This novel was born long ago in the dark ages before the Internet. Back then, people fired up their 300 bps modems and called Bulletin Boards, computers with message areas and rudimentary email that were maintained by computer geeks. One board devoted to writing was called the Backwater Message Service. BWMS was host to several ongoing cooperative tales. One was a fantasy, another was a spy thriller. This tale, Spear, was born in that era and has languished in a box for some 30 odd years. I'm rehabbing it and hope to post a new chapter every week. So stay tuned for our next thrilling episode.