Official Home Page Of The Quaraun Series
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane: Bizarro Fantasy


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This is the home page of

Maine author, artist, Voodoo Priestess, Gypsy Queen, and art car designer:

EelKat Wendy Christine Allen.


This website started in 1996 and is updated, edited, and added to daily.

As of 2021 it has more than 10,000 pages. However, only around 2,000 pages are indexed by search engines (robot blockers and/or passwords, prevent the rest from being findable by Google/Bing/Yahoo/etc.). Around 8,000 pages can only be accessed by clicking on direct links to them. The links are found on other pages on this site. Confusing? Perhaps. But whenever one of those difficult to find 8,000 pages gets traffic, I know that you are VERY dedicated in reading what I wrote or doing some stalker level digging to reach those search engine inaccessible pages and I'd rather not waste my time writing stuff for uninterested parties, plus it's fascinating to see how deep some people are willing dig to find every last word I wrote.

I published my first novel in 1978. Since than I have published 138 novels, 30 non-fiction books, 2,000+ short stories, a dozen plays, a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck comics, a few dozen novellas, and 10,000+ non-fiction articles.

I am asexual and famous for 4 decades of writing 100% sexless stories, laced in extreme blood-gore-and-violence. But in spite of that, in recent years, most people classify me as an Erotica author. I don't know why, as I've never written Erotica or even any sex scenes, and as I am a nun, raised as such from the age of 3, I wouldn't even know how to write sex or Erotica. If you came here looking for sex, BDSM, Erotica, or Dominatrix's, please return to whomever sent you and tell them to burn in Hell where their immoral ass belongs. Also, do tell me their name so I can put a curse on them, so they will never enjoy sex ever again, to punish them for spreading lies about me and connecting my name to anything related to sex at all. I find sex vile and despicable and want no part of your perverse degradation near me.

All of my fiction works are about Alien Elf Wizards who live in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All of my non-fiction works are about the history of Maine, it's Gypsy Clans, and most especially Old Orchard Beach the town which was settled and founded by my family.

Most of these pages answer reader questions on the worldbuilding, character creating, plotting, writing, editing, and publishing process of my work. 

Others are on the history of my people, The Gypsies of Maine, our culture, our lifestyle, our cars, and our religion.

The rest of the pages are daily updates of the terrorist attacks by Maine's White Supremacists on my non-white family, including updates of the FBI investigation of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping and murder of my children.

The bulk of this website is a massive database of how-to articles for anyone looking to write and publish Dark Fantasy & Weird Horror.

Some stuff is indexed. Most stuff isn't. The links below take you to the most popular/most visited pages. Each of them contains more links to more pages. That should get you started.

Enjoy your stay!


FAQs: What happened to The Summoner of Darkness? The book was never released and the whole tour was cancelled.

The Summoner of Darkness, my NaNoWriMo 2014 novel that was due to release summer 2015.

It never got released because my family was murdered April 10, 2015, and I obviously had to stop work on the novel. 

I've had quite a bit of trouble going back into working on Summoner of Darkness, due to events that happened while I was writing it.

It was due to release June 2015 and we - me and my family - had just bought my motorhome a few weeks earlier (February 21) because we had a cross country book signing tour planned, which included a booth at the San Diego Comicon (do you have any idea how hard it is to get into that convention as a guest speaker?) and we were all going together.

But than my family was murdered April 10, 2015 and I stopped work on the book, and I had to cancel 57 book signings/lectures/workshops in 43 states, as well.

So, the tour was cancelled, the book was never released because it was never finished, and my family is dead.

I stopped working on the book and started playing Witcher 3.

I've been playing Witcher 3 ever since and I've not been able to go back into writing new novels for The Quaraun series without massive post traumatic stress disorder issues. That's why there has been no new releases for The Quaraun series since April 10, 2015.


FAQs: How do you come up with your Character names? They all sound so strange.

Because it fits the genre and world I write, I use the same method like was used in in classic literature Utopia, Hinds Feet on High Places, Paradise Lost, and Pilgrim's Progress, where the character's have "descriptive" names that alert the reader to "who" they are.

For example in Hinds Feet on High Places (by Hannah Hurnard), the story is about a girl named Much Afraid traveling with her best friends Sorrow and Suffering to escape her father Fearing who is trying to force her to marry her cousin Craven Fear, to search the world for a guy named Joy that she thinks can help her find someone else named Humility. The author based the whole story around emotions, so all the characters had names that reflected their dominate emotion.

My own novels are similar to that when it comes to naming characters. The series is heavily influenced by 2edAD&D especially it's SpellJammer (aka Elves In Spaaaace!) and RavenLoft expansion packs. 

Well if you ever played DnD's old 2ed versions, you know that everyone was named after their attributes or skills.

For example a half-Elf who is half-Demon ends up named something like GhoulSpawn, a tower dwelling dark mage could end up being named something like HellBorne, and a guy who wears a bat suit is called BatDude while his sidekick is named Pigeon Poop Boy, if you need a taxi service to travel between planets you want a pirate Gnome named Captain Quirk and his flying pirate ship The Rent-a-Prize, the Mind flayer thief turned priest is named ZooLock because he's good at picking locks, while the two most evil villains of all are a g-string wearing strip dancing Elf named The Jiggler, and a candy making Unicorn Lich named BoomFuzzy, and they all worship a microscopic goddess named The Scared Pink JellyFish, who is the most powerful being in the universe but can only be seen under a microscope, she also crawled up the nostril of an Elf, burrowed into his brain and now controls his body, and he's the only character with a remotely normal sounding name: Quaraun, which came from the 2edAD&D Elves splat book red cover edition, he was previously called SunTa' or Tajid in early stories before being given an official name (Tajid was the name of a real person I knew in real life who was murdered August 21, 1991 and I changed the character's name in the novel to Quaraun a year later, because I had trouble writing a character who was the same name as a person whom I knew in real life, after the real person was murdered. It's WHY all the old editions published before 1991 were puled out of print.).

I also said all of that in one sentence.

