Once upon a time, the valiant Selene was crushed beneath a very large rock (i.e. life). Some time later, she managed to dig her way out using only the implements in her pocket (a spoon she had pilfered from Starbucks, a slightly worn tissue, and her internal rage). She is, in a word, back and, oddly enough, talking about herself in the third person. Which is disconcerting, to say the least...

Disclaimer: I accept no responsibility for anything that occurs whilst reading my fics, including but not limited to sleep deprivation, funny looks incurred by involuntary loud noises, tasks not being completed whether academic, social or any other, and general insanity.

I will never abandon a story half way through. I will never upload the first chapter of a story unless I have a rough draft of the entire story already completed. I will never upload the first chapter of a story unless I am happy with the rough draft and confident that I can complete it to a standard I am satisfied with.

The only things that would ever stop me completing a story are computer issues or serious real life issues. When uploading a story, I will do my best to update it every few days; once a week at the longest. I know how horrible it is to be left hanging for months waiting for an update. If I ever do stop updating, there will be a message at the top of my profile explaining why. If there isn't, and I don't reappear within a fortnight, I'm probably dead.

PS - Make sure you're of age if you read my stories. My conscience, battered little thing that it is, can't cope otherwise. There is a clear warning in all the summaries.

And, sadly but necessarily, I must now point out that plagiarists, liars, fantasists and trolls will be reported and treated with contempt. Don't even think about it.

And on that happy note ... enjoy! :-)