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Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

Quaraun squeezed his eyes shut tight, as if that would hide him from the staring eyes of the Humans in the crowd.

Confusion, shame, and humiliation filled his thoughts.

The poor Elf stood naked, save the collar on his neck and the shackles on his wrists and ankles. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he listened to the auctioneer shouting words he didn't understand. There was no one in the crowd, speaking a language Quaraun could recognized.

The frightened Elf trembled in fear as the Humans in the crowd began shouting. He was not fully certain what was happening, but it was apparent that he was being sold into slavery. Beyond that, there was nothing he could determine for sure what else was going on.

Bidders were allowed to come up front to get a closer look at him. They poked and prodded him. One grabbed him by his balls and spent a moment carefully squeezing each testicle, feeling their size and shape. Quaraun bit his lip and tried to ignore the intense sense of violation he felt, be handled like this in front of so many people. That one paid more attention to him then the others. He argued with the auctioneer.  

The auctioneer pull out a stack of papers. Several of the bidders took turns reading the paperwork. The man whom had grabbed him before, took a firm hold of his balls again, then examined his penis, noting the damage, pointing out the scars, then pulling the foreskin back and carefully studying the glanshead. 

Quaraun didn't know why they were doing this to him. He was terrified. The man yelled at the auctioneer while pointing t Quaraun's scars. Quaraun had long been ashamed of his scars. He hated being naked. He hated letting any one see his scars. He trusted Unicorn and GhoulSpawn and he had trouble even letting them seeing him naked.

He wanted to run.

He wanted to hide.

But the men with guns. The men with tasers. The men with the hard metal nightsticks.

They were all around.



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One at every corner.

One at every door.

Several stood between him and the crowd.

He'd tried running away before. He remembered those men.

They always dressed the same.

Viscous men in blue uniforms.

No matter where they were. They always acted the same.

He didn't know who or what they were. Soldiers of some sort. Every Human village had them.

Last time he ran, the armed men ran after him. They beat him. They tased him.

He'd seen others run. He had run towards a door. Most did. But some ran towards the crowd. Those they shot with the guns. Those Elves died.

Humans were the worst monsters he'd ever encountered. And these Humans, in this time, in this future, they were the worst Humans he'd ever known.

Quaraun desperately wanted to run, but he also wanted to live. Thee memory of other Elves gunned down by the viscous men in blue, kept the frightened Elf standing still, more scared to move, then he was to run.







Quaraun looked away from the blue uniformed beasts and back to the men arguing with the auctioneer. Something in the paperwork had made them angry. There were Humans to all sides of him. Yelling and screaming and waving their hands in the air.

There were too many bright lights, too many sounds, too many smells, too many people, too much commotion.

Quaraun's senses were hyper stimulated. He wanted to scream and make them all go away. His eyes darted towards the men with the guns. They'd kill him if he did, so he remained silent.

Soon the men were shouting at one another, the auctioneer pointing back and forth to each in turn, and shouting with them. One by one the bidders left and went back to the crowd, until only two men remained. The man who had grabbed him by the balls was viciously arguing with he last competitor. 

Though he could not tell what they were saying, Quaraun could tell by how excited the auctioneer had become, and how angry the two men were becoming, and also by the shocked gasps from the crowd, that the bidding price had gotten very high. It was clear from the reactions of every one in the room, that no Elf had ever been sold for the price this bid had reached.

Two very wealthy men were fighting for him.

It appeared that the man whom had grabbed his balls, was somebody famous. A celebrity of some sort, by the way every one else treated him. The auctioneer was excitedly going back and forth between the two men, egging them on into their bitter battle over who would win the Elf before them.

"Two million," the man said calmly. Smugly. He wasn't shouting any more. He knew he had just won.

"Two mill..." The auctioneer stammered, not sure he had heard correctly. "Two? Two? Million?"

The man nodded.

"Two million," he repeated in a cold steadfast voice.

"Two Million!" The auctioneer shouted.

The crowd gasped in unison and fell silent.

Quaraun had clue what 'two million' meant, but it meant a lot. He could see that in the look of awe and amazement on every face in the crowd.

The auctioneer looked at the other bidder. The bidder shook his head and sat back down.

The auctioneer pointed to the first man, the man whom had spent so much time examining his genitals.

"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

The next thing Quaraun knew, the men who had dragged him to the stage, were beside him once again,. One grabbed the chains leading to his collar and tugged on them, while the other man nudged him with a nightstick. Quaraun obediently went with them, off the stage and back to the room he had previously been in.

As had been done to him earlier, other Elves were being undressed and bathed and lined up for their turn to be sold. He felt a tug on the chains and realized he'd stopped walking to watch the other Elves. He again followed the men. They took him back to where he'd been undressed, then removed the shackles from his ankles and wrists, long enough to allow him to ree-dress himself.