1994 cover art for a special SpellJammer issue of Dungeon magazine. The painting was titled: "A SpellJammer Dentist At Work."

The 2edAD&D SpellJammer naming system, got to love it.

Now, if it was just one or two characters named this way and everyone else had "normal" sounding names, than it would just be making one or two characters seem "special". But the thing is, in Quaraun's universe EVERYONE is named this way. Main characters, secondary characters, minor characters, background characters, crowd characters, good, evil, bad, grey, beautiful, ugly, heroes, villains, merchants. Everyone. So it fits within the context on the world, because these types of names ARE the "normal" for this society.

I would not advice using this mish-mash of common words to create descriptive names, as a way of naming characters unless you do it for your entire cast. I've seen authors do it JUST for the main characters and than everyone else in the novels will have "normal" sounding real names (Peter, Paul, Mary, etc.) and it really makes the main characters stick out like a sore thumb and just feel very out of place, like they don't belong in the novel's setting.

When you name your characters, make sure the names match the setting they live in. For example, the Quaraun's world, it's not just the characters named this way: buildings, rivers, towns, business's, etc. are named this same way as well. Thus you see places like: Black Tower, The Screaming Unicorn Inn, White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane, The Mind Controlling Pissed Off Pumpkin Patch, The Forest of No Return, Fire Mountain, Pink Porpoise Pond, etc. Some of them are overly simple such as The Guild being as the name implies a guild and The Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies being well angora rabbits.

I should probably point out I'm a SpellJammer Dungeon Master and have been for 40+ years, so, (it was released in 1973, 5 years BEFORE Dungeons and Dragons was, under the name Metamorphosis Alpha, and was brought into the DnD franchise in 1991 now renamed SpellJammer). I use the SpellJammer d20 dice roll chart naming system for all my novel characters same way I do in the game. All the names of my characters are literally whatever a dice roll on the SpellJammer character naming chart rolled out.

Obviously this method won't work for every genre, but for Psychedelic Bizarro High Fantasy about the Highest LSD addicted cannibal High Elves flying across the Universe massacring humans from their rainbow powered pirate ships, it works great.

The series contains a novel that also was the first novel to be awarded the World's Best Gay Romance of the Year award and broke down barriers preventing authors from publishing Gay Romance, and was the novel that caused Amazon to create a Gay Romance category, just for that one novel, and was Amazon's #1 top selling Gay Romance novel for years in a row, selling 10,000 copies within it's first hour of publication.

So people (other authors, not readers) who laugh at my characters' names (and there have been many) and say I should give them more serious real sounding names, and tell me to take my writing and my career more seriously (like they do), while telling me to be politically correct, stop using tropes, and saying I should hire a sensitivity editor (again like they do), should pay attention to the fact that readers are fed up with seriousness, historical accuracy, political correctness, sensitive snowflake syndrome, and really do just want authors to write things that are fun to read for sake of being fun to read, without worrying about stepping on toes. 

And the Quaraun series has stepped on a lot of toes, including making the gay couple be one white transvestite who HATES being called a SHE when he's a HE in a dress and one black serial killing gangster with the N-word everywhere (oh yes - it's there A LOT), and includes scenes of them killing sensitivity beta readers at publishing houses and literally driving WW2 German army tanks over SJW protestors.


Critics slaughtered it for being ANTI-SJW, mocking PC sensitive snowflakeism, and readers loved it and it wins awards for it's in your face give no shits style.

As an LGBTQAI+ Person of Colour myself, I HATE it when STRAIGHT WHITE people think they knows what's best for us and the recent BLM riots, I mean protests have been nothing but an utter mockery of even more white people thinking they can control us coloured folk. It's why I DO NOT support the BLM movement. It's nothing but white people telling us non-whites what to do as usual.

And, no, I'm not joking one bit, those really ARE the names of my characters, how I named them, the things they do in the novels, and I still won those snooty patooty awards and pissed off all the authors of more serious work who didn't come close to either my sales or the awards my books won.

The lesson here? Stop worrying about what other people might think, and write whatever the fuck you want. There's a market for everything, and it just might surprise you to learn the market is getting pretty fed up with political correctness getting in the way of just writing a fun novel.



UPDATED TO ANSWER READER QUESTION:
How come you don't like the BLM movement?
Isn't it for people like you? Doesn't it help you?

UPDATED TO ANSWER READER QUESTION: How come you don't like the BLM movement? Isn't it for people like you? Doesn't it help you?

No.

It doesn't help us.

The BLM movement doesn't help us Gypsies.

The BLM movement doesn't help Jews.

The BLM movement doesn't help Native Americans.

And guess what? For all the Black people running around sayin they are the lowest rung, the smallest minority... FUCK THAT! They are lying to you!

There are more Black people in New York City, than there are Gypsies, Jews, and Native Americans combined on the entire planet.

There are more Black people in ONE FUCKING TOWN, than there are Gypsies, Jews, and Native Americans combined ON THE ENTIRE PLANET!

They ain't the lowest rung in discrimination and you're an idiot if you believe they are.

They ain't the smallest minority and you're a fucking jackass too damned retarded to look up facts for yourself if you believe they are.

And guess what else, BLACK PEOPLE beat up, harass, and murder more of us Gypsies than White people do!

Muslims who are also not White, have killed more people in my family than anyone else, because we have Jewish blood, even though there hasn't been a Jew in our family for 5,000 years.

But then there's the White people, who think we Gypsies are Muslim because of how we look and dress and kill us because killing Muslims is what White people do and kill first ask questions later... my family has lived in Maine since 1530, yet since 2001 White people call us foreigners and tell us to go back home. We are home. We are Kickapoo Native Americans, it's you White jackasses who invaded America not us. We've ALWAYS been here.

Black. Muslim. They ain't no different than White people. They are brutal racists just like them. 

Black. White. You're both fucking racists. Get over it and learn to get along.

