A novel built with dystopian and cult classic elements, following the events of a few unfortunate souls trapped in a city of nightmare.

  A world in chaos. An entire nation living in a single city. A corrupt Government that tries to maintain its power at any cost, fighting a large number of gangs and other insurgent groups.

  A number of  people, haunted by the nightmares produced by their own past traumas gain powers related to their specific traumatic event. To oppose the Government and avoid capture, they form an alliance and set out a common purpose

  What is their purpose, what are the connections between them and to what length are they willing to go to achieve their final goal ? Find out in this book !

Greetings stranger, I go by the name of Rylan Night, an individual trying to become a freelance writer going down the path of self-publishing.

  For over twenty years my mind has been hatching up stories, most of them untold until this day.

  “Drater” brings together characters that existed in my dreams  dating a few years back, a world stitched up from several nightmares, where logic fades away into the dark.

  Ninjas, samurais, pirates, ghosts, robots, aliens  oO?

  All of the cult classic elements and strange powers give the flow of the story an aspect similar to a game scenario.

  Hello to you all kind potential sponsors,

  If you’re looking for a daring project to help come to a successful end, then look no further. The book Rylan Night is working on will be one great novel, packed with action, adventure and humor. As a close friend and fellow writer, I can guarantee that Rylan is a very hard working and talented writer and as his first major project, Drater has every chance of success. It just needs a little financial nudge in order to get published.

  I’ve known Rylan for almost half of my life and I can honestly say that he’s a modern storyteller. Most of the stories are his own creation and I think it would be terrific if the world would get to know them just as I do.  At the moment Rylan is involved in various creative projects, including the development of a complex board game. I don’t think I ever met anyone as creative and hard working as my friend, proving once again that major accomplishments are generally consisted of 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. Nowadays it’s also essential to add a certain financial base into the mix, so any amount you’re willing to donate will make a great difference.

  Thank you for your time and don’t forget to check out the Drater project!

The covers are almost complete.

There are 45k unedited words written out of 90k-100k.

There are no illustrations at the moment.

  The three men walked down the wooden stairs which,eaten both by termites and time, made a cracking noise with each step taken .The basement was the only place that didn’t have any hidden cameras or microphones. But it did not matter, as the rest of the house was under complete surveillance, the basement was just dug up by its former inhabitants and anything that reached it was supervised by the watchers. The couple did not bring any weapons, just provisions and clothing.

  There was total darkness until they turned on the flashlights. Roaches made way, evading their steps, rats fled from the source of light, running back into the dark but the children weren’t so lucky to get away. Frozen in terror they just stood there.

  Besides rodents, the other things that ran wild were their thoughts, their imagination showing what the evil men might do to them and their parents.

  “Damn the Commissioner” said Sullivan. “The guy sent us here so he can apply his own unofficial guide on how to interrogate his subjects. Begin with torture, end with rape. This will take some time.”

  “The Government wants results. They could care less about his methods, as long information flows so does money into our pockets,” replied Jeremy.

  The henchmen surrounded the children. “ Since we’re stuck here for a few hours until the commissioner is done with the broad, why not have a little fun with them ? “ said Crawford, starting to laugh while he pulled out a knife.

“ You were always a sick man, “ said Sullivan.

“No rifles, just knives,” said Crawford with a smirk on his face.

  The boy charged at them only to have his foot crushed by Crawford and kicked back. The girl screamed for her mother only to be yelled back by Crawford “ you’ll be seeing your own guts before you see mommy again!”

  Thunder echoed through the room, with the water dropping from the ceiling cracks. The boy started to crawl to the other end of the basement.

“My word, he’s a fast crawler,” said Jeremy. The henchmen seemed amused and slowly followed the boy. Their amusement started to fade away once Crawford focused the flashlight on one of the boxes. The sting may go away but the venom will remain forever was written on the box, in green paint.

  “People are bored, they write on boxes, what’s left to do in this dump?” said Jeremy,  giving a curious look at the next box. This time the text was written in red Control is an illusion offered by chaos while life is an illusion offered by death.

