Britain is at war, and a young soldier dreams of glory fighting on the Continent. Instead, when his regiment is posted to a dull garrison duty, he fears that boredom shall be the worst of his fate. Yet rumours soon spread of an enemy more vile and terrifying than even the French. They speak of risen corpses that roam the night with a hatred for the living and a taste for flesh. When a sentry goes missing, leaving behind an unfired musket and bloody prints, the rumours can no longer be dismissed as rustic fancy. Will His Majesty's soldiers keep ranks before the undead tide, or shall their parade grounds become naught but a charnel pit?

Here stands the authentic account of a soldier who bore the whole of The Corpse War witness. Bound by duty and compelled by guilt, he sets down in gruesome detail all that befell him, his comrades, and his regiment from the first devilish outbreak to the Great Battle between the Living and the Dead. His tale is one of woe and unwanted laurels, amidst a field where courage rots more quickly than flesh, and zeal burns hotter than black powder.

Fans of Sharpe and World War Z will devour this debut novel of visceral military horror, in which a common British redcoat confronts unimaginable terrors and bears witness to the Army's desperate war against the risen dead.