Black people are no different than White people and we who are neither, watch the both of you fighting and live in mortal terror of BOTH the BLACK PEOPLE & THE WHITE BECAUSE, because we know from experience, that no matter how much you Blacks and you Whites hate EACH OTHER, BOTH BLACKS & WHITES hate us Gypsies more than you hate each other.

And you want to know what's even worse? My grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, was half Kickapoo Native American and half BLACK. I'm 1/4 Black in case you didn't know, and in my lifetime I've been beaten up by just as many racist ass Black people as I have racist ass White people.

Why?

Black people beat me up for the SAME REASON White people beat me up, just reversed.

In the minds of White people, my Black blood makes me TOO BLACK to be accepted as a part of White society.

In the minds of Black people, my pale, could pass for white, skin makes me TOO WHITE to be accepted as a part of Black society.

And while all you people parade around hypocritically chanting Black Lives Matter when you don't actually mean it, my family was murdered by fucking 14 White police officers of Old Orchard Beach, Scarborough, and Saco, Maine on April 10, 2015.

And not a one of you chanting Black Lives Matter cared, because we LOOK too White to for OUR lives to matter. 

Well guess what, White cops kill us too, no matter how pale our skin is, and the fact that you don't care that White police officers murdered 10 of my 12 children in a single day, the fact that you do not care, because we don't look DARK ENOUGH for our mixed blood faces to matter to you, just PROVES how big of hypocrites you BLM movement people REALLY are!

Every one of those 14 murderous bastards is STILL an active duty cop, right now in 2021, and not one of them got so much as a scolding for COMMITTING MURDER, cutting my kids' heads off and nailing them to the door!

That is the kind of police officers we have in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Scarborough, Maine. There has NEVER been justice for my family, those murdering police officers walk free and are STILL officers in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, and Scarborough, Maine RIGHT NOW - in June 2021... 6 years after murdering my family and NO ONE GIVES A FUCK!

Black. White. You're BOTH hypocrites.

What happened to my family, and how you people fucking responded to it, that tells me that the Black Lives Matter movement is nothing but a sham. Black people don't want to REALLY help minorities who are being killed by White cops... they'd care about what happened to my family April 10, 2015, if they did.

But Black people don't care when NON-BLACK MINORITIES are murdered by White cops.

There's the reality of your fucking BLM movement!


Where can I read your work online?

You can't.

I'm an author, I publish books.

If you want to read them, you get off your ass, drive to a book store, buy the book, a physical book, cardboard covers with paper pages in between, with ISBNs and copyright pages and formatting and proofing, you know, ACTUAL books.

None of my fiction works are posted online any where.

Some "sample chapters" of UNEDITED FIRST DRAFTS of the Quaraun series can be read here on this website, but they are not the FINISHED product as it appears in printed published editions. These UNEDITED sample chapters were posted here on my website as part of a series of articles I made showing what my editing process looks like. The before and after of the Quaraun series.

The chapters online here, show you the "vomit draft" of what exactly it looks like straight out of my head with no edits made to it. You can than open up the published paperback and look at that same chapter, as it appears after being edited, and compare what changes were made. The intent was to provide samples of the BEFORE publication product so you could compare it to the AFTER publication paperback book, and see the difference, so you could see what exactly gets edited out, what gets added, how the spelling and grammar change. Etc.

The reason I di this was because so many new/young writers get confused over what they should edit in their drafts, and often ask published authors (myself included): "What did you edit?" But most people give then general answers like: "I polished the grammar" and leave it at that, which really doesn't tell them anything or answer their question at all. So, when I answer that same question here, I went and uploaded around 100 or so sample chapters, from around 50 of the Quaraun novels, to show new writers, here's what my actual first drafts look like, vs what you see in the finished product, now you can examine the 2 and see EXACTLY how I edit. The whole thing was to help them see what kinds of things they should be editing in their own drafts.

So while you CAN read some sample chapters of Quaraun stories here on my website, do be aware that they are the UNFISHIED-UNEDITED first draft samples, they contain deleted scenes that did not appear in the finished product, the finish product often has more scenes added that were not in the first draft, they are full of plot holes, story flaws, spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes, typos... all to show, THIS is what my first drafts look like. The online sample chapters not the EDITED-FINISHED chapter as it appeared in the published novels, so do be aware of that when reading them.


Outside of fiction works...

Everything I write online, can found right here on this website. And I do mean everything:

If I ever commented on a YouTube video - a copy of that comment can be found somewhere here on this website.

If I commented in your Twitch chat, the entire conversation, I was chatting in, is here on this website.

If you ever talked about me in your VODs on Twitch, copies of your VOD are uploaded here on my website, so my followers can see exactly what you had to say about me.

Every post I've ever put on Twitter, FaceBook, MySpace, or Tumblr, is also posted here on this website.

If I ever answered a question you asked on Reddit/Quora/Yahoo Answers/Absolute Write/KBoards, or any place else, my answer is cross posted here to this website.

Every word I have ever typed any where on the internet, all the way back to 1996, is cross posted to this website, so this website you are on right now, acts as a massive data base to absolutely every word I have ever said on the internet.


Are the Quaraun books on Amazon Kindle? 

No. There are only a few on Amazon. Five, I think?

Let me repeat this: I'm an author, I publish books.

A Kindle is not a book. It's an electronic device.

Grammar. Please learn it.

The question:

Are the Quaraun books on Amazon Kindle? 

... is illogical and make no sense. 

There are NO books on Kindle.

There are stories on Kindle.

There are novels on Kindle.

There are novellas on Kindle.

There are short stories on Kindle.

But there are no books on Kindle.

A novel is a type of story, it comes in many formats. 

One of those formats is Kindle. Another of those formats is books.

If it is not made out of paper, with pages you can flip through, printed in ink, it's NOT a book.

Learn to use words properly.

The correct and proper question you should have asked is this:

Are the Quaraun novels on Amazon Kindle? 

or

Are the Quaraun short stories on Amazon Kindle? 

No. The Quaraun series spans 2,000 short stories, 30 novellas, and 138 novels. There are only a few on Amazon. Five, I think? They are the most popular stories of the series and were uploaded on the 35th anniversary of the series.