Once he had put his cloths back on, the shackles were returned to his arms and legs, and again they lead him away by the chains. This time he was taken to a room, where other Elves, already sold before him, were lined up, their chains attached to rings on the wall. Some had chains long enough to allow them to sit on the floor, but most had chains too short and were forced to stand. The two men unlocked an empty ring and hooked Quaraun's chains to it, then left, leaving him alone with the other Elves whom had just been sold.

Quaraun stared around the room at the many faces. Elves of every race, every class. 

Dark Elves. 

Wood Elves. 

Mountain Elves. 

Grey Elves.

A few Silver Elves. 

Lots of Common Elves. 

Young Elves. 

Old Elves. 

Males Elves. 

Females Elves. 

Children. 

Mothers crying for their babies.

Babies being sold as pets.

Couples, separated and crying for each other.

Many were sick. 

Some looked near starved. 

Some were bloody from having recently been wiped. 

Some were bruised. 

A few had broken limbs.

Some looked like they were dying.

The Elves were being sold with no regard for families units.

Families were being torn apart, each member sold to different owners.

There was nothing but pain and suffering every where he looked.

Quaraun noted that he alone, appeared to be the only aristocrat in the group. He was certainly the only Northern Elf. And the palest of what few white skinned Elves their were. He also noticed that it was not at random, that some Elves had longer chains and were allowed to sit.

The Elves with long chains, like him, were calm and docile, not making a fuss, and sitting quietly awaiting their fate. The Elves with shorter chains, forced to stand, were also the Elves that were wiped and bruised and whenever a Human guard walked past them, they lunged at them, viciously. They were on short chains to prevent them the ability to grab the Humans and hurt them. From the amount of scars on the bodies of these Elves, it appeared they'd seen many a slave auction now. Bought and sold dozens of times. Snapping and clawing like wild animals, Quaraun wondered how long they'd been in slavery. How long did it take for a calm quiet Elf to turn into a snarling creature like that?

Quaraun watched and waited, wondering what would happen. He knew he'd been sold to the man the auctioneer had called Zebulon, but what he was supposed to do next, he did not know.



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One by one Humans were lead out to the room. The guard would unchain the Elf or Elves the Human had won and hand them over to their new masters. As the auction continued, more Elves were brought out to this back room to await being taken away by their new masters.

Quaraun waited for what seemed like hours, before Zebulon came out back here to take him. When Zebulon arrived, he had several other men with him. Many Elves were unchained and each man took two Elves, Quaraun being among them. Zebulon had bought nearly 2 dozen of the Elves, in addition to Quaraun.

Quaraun now found himself herded into the back of a large truck. With one long, single chain, connecting all of the Elves together. The cargo truck had no windows, and only it's roll up door, on the back. As the Elves were pushed up into the truck, Zebulon, called one of his men over. 

Moments later the man was unlocking Quaraun's chains. While the other Elves remained, connected, their chained all attached to the one large chain, Quaraun was now separated from the others. The Human pushed Quaraun forward, up the ramp and on to the truck. At the front was a row of prison bars, forming a cage. The man pointed to the open door of the cell. Quaraun stood and stared at it, wondering why he was being separated from the other Elves.

When all the Elves were on board, Zebulon himself came onto the truck. The Humans talked. Zebulon pointed to each Elf individually, studying papers as he did, and giving his men orders. When he came to Quaraun, he talked to his men for much longer, and much sterner commands were given. Quaraun knew nothing of this language they spoke and was unable to determine what it was they were saying about him.

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"I don't want him getting damaged in transit," Zebulon commanded to the men on the truck. "I paid an arm and a leg get the Snow Elf. This is an endangered species. These Northern Elves almost never come up on the market. I've been trying to get my hands on a white Elf for years."

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The men looked scared of Zebulon, this frightened Quaraun. All Humans were monsters, but when one Human was scared of another... that Human was always the worst monster of all. Following the instructions they were given, the men put Quaraun in the cage and then shackled his chais to the rings on the wall. This made him feel very trapped. Very uncomfortable. and very singled out from the others. The other other Elves were all just sitting in a pile on the floor in the center of the truck. Quaraun was confused and frightened by what was going on. He didn't like being singled out. He didn't like being separated from the group. He wanted to be with the other Elves. These Humans scared him.

Soon the Humans climbed off the truck, and shut the door. With no lights and no windows, it was very black inside the truck now. Most of the Elves were night blind and could not see. Quaraun, being a Moon Elf, was nocturnal, his eyes better suited to seeing through the darkness then seeing in light of day. He could see the frightened Elves huddling together, as the truck's engines roared to life, and with a jolt, started moving. It was soon, obvious, why it was they had chained Quaraun firmly to the wall.

