The mission was a success according to the news, but they didn’t have to see the warlord murder the boy. They didn’t have to see the magical words written on the warlord’s chest, proving his treachery–his sins. But Alamar saw, and he thought he was going insane.
Green Beret Alamar Kraft sees words written on people. Every lie someone speaks, every flaw someone has, Alamar reads it. He’d shrugged it off at first, figuring it was PTSD–after all, time in Afghanistan is crazy-notorious for inducing the disorder. But when his unit is hacked apart by a magical terrorist, Alamar realizes the truth of the matter. Magic exists. And shit just got real.