Do keep in mind the Quaraun books were published MOSTLY between 1978 and 1987 and a few more between 1996 and 2006. And it's now 43 years later and MOST of the series is out of print.

The process to convert old books published back in the 1970s to 1990 to Kindle format is not easy or quick. It takes months to do just one book.

So, large portions of the series may never become available on Kindle, just because the process is rather lengthy and there are so many Quaraun books requiring converting.

If you want to read them, you get off your ass, drive to a book store, buy the book, a physical book, cardboard covers with paper pages in between, with ISBNs and copyright pages and formatting and proofing, you know, ACTUAL books.

You'd have to live local to me to buy the bulk of the series.

I have them printed up by local copy shops, yes, as ACTUAL books, made out of paper and printed with ink and everything. Yes, I know it sooo dreadfully difficult for you young people to wrap your minds around the existence of things like paper and pages and oh look page numbers.

I HATE ebooks, so, not much of my stuff has eBook editions. And I'm also sick of brain dead people with comments like: "What do mean ___ happens on page ___? There's no numbers in books. Books don't have pages!" Yes, not only is that an actual comment I got, but I've gotten variations of that same comment from more than 100 different people, who supposedly read the Witcher novels and couldn't find Avallac'h on page 179, because they only knew what ebooks and audio books were. In each case I asked "Didn't you have textbooks in school?" And they all replied with "No, school gave us laptops, everything was on that. Our school don't use books." Lovely. Children are graduating from high school with so little education, they don't what books, pages, or page numbers are. 

Sorry, but, if you are too lazy to drive to a book store and buy actual books, you're probably NOT part of my target audience.

And if you are too young to drive, well Honey, you be way too young to read the Quaraun series. Law requires you to be 21 or older to even buy them if you live in Japan or Australia where books are regulated by age ratings like movies are in America.

But no, most are not on Amazon.

They are ACTUAL physical books, sold at local book stores, and sold from booths at carnivals, festivals, book signings, and conventions.

I'm not interested in readers who read ebooks, and are too illiterate to even know what a page number is, so, I've not put much effort into converting the Quaraun series into eBook editions.

The Quaraun series is very limited run prints, of ACTUAL books, printed on ACTUAL paper, with ACTUAL page numbers, so, there are no ebooks and no audio books, and as I'm also not interested in catering to the mainstream public, there are no mass market editions either.

If a particular volume gets enough requests for an eBook edition I put it up, but otherwise, I'm more interested in getting paperback copies into the hands of people who I know actually WANT my books.


Would you call your books good?


>>>Would you call your books good?


Good?

Good is subjective.

Also, it depends on what standard you use to classify good as.

And than it would further depend on which series, which book within which series, and  what you are comparing each to.

The Quaraun books? 

No.

The Quaraun books, deliberately go against everything normally seen as "good". The grammar and spelling in the Quaraun books is atrocious, and it's written that way on purpose. I write in very good, near perfect grammar, in most of my 1st drafts, and that's good for most series, but, for the Quaraun series, I have to go in and ADD THE SPELLING MINSTAKES AND GRAMMAR ERRORS.

Yeah.

I ADD THEM.

A common question readers have with the Quaraun books is: "Is this supposed to be like this?" And yeah, every time you encounter a thing that seems "off" or "wonky", it is style choice. For example, in Night of the Screaming Unicorn, you see very early in that BoomFuzzy addresses Quaraun, by name, and about 20 or so pages later, Quaraun is hiding the fact that he's a wizard because he doesn't want BoomFuzzy to find out who he is, and yet, it's clear BoomFuzzy already does know who he is, because he's already called him "Quaraun". 

A couple of readers pointed that out and, saying that it felt like a writing error, a consistency error, felt like the author (me) had forgotten BoomFuzzy already knew who Quaraun was, so why is Quaraun trying to hide it? Well, if you pay attention to the story, you ARE told that Quaraun is very old, he's elderly, he's having a hard time getting around. 

Try to remember: Quaraun is elderly, nearing the end of his life, and BoomFuzzy is already dead. BoomFuzzy is a ghost. BoomFuzzy had two lovers: Quaraun and Gibedon. And Quaraun murdered Gibedon and a few days later BoomFuzzy commit suicide. And it's now 300 years later, and Quaraun is planning to kill himself, and BoomFuzzy's ghost shows up to try to stop him.

The story tells you that most Elves live around 300 to 400 years and Quaraun is nearing 700, maybe 800, he doesn't know how old he is, he can't remember. He can't remember what year it is. He can't remember when he was born. That's the point. Quaraun has some server old age memory lose issues, maybe dementia, possibly Alzheimer's, what it is exactly isn't important. What's important is that Quaraun is struggling to remember: ANYTHING.

And BoomFuzzy sees this, and he knows, Quaraun can't remember something he said, barely 5 minutes ago. Which is WHY you see BoomFuzzy, constantly repeating himself, constantly talking about the same events over and over again.

Quaraun is seen by most people in his world as insane, a raving lunatic, just plain crazy. No one takes him seriously because of how he talks, how he acts, how he dresses. And than there's BoomFuzzy who has been avoiding Quaraun for centuries. He's mad at Quaraun. Quaraun murdered BoomFuzzy's lover Gibedon and BoomFuzzy can't forgive Quaraun for that, so he refuses to talk to Quaraun for 300 years.

Night of the Screaming Unicorn is the first time they meet up again after 300 years away from each other. And BoomFuzzy, recognizes that something's wrong with Quaraun, something's seriously wrong. Quaraun is confused, stumbling around, gibbering madness. Quaraun doesn't recognize BoomFuzzy, and than Quaraun does recognize BoomFuzzy, but then 5 minutes later, BoomFuzzy is a stranger to him again and Quaraun doesn't know who BoomFuzzy is all over again.

BoomFuzzy was in love with Quaraun, when Quaraun was young and healthy, but that was years ago, and Quaraun's changed. Now Quaraun's old, and alone, and in very poor health, he can barely function - physically or mentally, he's in desperate need of someone to take care of him, but he has no one. No friends, no family, and society is so scared of him, that he can get help no where.

