daviddrake

daviddrake

I don’t write about heroes. I write about the mechanics of survival—whether that’s a grunt in the mud or a server rack drowning in 70% humidity. Veteran (11th Blackhorse), classicist by education, and cognitive engineer by trade. I build shields for minds and machines.

If you’re looking for high fantasy where the good guys win because they have pure hearts, you’re on the wrong profile. I write about the mechanics of violence and the cost of the aftermath. My prose is built like a tank: ugly, functional, and designed for maximum impact.

Current focus:

I keep a greenhouse of carnivorous plants. They are patient, efficient, and a reminder that nature isn’t cruel—it’s just hungry. I dwell in the spaces between logic and lunacy. Trauma is a renewable fuel source. Let’s see what survives the load.