I was born just after man landed on the moon. I grew up with New Wave and Friday Night Videos as the soundtrack to my teen years. My first computer was a Commodore 64 that I bought with money I earned from Sea Cadet camp. I was a geek when it wasn't cool, tapped into an international FidoNet and an Internet no one knew about at 1200 baud.

My Mom was a Navy Wife; my Dad was an Officer and a gentleman. I stole my Dad's National Geographic and Popular Science magazines. My Mom gave me her wisdom, patience and and enough rope.

The Berlin Wall fell during my first try at University. I served during the Persian Gulf War as the first shocks of the New World Order started rippling outwards.

I was married, had a wonderful son, and divorced. I've gotten remarried, to an amazing friend and bright light in my world.

I'm into Steampunk, the Society for Creative Anachronism, table-top Role-Playing Games, and MMORPG gaming. Hal-Con, WolfCon, NovaCon, ConSeption, DraCONis, Steamcon.

I'm a 30-mumbleyear IT professional that started with NetWare. I ran my own consulting company for a decade. I'm an author, writing people-positive action-adventures and romantic fiction.

I've been around the world in 180 days. I'm thinking about building an Earthship. I still fight with swords.

I'm a bit complicated, a bit hard-nosed and a bit soft-hearted. My friends are my awesome.

The Afterliving Youth of Spring Castle, near Denver, Colorado, are eagerly approaching a long-sought milestone; the First Court in thier very own Sanctuary of Eden.

It has been a month since the tradgegy struck the Court, and things have never been more tense for the burgeoning new Court and Community. However, with the history edging towards the precipice of war, alliances, friendships, and loves will be put to the test.

Old pages from history flip to the front, to add their own solutions and complications. Old distrusts muddy the waters. Some traditions no longer serve their purposes.

The neither the Rulers of the Night and the Halls of the Sun have ever before witnessed moments like these.

Will the new Court and Community endure these struggles and wounds together? Or will they be torn apart by the weight of so much history upon them?