This is an elderly man in need of constant medical attention, and he's wandering around homeless, and no one cares. BoomFuzzy sees this, he sees this person that he used to love, wandering around homeless and alone, in desperate need of medical attention, half starved to death, and not mentally capable of remembering one minute to the next, let alone having the mental compacity to take care of himself.

It breaks BoomFuzzy's heart to see Quaraun like this, because it is so far vastly different from how Quaraun had been in his youth. BoomFuzzy had thought Quaraun had moved on, and he's now seeing that Quaraun didn't. Guilt over what he did (murdering BoomFuzzy's lover, Gibedon) absolutely shattered Quaraun's mind, he's spent his life isolated and alone, reliving the day of BoomFuzzy's suicide in his mind. 

Quaraun is nearing the end of his life, and his advanced old age had lead to serious memory issues, where he can remember things that happened in his childhood, but he can't remember what his did even an hour ago. If fact Quaraun acts like he just murdered Gibedon and BoomFuzzy just killed himself. Quaraun's mind is stuck in the day BoomFuzzy died. He can't moved passed it. He can't see that 300 years have gone by and he hasn't moved on. And THAT is why you see the story written the way it is.

And I remember when people first pointed that out and I explained this memory issue is what is going on (which, IS explained IN THE NOVEL, so I shouldn't have to explain it anyways) people pointed out: "OMG! Wait... is Quaraun an old man? I imagined him like being a teenager. I thought he was like a young adult. Ain't he like only 15 or 21 or..."

No.

Quaraun is an old man. So isn't BoomFuzzy. Uhm... yeah. Do you know what the following words mean?

   *   old - 123

   *   elderly - 6

   *   ancient - 27

Also here's some more words for you to look up the meanings of:

   *   forgetful - 2

   *   forgot - 18

   *   remember - 81

 As usual with these kinds of comments, I use Night of the Screaming Unicorn to judge by, as most of these comments come from people whom have read the ebook edition of that novel, AND because this is volume 1 of the series and is the novel MOST people have read if they've read the Quaraun books, and is the novel which introduces both Quaraun and BoomFuzzy.

   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "old" 123 times.

   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "elderly" 6 times.

   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "ancient" 27 times.

  *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "forgetful" 2 times.

   *  The Night of the Screaming Unicorn says Quaraun "forgot" something 18 times.

   *  The Night of the Screaming Unicorn says Quaraun could not "remember" something 81 times.

Uhm... again... yeah. You ARE told what is going on. It's NOT hidden. I'm not one of those writers who likes to weave hidden meanings and messages. I tell you outright, Quaraun is old, elderly, ancient, nearing the end of his life, has outlived all other Elves, has lost his ability to remember things, is very forgetful, can't remember things that happened moments ago... you just ignored what I wrote, and imagined things as you wanted them to be instead reading them as they actually were.

With the lone except of the flashback novel 'BoomFuzzy', Quaraun is literally described -in every single novel- as: "the Elf was somewhere around 750 years old, the equivalate of a 90 year old Human"

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are both elderly men who used to love each other when they were young but, a really horrible event broke them up and they haven't seen each other, in 300 years, BoomFuzzy has already died and is a ghost, while Quaraun is dying from old age, and he knows it. He's suffering. His health is falling apart. His memory is almost no-existent any more. He knows he won't live much longer and he just wants to see BoomFuzzy before he dies.

And yet, readers, are shocked when, they are talking to me on Twitch livestreams and hear me say Quaraun is elderly. They reply to say they thought he was a young kid, a 15 year old boy, a high schooler, a young adult around 21.

How?

How do you read the Quaraun novels and think Quaraun is young?

How is that even possible?

Others have pointed out BoomFuzzy speaks really bad, but all of a sudden, sometimes, he suddenly can speak fine. They ask, "Why did you edit some of his dialogue to be good and other lines to be practically illiterate." Again, pay attention to WHEN BoomFuzzy's ability to speak coherently changes. It changes when he's angry. No longer thinking clearly. Starts yelling. All of a sudden, yeah he can speak fine. He's no longer tripping over his words. Yeah, BoomFuzzy can speak fine when he WANTS too and when he forgets to to speak in broken grammar - like when he's angry. 

But why? Again - pay attention to the story. Quaraun doesn't recognize BoomFuzzy as BoomFuzzy if BoomFuzzy starts speaking clearly. When Quaraun was a teen, he meet BoomFuzzy, and BoomFuzzy didn't know Quaraun's language. They had a huge communication barrier. BoomFuzzy struggled badly to learn to speak with Quaraun. The language was hard to learn. And BoomFuzzy still struggled with it, at the time he and Quaraun broke up. But now it's 300 years later and BoomFuzzy knows Quaraun's language well and can speak it clearly, but Quaraun's dementia issues, cause him to only remember who BoomFuzzy is IS BoomFuzzy speaks broken grammar. 

So, BoomFuzzy deliberately goes out of his way to speak messed up broken sentences, because that's easier than trying to find a cure for Quaraun's failing memory.

So the bad grammar, the spelling errors, that's all deliberate, and adding into the story during editing, AFTER the novel was written.

The novels are written from Quaraun perspective, so even the narration is broken, and shifts back and forth in a muddled mess.

It's written that way, so that the reader IS just as confused as Quaraun is. Keeping the reader confused as to what is going on, IS the intention.

You got to remember that I write what I personally enjoy reading, and as a reader, I enjoy books that draw you into the mental and emotional psychology of the main character. I WANT to see the world the main character sees it. I WANT to experience what the main character is experiencing.

And if the main character is confused and struggling to gain their bearings in their world, I as a reader WANT to be confused and struggling in that world as well. I enjoy reading books that make me experience the emotion the character feels. And in the Quaraun series, Quaraun is mentally lost, confused, uncertain of what's going on around him. 

