Greg Curtis is the name of a hopelessly boring middle class sci fi junkie. He was born in New Zealand, land of the long white cloud and small flightless birds. He grew up in the city of Wellington, renown for its high winds and the almost magical ability of rain and sleet to be lifted off the street and blasted into one's face. After eighteen years of suffering the cold and wet, he was finally blown away in a particularly bad storm to settle far away as a student at Massey and then Otago Universities for more years then most would ever admit to. Then finally when the universities pronounced hi...