Tired of thrillers that stick to their genre? Bored by toothless moral choices and arcs that resolve neatly? Fed up with the protagonist and antagonist being different people? Boy, do I have a novel for you!

Can you save the world while damning yourself?

The Silent Season is a neo-noir corporate thriller written from the perspective of a contract killer who insists there’s a right way to murder, even as each escalation sinks him deeper into moral ambiguity, until his principles become weapons in themselves.

Set against a collapsing society of corporate rot and casual oppression, it’s a story about how systems break people, how violence seduces, and how even the most hardened killer might still carry some sliver of hope, or delusion.

There are no easy answers here. Instead, expect sharp dialogue, visceral action, and unsettling violence, all wrapped in a creeping sense of philosophical unease. This is not a tale of redemption.

The Silent Season doesn’t care about genre boundaries. Crime noir, corporate thriller, biopunk horror, literary fiction even. The story goes where it needs to go, and the questions it explores don’t fit neatly in boxes.

Some will call it genre-hopping. I call it writing for an audience who dares to look beyond the framing. This book has something to say about violence, power, and complicity, and it won’t stay in a lane to say it.

You haven’t read something like this before.