Does it make the series difficult to read? Yes. Yes it does. If you try to speed read through the Quaraun books, you ARE going to struggle with understanding what's going on. But that's the goal. Quaraun has Alzheimer's and he's struggling to get a grasp on anything. He's confused. He sees things and completely misses them. If the Quaraun books leave you confused, than they've done exactly what they were supposed to do.

I have other series' that I write, under different pennames (no, I'll not tell you what the series are or what my other pennames are - I keep them separate.) and those I take way more serious. I mean, I also write Disney and Harlequin, so, yeah, clearly I take some of my work VERY seriously and strive for extreme perfection.

But stuff like the Quaraun series, no. I know the style of how the Quaraun books are written is very niche and not typical of mainstream writing. It doesn't even fall neatly into any single genre. It's not going to appeal to many readers. I don't try to make it "good" in any sense of publishing industry standards of "good". I make it be what it needs to be. I suppose the Quaraun books would fall into what others might call "an art piece"? I don't know. I don't try to make it be "art" either. For my other works, my other pennames, you see me strive for what the industry calls "good", but for the Quaraun series, it's just me writing passionately about the thing I have a passion to write.





A Doll For Each and Every One... powered by the world's most haunted car.

FAQ: What religion are you? 

 FAQ: What religion are you? I thought you were a Muslim because of the hijab and modesty dress, but than I realized you wear a crucifix and have relic statues of Mary and Jesus and Catholic Saints everywhere, but than I heard you say Hail Satan and talk about summoning the Watchers and Azazel, plus people say you are a witch or wiccan or pagan or something.


I am a Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsan Fey and Marija Loa. I worship the One God, the Creator of All Life, the brass serpent of Moses who goes by many names, in Voodoo he is most commonly known as The Rainbow Serpent Papa Damballah Weddo; in Scandinavian folk religions he is known as The Great Serpent Uroboros.

Voodoo is a branch/division of the Catholic Church. We practice the same rites and rituals as does the Orthodox Catholics of the Vatican, and hail the Pope as our earthly guide. Jesus and Mary are at the centre of our belief system, and icons, relics, saint rituals, prayer beads/rosary, crucifix, candle lighting, intercessory prayer, ect.

Marija Loa is a type of Catholic nun. The word Marija Loa is Creole French and means “Married to God”. A Marija Loa is similar to a Mother Superior. She is the highest ranked nun of her order and has undergone a marriage ritual – a full wedding, wedding gown and all – to literally be married to one of the Loa. I am Marija Loa to Papa Damballah Weddo. 

Medsan Fey is a rank of Catholic nun. A Medsan Fey is a nun who specializes in herbology, herbal medicine, apothecary, hoodoo magic, candle magic, poppet magic (aka Voodoo dolls). 

Medsan Fey means I am a female Houngan/Borka also known as a Mambo or Vudo Queen.

I am one of only 12 Mambo on the planet who practice Death Wangas also known as The 7 Year Generational Death Curse.

I am EelKat, Etiole's Friend. Etiole is the Archangel Ertreal, The Avenging Angel who rained Brimstone and Fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, and is also known as The Pale Horseman of the apocalypse. He was a commanding officer in Azazel's Army in the battle of Heaven. The Watcher known as the lover of human women, who taught the world magic and was the father of the Nephilim and for this crime was one of the 7 Grigori Seraphim Watchers who was chained in the valleys of the Earth. I found him chained in the swamps of Maine in 1978 and set him free.

Everything I know I learned from Etiole. He is my familiar and my protector. 

I am hailed by many as the world's most powerful, most feared, most famous, and most deadly witch/poltergeist/spirit medium. This is due largely to my being the real world Gypsy "witch" who my neighbour Stephen King based his fictional Thinner Gypsy witch off of. He also filmed the movie Thinner on my farm.

But I have no power. I am merely a tool, the vessel through which Etiole connects to the physical world. This comes at a great cost and is why my health is so frail.

Everything ye do unto ME, in 7 years time, Etiole will do back unto THEE.

We are often seen as Christo-Pagan, as we rely heavily on magic arts not often seen in other branches of Christianity, such as tarot cards, crystal scrying, Kabbalism, Enochian angel magic, seances, spirit/oui-ji boards, etc.

Many in the more mainstream Christian community consider us to be Occultists and/or Satan worshippers due to our frequent communication and summoning of spirits, including both archangels and demons, and most notably The Loa, The Enochian archangels, and the Grigori aka The Watchers.

Like all Catholic nuns we cover our heads with veils and wear long modest caftan/robes/dresses. The colours and materials and styling of our veils and robes vary from day to day, depending on our sect, what holy day it is, which loa we are attuned to, our patron saint,  ect.

Seeing how this question comes to me from gamers, I will simply the answer in gaming terminology that you will understand: If I was a character in an RPG, I am what you would call an Herbalist-Alchemist-Druid-Healer-Priest. 

More simply put, I am what the ignorant would call a Witch Doctor or a Gypsy Fortune Teller or a Gypsy Witch.



FAQ: How much money do you make from streaming?

ZERO

NOTHING

I've NEVER earned a single penny from any of my videos, VODs, or livestreams, not on Twitch, not on YouTube, not on any other platform.

I do not monetize my content.

I do not turn on ads.

I do not have a donation link.

Streaming, gaming, and video creation are things I do in my spare time, after work. It is how I relax and de-stress. It is not a career/income for me. This is why I also do not have a regular or consistent schedule. I stream, play video games, and make videos in my spare time, when I feel like I am in the mood to do so. I find the act of playing video games, streaming, and making videos to be incredibly relaxing and it is my habit to do these things either when I am stressed out and need to relax or when I am having trouble sleeping and need to do something that will help lull me into a sense of calm so I can sleep.

The car/driving/shopping/town vlogs and livestreams are not something I do as a hobby. I do them at the request of FBI agent Andy Drewer, who goes through them all with a fine tooth comb looking for any clues as to the identity of the bomber who blew up my house or the murderers who cut the heads off my children and nailed them to my door. This camera is running 24hrs a day and if you do ANYTHING on that camera, you WILL be questioned by the FBI, so be sure you REALLY want that 5 minutes of fame BEFORE you jump in front of that camera, because it WILL brand you as a murder suspect.

