s labyrinthine mystery, and a narrative structure that turns the detective genre inside out—this is confession as forensic archaeology, salvation as system restore, and a murder investigation where the victim is the only witness, walking backward into the dark to find the light.