The next box stopped their amusement completely. Three  names were written in black on the box Jeremy, Sullivan and Crawford. A powerful thunder was heard again. The henchmen quickly turned their flashlights on the boy who apparently was heading towards a shadow, a contour of a small girl in the corner who was moving her hand to summon the him to her position. Sullivan and Jeremy raised their weapons by instinct.

“P*** off, no rifles I said,” Crawford shouted at them “or are you scared of some text and some children?”

“But the names, how did they know, and who’s the third?” said Sullivan.

“So they heard our names from the Commissioner and wrote them on a box, big deal,” said Crawford, clearly loosing  his patience and hurried to the other side to grab the crawling boy and the unknown girl.

  Hurt, with his eyes in tears and nose running, the boy  looked to the right behind some boxes and said “ Mr. Skinny. Please help my sister,” shortly collapsing afterwards.

  Crawford revealed a man sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall, a man who seemed to be living the last moments of his life.

“Commissioner there’s someone else in here , a tall asian,  skinned to the bones, large hair and beard, and we also found a girl who ran hiding around these boxes, your orders ? “  said Crawford through his microphone.

The reply back was also joined by thunder, screams of pain from the woman upstairs and moans of her husband who was half dead on the couch. Still, the orders were clear.

“We already have fifty renegades to interrogate by the end of the week, I don’t know who they are and I don’t have the patience to find out. Kill him, find the girl, do the same and let me do my damn work“ said the Commissioner.

  One of the henchmen prepared to shoot his rifle but Crawford stopped him . “ He didn’t say we have to do it by gunpoint , let me show you a trick .“ He grabbed a loaf of bread that was on one of the boxes, probably a leftover from lunch and headed towards the skinny man .

“Are you sure about this Crawford?” said Sullivan.

“And waste moments of fun? Just watch me,” Crawford  replied, with a grin forming on his face.

  Crawford extended his arm to give him the bread “ You seem in terrible shape sir,  here, have some bread. “ The skinny man  gave him a hollow look and barely got himself up, his black eyes staring at the bread.  The tall man tried to get closer and closer, Crawford was smiling, he loved these type of situations, holding one hand in front with the bread and one hand behind the back with a truncheon.

. He felt he was in control.  When the skinny man was in range and extended his arm to grab the food, he looked into Crawford’s brown eyes. Crawford took a deep breath and revealed his truncheon, ready to strike. But something changed in the look of the skinny man.

Control is an illusion offered by chaos Crawford suddenly thought.

  Upstairs, the Commissioner stopped from what he was doing and listened to the scream that came from the basement. He never imagined such a scream of pain could come from a man like Crawford.

100$ - To finish the book cover

  I still owe the creator of the book cover around this much : o.

3000$ - To hire an editor

  It’s easy to make mistakes if you’re writing in another language. Beyond typos, I really need the divine eyes of an editor to have a look for other things (plot consistency, rhythm, grammatical choices, sentence structure, repetitions).

500$ - To hire one or more artists for five different character concepts that will appear on the bookmarks and in the book.

A few artworks will be present inside the book, to offer some kind of visual to the reader.

700$ - To cover other taxes and costs

Taxes are worse than tigers as some old philosopher might consider it,  and there will be a lot of taxes once I try to transfer the sum from Indiegogo to my own account : (.

If you want to help in other ways, again, you have my gratitude ^^ !

Spreading the word about Drater on forums,facebook, twitter, reddit, blogs and other sites means a lot .

Special thanks to :

Jordan Grimmer for creating the cover . You can view more his wonderful work at :  http://www.jordangrimmer.co.uk/ or http://jordangrimmer.deviantart.com/ 

   Raichiyo33 for bringing some visuals to my characters. You can view more of his awesome art at : http://raichiyo33.deviantart.com/

   Kevin MacLeod for the sound of the trailer, although I never spoke with him, I think what he does is amazing. You can find more music that he creates at : http://incompetech.com/music/royalty-free/

   And let's not forget, thank you reader ! ^^