If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


UPDATE: April 7, 2021: The Art Car Building Streams Are Returning Soon! The Dazzling Razzberry is about to return, as we completely rebuild it on stream

Close-up on The Dazzling Razzberry II's 2.5million marbles and beads
The Dazzling Razzberry, April 7, 2021
Close Up The Dazzling Razzberry Hood - before and after the February 2019 vandalism done by fans of the PsychoBitch 4Chan QAnon Streamer & her simps who did $30,000 in damages to it:
The Dazzling Razzberry 2 aka The Autism Awareness Car, as it looked from May 2012 until it's destruction February 2019
The Dazzling Razzberry, April 7, 2021

The Dazzling Razzberry is back... now all black primer... Repaired, wielded back together, running, licensed, registered, and back on the road again... now primed and ready to be restored.

This car was obliterated by a PsychoBitch 4Chan QAnon Twitch streamer and 5 of her simps armed with baseball bats, in February 2019. They did $30,000 in damages, leaving it chop-shopped to pieces, smashed apart, and all of it's 2.5million beads and marbles scraped off.

This car was my daily driver and daily car vlog streams stopped February 2019 because the car was reduced to so many chopped up pieces, that it took up nearly 3 years to wield the pieces back together, and make the car drivable again.

Because it cost $12,000 for the 2.5million marbles that was glued to it, and took me 4 years to hand glue them on one marble at a time, and most of those 2.5million marbles were reduced to shattered powdered glass dust by the vandals, The Dazzling Razzberry will not be returning to it's former shimmering glory.

If you know the Twighlight Manor series and you know Etiole's brother Razzbury that the car was inspired after... know this... we are going Sea Wolf for the rise of The Dazzling Razzberry 3.

Out with the Green Moray Eels and in with the Piranhas


Let's put this front and center, because we seem to need to...

I'm sick and tired of people calling me an Erotica author when I'm not and calling the Quaraun series Erotica, when it's not.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!


I've ignored the sex crazed trolls calling my books Erotica for years...


...but now my family is dead. Murdered by one of those very trolls.


One of those trolls put a bomb in my house.


One of those trolls cut my children's heads off and nailed them to my door.


While other trolls now take those real world events and sex memes about them.


So let's talk about this.


Let's talk about how slanderous jackasses calling my books Erotica, when they were not Erotica, resulted in my entire family being murdered April 10, 2015.


I think part of the problem with people calling me an Erotica author, when I've never even written a sex scene and I find scenes glorifying nude bodies to be revolting, largely because I find the human body to be utterly disgusting... stems from the fact that I write Yaoi and people seem to not know what the word Yaoi means.

Just because sex crazed teens write sex crazed fan fiction and post it on Tumbler with the tag "yaoi" underneath, doesn't mean it's ACTUALLY Yaoi. In fact, if it's fanfiction, chances are high it contains no Yaoi in it at all.

Yaoi is a Japanese word, which when translated to English means:

"Boy Love Written By Female Authors For Female Readers"

It means Gay Couples written by a female author.

Yaoi is NOT Erotica. Not even close. Usually, professionally published Yaoi is Romance. It's ONLY it stupid Yaoi Slash (fanfiction) that you see sex scenes or Erotica. If you've only read Yaoi Slash aka Yaoi fanfiction, than you've NEVER read the Yaoi genre, which is the LARGEST genre published in Japan, and 99.99% of the time is 100% sex-free.

I'm sorry, but horny 10 year old writing gay sex on FanFiction dot net is NOT the Yaoi genre and you're an idiot if you think it is.

Usually Yaoi is Sweet Romance aka sexless Romance like what Barbra Cartland wrote.

And while ALL Sweet Romance is sexless, MOST Romance is 100% sex free. 

It's very rare for a Romance novel to contain a sex scene.

And before the Fabio books of the 1990s, you never even saw so much as a hug, let alone a kiss, and sex wasn't even hinted at, let alone implied.

The Fabio books introduced couples how risked scandal by hugging in public and once in a while a couple got really daring and held hands. Kissing, still out of the question and sex did not exist outside of marriage and was not on the page.

In fact, the first Romance novel to contain an on-page sex scene, was written in 2013. Yes. 50 Shades of Grey.

Before 2013, sex was not allowed in the Romance genre and no publisher would touch a sex scene.

Sex scenes existed in other genres, as far back as the 1950s, but they were considerably rare before the 1990s and were generally seen as a death sentence to the career of any author daring enough to risk slipping a nipple onto the page.

If you wanted sex scenes, you wanted Erotic Romance, Erotica, or Porn - the ONLY 3 genres allowed to publish a sex scene in America, and YES the American government did and in fact still does have obscenity laws restricting what you can write, with sex outright not being allowed, by federal law, to be published in certain genres, until September 1997.

You might want to look up the federal laws that govern the publishing industry in America. Freedom of Speech ain't as free as you'd expect. There are a lot of things, you can't legally publish in America. 

No one ever referred to me as an Erotica author prior to 2013 when Kendra Silvermander highjacked my KBoards account while I was in the hospital, and started posting weird sex filled gibberish all over the forum using my account.

The Erotica rumor returned when Twitch streamer ThingyChan set out to making 5 hour long videos, detailing weird sex filled BDSM shit about me.

In both cases of Kendra and Claudia, it appears to be a case of "too retarded to know what words mean" followed by letting their overactive perverted, sex crazed imaginations run away with them on social media.

Both of them discovered I write in the Yaoi Genre and both of them, not knowing what Yaoi means, automatically thought Yaoi = Erotica/BDSM and ran wild spreading sex lies about me and what I write without ever once actually READING my novels to find out how incredible inaccurately they had misjudged me.

The fact remains, Quaraun is bisexual and polygamist. He has 2 male lovers: BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, both of whom are gay, and he also has 3 female lovers, all 3 of whom are straight. Quaraun is married to all 5 of his lovers and they all live together.