The box truck was made for transporting cargo, not living beings. The smooth metal floor, made it easy to slide boxes across it's surface, but difficult to stand on. At first the Elves tried to stand, but the swaying of the truck and the bumps in the road, sent them tumbling to the floor. Every bump in the road, jolted the Elves. Being all chained together, hen one fell and was sent sliding across the floor, the others went with them.

The truck was small, and there were far too many Elves for the space they were in. Every turn sent them falling and sliding. It was a long trip they were going on and many were be badly bruised by the time they reached their destination. Some became car sick and vomited. Few had ever been in a truck before and were panicked over this strange moving box they'd been locked in.

As the journey continued, and the hours went by, Quaraun was glad he'd been separated from the others and chained to the wall, and not sliding around in vomit and piss, being banged up and bruised with the others. There was no sleep for any of the Elves that night, on the long drive from the auction house to Zebulon's Elf Breeding Farm.


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It was a beautiful sunny, summer morning, when Quaraun's world turned very, very dark. 

With the three wizards, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn now living together at Black Tower, life has become peaceful and quiet. BoomFuzzy free to cook to his heart's content, GhoulSpawn lost in reading his books, and Quaraun tending his ever growing rose garden...

One second everything was normal and then next, Quaraun vanished without a trace. Swallowed by a multi dimensional portal that swept away every Elf on the planet, from every where, all at once.

The Elves find themselves in the distant future, imprisoned by a madman named Zebulon. Slave trader. Zookeeper. Side show ring master. Elf breeder.

Quaraun, ever the peaceful non-violent hippie of an Elf, takes a complacent stance to the abuse he receives at the hands of the Humans, refusing to fight back or defend himself.

When Quaraun finds his long lost missing half-Elf daughter, now an adult and being used as a breeder, repeatedly raped and tortured, his complacently wanes, given way to hellish wrath unleashed on every Human he meets.

Leaving a bloody trail of bodies in his path, Quaraun takes his daughter and escapes, eventually finding his way back to his own time...

But time moves differently in different dimensions, and while for BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn only 7 days have gone by... each day here, was 10 years there for Quaraun, who has now aged by nearly a 100 years, is now married to his half-Elf daughter, and is no longer the gentle, peaceful, kind hearted, loving Elf they once knew.


NOTE: Most of the Quaraun series is written in a distinctive "stage play dialogue" style with almost no narratives. The entire series being almost straight up dialogue.

Zebulon's Captive breaks from that format, going almost completely into the reverse, and being almost entirely narrative.

This is the first volume of the series, featuring Quaraun as a mute character. At the beginning he's not talking because he's sold to slavery in a country where he does not know the language. The whole story being told in narrative format of what he sees and feels and is thinking, without him ever having a conversation with the people around him.

By the end of this volume, his tongue has been cut out, leaving him mute and no longer able to verbally communicate from this novel onward in the series.








This is the story that introduces Quaraun as the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets, the the evil, serial killing Necromancer who builds the blood thirsty, flesh eating, Twighlight Manor, and primary villain of The Twighlight Manor series.


This 2 part story is continued in "My Two Favorite People"... 

This is the story told from BoomFuzzy's perspective and takes place at Black Tower, telling what happened to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, while Quaraun was gone.


TRIGGER WARNING: This is perhaps the darkest story in the series and puts the topic of rape front and center with multiple, graphically violent torture rape scenes played out on page. This volume contains some of the most violent scenes of the entire series.


Three wizards and a Rose Garden



The Elf Repopulation Project






"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."



Zebulon's Elf Breeding Farm



The Last of The Moon Elves



A Second Moon Elf Found







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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.

~EelKat



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White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here:  https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.





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Meet My D&D Player Characters:

 The Chaotic Neutral Mind Flayer Wizard-Priest

(ZooLock the Great)

Lawful Good Space Cat

(Empress EelKat)

The Chaotic Evil Faerie (Phooka/Unicorn) Illusionist Necromancer

(King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley)

The Chaotic Good Gnome Illusionist/Thief

(BeaLuna the Faerie Hunter)

The Chaotic Neutral Half-Dwarf/Half-Troll Barbarian

(Bullgaar the Vulgar)


Sadly I've not played in a D&D game group since I was beaten up at Southern Maine Community College (SMCC) November 14, 2013 and left paralyzed for 5 months, relearned to walk for 18 months, and am still now in 207 crippled and with very limited mobility. A 4 door white truck left the scene.

The FBI believes this attacker to be the same person who blew up my house with a bomb on October 18, 2006.

The 4-door white truck has Maine plate #: 1459 US.

More information can be found HERE and HERE and HERE and HERE.

If you know the driver of this truck, they are wanted for 2 counts of attempted murder, the bombing of my house, the kidnapping of my cats, the murder/beheading of my cousin, and more than 200 terrorist attacks on LGBTQ residents of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Please give any information you have to the identity of this very dangerous criminal to:

FBI Agent 
Andy Drewer 
@ (207) 774-9322  



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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.

~EelKat