David Hunter was born in Scotland and his life has gone steadily south from that point. Handicapped by an English education, his historical career low-points include: hole-digger, stone-trundler, sales monkey and can-carrier. Today he is responsible for the misdelivery of a substantial quantity of the nation's post. His delusions of adequacy now extend to imagining himself a writer.
His stories might appeal to those folk who hanker after some old-fashioned, fast-paced sword and sorcery, but who think the likes of Howard and Martin are a bit too lily-livered.
If you just buy one of his stories, he recommends The Berserk and his Wife, although he'd be very pleased if you liked it enough that you bought others too.