David E. Pascoe is a ne’er-do-well of broad interests and little focus. He spent his childhood firmly ensconced in worlds of fantasy and science fiction with brief sorties into worlds of contemporary, horror and historical fiction of various stripes and inclinations. After rigorous intellectual training in theology and philosophy, he elected to enlist in the United States Navy, during which he used none of his skills to particularly good effect. Upon his separation from active duty, he dove back into science fiction, but this time as a writer. David spends his time in relative isolation somewhere on the East Part of the North American continent. His time is devoured by his infant son, and caring for his wife. Writing has taken something of a back seat, a circumstance not to David's liking, nor to that of the characters occupying his head. They seem to be organizing a strike . . .