You may have noticed the somewhat startling lack of updates, it’s due to various important personal and family issues and the fact my muse for Raina isn’t playing fair. I’m sure my fellow writers understand this. I am working on the updates, and until further notice Moondust has changed status from every week to ‘every time I can get a flipping chapter out.’
I am really sorry, right down to the bottom of my heart. I will be spiffing up the site some, though. Also, if yo have questions feel free to ask them, and join our new facebook group!
On the plus side, my DnD dice arrived today /geek
Late, this time. I’m sorry, I had trouble coaxing the words out a little. To those who are reading this, thank you. It has come to my attention some might be having trouble with commenting, if you do, could you please contact me at moondust @ crowned-meadow.net minus the spaces, with the subject something clear like ‘comment issues’. Thank you. Read More
The chapters aren’t very long, sorry about that but hopefully as the story picks up speed, so will the word count. Since today was the official open day, I give you the second chapter. Also in the sidebar there is a link to some link back buttons I made, if you could link to Moondust on your websites, profiles etc it’d be much appreciated.
Okay, I lied. I couldn’t help myself, so here’s the first chapter, I hope you like it. Please feel free to comment. 
It began in a small town, as stories often do. It was a quiet place for the most part, a town on the Lachlan River in NSW, Australia. The town was friendly as little towns ever are to strangers, but even so when they saw certain people.. well, they believed their reasoning for not liking them on sight was justified by the odd things that seemed to follow them.
You see, the good folks of Blackridge had the unfortunate delusion that magic, for better or worse, was nothing but fiction. Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter-Is-A-God type fiction. So when things that could not be explained away by reason and science occurred, they blissfully ignored it. Because if they ignored it, who was to say it was real? Certainly no one else in the Western World could still believe in those children’s tales, could they?
So yes, they did notice Raina Tibbits when she moved into the old Williamson house just outside of the main area of town, but if you ask them they’ll deny it. Because she’s too strange for them to acknowledge her existence without admitting that perhaps those old stories aren’t as fictitious as they previously thought. And this is where we meet the lady of the hour, Miss Raina Tibbits. Or Ms, if you prefer - she never minded either way. But she’d prefer you just called her Raina. Read More
After much ado, it’s almost time to start posting. The first chapter will be posted on Wedsday, which is two days from now. I know hardly anyone knows about this website at the moment.. but I’m still excited! See you then.