Tharsia's apartment was hung about with tapestries and jangling crystal windchimes and a string of little silver unicorns, and it reminded Jane of Porphylia and everything she wanted to forget.

"I think the erotic science fiction I wrote was defining for me, because it was the final step in solidifying who I was as an adult individual, asserting my sexuality and uncovering a lot of what had just been sublimated up until then. Once that was uncorked, I found my voice, and I've been going strong ever since."