This isn’t Sci-Fi. Pain forged him. Aliens armed him. His scars are the map of survival.
Kenji McLeelan never asked for a war. He never asked to be a weapon. But when he is given alien tech, survival demands he become the most dangerous fighter in a secret conflict buried beneath today’s headlines.
Forget noble heroes, Kenji wants to survive. He is scarred, acerbic, and unwilling. He fights because survival is the only option left. Armed with weapons that strike at the speed of thought, he navigates a hidden past where the Tic Tac and Gimble encounters were not mysteries. They were the first shots.
This is sci-fi pulp with teeth. Gritty, fast, and disturbingly close to reality, Kenji McLeelan collides conspiracy with action and refuses to let go.
This Is Not Your Grandad’s Science Fiction
Kenji McLeelan is not your typical sci-fi hero, and this is not your grandfather’s science fiction. There is no polite mystery here, no sanitized adventure dressed up with innuendo.
This novel draws its inspiration directly from the headlines. Alien abductions, classified technologies, and shadow wars that governments prefer to keep buried. At its heart, it is the story of a decent man scarred by circumstance, unwillingly weaponized, and forced to fight back.
If you prefer your sci-fi hard, fast, gritty, and unsettlingly close to reality, Kenji McLeelan offers a ride that blurs the line between conspiracy and fact.
The war has already begun. Quit reading and start buying. Take a ride into the shadows you won’t want to miss. The truth is already out there, and you don’t want to be the last to discover the truth.
Wabi-Sabi
A Japanese cultural value that embodies the beauty of impermanence and imperfection.
Wabi means subdued, austere beauty. Sabi refers to a rustic patina that develops over time. Together, wabi-sabi embraces the imperfect, the transient, and the unfinished.
Hold close to your soul the peaceful splendor of the incomplete moments. Accept with your heart that which is impermanent. To be human is to experience deep joy.
Imperfect items. Imperfect people.
Exquisite life. Exquisite death.
The incomplete journey. Complete happiness.
Perfection? None of us.
Before the event, I lived a full life.
The scars on my face speak of my failings.
My name is Kenji Kousei McLeelan.
This is the journal of my existence.
Snippit
June 2025
Not again. How long have I been here?
“Kenji, we are glad you are well. It is an important day.”
“Screw you. Do whatever you do. Get it over. Send me back.”
It’s pointless to scream. I woke up on the table with anger and acceptance. I’m pissed off because there’s nothing I can do. I don’t remember when I stopped fearing being on the table, unable to move. Sometimes, rarely, there’s no table. The aliens and I stand around talking when I’m not pinned to a table.
The abductions happen, and I cannot stop them.
It’s quality advice to accept what you cannot change and roll with the outcomes. Screaming at what you cannot change is futile. Although sometimes screaming is a relief.
It’s not good to hate anyone. I hate the aliens. They linger in my mind. Also, they don’t tell me diddly-squat. Their vocal ability atrophied because they communicate using telepathy. That’s a guess, of course, diddly-squat.
The Grays, Draconians, Nordics, Mantids, Hybrids, I’ve seen them all. Once, a Hybrid slipped and referred to a long-term monitoring program. Too low in the alien hierarchy to command respect, other aliens loathed the Hybrids. Somehow, I learned that other aliens consider the Hybrids too human-like to be intelligent. The Hybrids have a reputation for being nasty bastards.
They’re all deceitful asshats.
Something is different this time. A group of Grays is asking the questions. The stinky little bastards function as the worker bees. Their voices in my head irritate my soul. Holy moly, they smell bad.
In a new Frame, the greatest danger is memory.
Kenji McLeelan: The Reference Frame
Book Two of the Kenji McLeelan Files
Kenji thought he understood the war. He was wrong.
Beneath classified programs, alien cover stories, and the lies people tell themselves so they can sleep, reality is starting to slip.
He thought vengeance would give him purpose.
Instead, it made him useful.
Reference Frames shift. Allies remember different versions of the same moment. Cause and effect slips. Safe places change. History no longer feels settled.
And behind it all, one truth keeps surfacing.
The shifts are being managed.
As Kenji follows the fracture lines, he finds men bargaining with alien powers as if humanity were inventory, memories that no longer match, and a war that keeps changing shape.
Teague feels the misalignment in her bones. Alyssa watches Kenji like she’s waiting for him to become something more dangerous. And the intelligence riding close to his thoughts keeps choosing what to reveal, what to delay, and what arrives too late.
Kenji tells himself vengeance is still the point.
He tells himself he is not trying to force meaning onto loss.
He tells himself he is still human enough to know the difference.
Then the Aethelsa stop pretending.
What they reveal changes everything. Kenji was never just fighting the war. He was being shaped by it. And the most dangerous force in the conflict may be the one closest to him.
A war that began decades ago.
You did not know you were inside it.
Cacoëthes
Cacoëthes pronounced kak-oh-ee-theez.
It’s an irresistible urge to do something inadvisable.
A disease of character.
A malignancy in the mind.
Cacoëthes does not belong to beginnings.
It belongs to motion.
To momentum.
To vengeance.
I am Kenji Kousei McLeelan.
This is the continuing journal of my life.
Snippit
Hockey and business have always shared a spine. Control. Leverage. Force. The difference is honesty. Hockey tells the truth about violence. It happens in the open, on ice, inside a confined space where everyone knows what a hit means. Business applies the same violence in polished language and calls it strategy.
In hockey, you knock him down and take the puck.
In business, you poison the market, smile across the table, and call the damage value.
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