And guess what?

Quaraun is also, not only asexual, he's a castrated eunuch, which you would have known if you had actually READ my novels instead of running around spreading lies and rumors about them.

Sex doesn't run Quaraun's life. He loves his partners very much - no sex required for that. They have a strong emotional bond. It's unbreakable, and when one of them dies, one of the others driven to suicide by it, which is a primary plot point for the entire series.

BoomFuzzy's suicide takes over Quaraun's entire life. He becomes obsessed with. BoomFuzzy commits suicide right in the beginning of the series. It's one of the first things that happens. And the whole rest of the series after that, is older Quaraun, retelling his life with BoomFuzzy. 

The series shifts back and forth. Chapter A is a flashback to the past when BoomFuzzy was still alive, chapter B shifts to the present where we see Quaraun slowly going insane, suffering suicidal guilt driven depression blaming himself for BoomFuzzy's suicide.

THAT is the ENTIRE story... all 138 novels and 2,000+ short stories.

It's not sex, it's not Erotica. It's a man torn apart and trying to find a reason to live after his lover commits suicide.

There ARE sensual scenes, that involve a lot of touching and groping, kissing and hugging, but sex itself occurs in only 21 scenes out of the entire series.

Quaraun has a raging phobia of both sex and humans. Being a small, feminine looking Elf, he is often mistaken by Humans for being aa female and over the years several men have raped or attempted to rape Quaraun.

Because Quaraun's father did not want Quaraun to be the next king, he gathered together several women hell bent on being the next King mother, and held Quaraun down while the women raped him. The even repeats itself, until one of the women finally gives birth to a male baby. This event happened shortly before Quaraun is castrated by his father. His intent was to ensure that Quaraun did not father another child which could lay claim to the throne.

Needless to say the very thought of sex traumatizes Quaraun on horrifying levels. This results in the strange relationships he has with his lovers.

The story follows their life and has no theme of sex or gay-rights or anything, even though haters have made such claims. In fact, the fact that the characters are gay, bi, ad polygamous is not even mentioned at all. AND, back in 1978 when I first started writing the series, I have never heard the word gay... in fact, the first time I ever heard the word gay was on September 12, 2015 when a mod of gay haters arrived in my driveway. Even though I had written a GAY couple for over 40 years, I had to Google the word GAY in 2016 to find out what GAY was, because I had never heard the term before. That's how big of a non-issue GAY is in the novels.

I had known a gay couple in Saco, Maine when I was a small child. They were friends of my grandmother and she often visited them and several times I had been with her. I was about 12 years old when one of them was murdered at Saco Shaw's - it was the first of 5 Saco Shaw's Transgender Murders that would happen at that store over the next 30 years. About a year later the other one commit suicide. While not my first encounter with death, his was my first encounter with suicide.

I think because I was so young, about 4 years old, when I met them, and they were married before I meet them, and this was back in the 1970s, that it never occurred to me, that men were "not supposed" to be a couple.

One was a transvestite. He did not try to be a woman, he just liked wearing prom dresses, and the other looked like Billy Idol, spiky white hair, always dressed in spiked black leather. They owned Maine's first Dollar store, which was in the Saco Shaw's parking lot. Both of them died in the store a year apart. One was murdered by gay haters in the store, the other hung him self in the store on the one anniversary of his partners murder.

This couple HEAVILY influenced Quaraun and BoomFuzzy's characters and the theme of suicide that is in the Quaraun novels.

When I created Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, I even designed them to look and dress and talk like this real world gay couple whom had owned the Saco Shaw's Dollar Store.

They were a married couple. I never noticed until almost 40 years later, that they were the ONLY male couple in town. I didn't see them as different. I didn't see them a unusual. They were just a married couple, live may parents and other kids parents, it never occurred to me that they were the ONLY couple who were 2 men.

So, I grew up, just thinking sometimes families had 2 dads. 

When the transvestite was murdered, it was the 1970s and I was so young, it never occurred to me that it was because he was married to another man. I didn't realize that was what happened until many years later.

When the "Billy Idol" one hung himself, we were at the store, so we saw him like that. Me and my grandmother. I was I around 12 at the time. I understood why he did it. He was so sad after his partner was murdered. 

I never forgot what happened to them and it just stuck with me my whole life, that these men really loved each other a lot, so much that they couldn't live without each other and I just started writing stories about them and over time it evolved and became the Quaraun series.

It's not sex, it's not Erotica. It's man torn apart and trying to find a reason to live after his lover commits suicide.

And you people who call my work Erotica... you all ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

You judged it without reading it. Had you read it, you'd have known what it was. So all of you "god hates sex" protests in my driveway... you blew up my house with a bomb for nothing, you murdered my children for nothing. You stupid ass idiots. May you all burn in hell where you belong.

 The series spans 138 novels, 2,000+ short stories, more 8 million words total, and has exactly 21 sex scenes, which are there only because they were important to the plot, and they fade to black.

The story is Quaraun murdered someone and is on the run, at first alone, but he meets people alone the way, who, like him are outcasts of society for one reason or another and they form a sort of DnD/Pathfinder type adventuring group that travels together.

Quaraun started out as a character I played in Dungeons & Dragons, decades ago. And the earliest stories about him, were nothing more than me writing down the game story as my game group played the game. The character was created because the Dungeon Master wanted to hide the game's end boss villain (a Necromancer) in the adventure party, for the 2edAD&D Temple of Elemental Evil and needed a player he could trust to play a Chaotic Evil character and not let the rest of the players know the character was evil. The DM gave me the stats and I created a Moon Elf.  With the release of SpellJammer a few years later, I kept the character going in the SpellJammer Champaign, and than in a RavenLoft one as well. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, BeLuna, ZooLock, and Bullgaar were all characters I played in various campaigns with this game group. It was a large group with 15 players and 3 DMs (myself being one of the DMs) and 9 of us were published authors who were writing our novels based off the game nights. Because of this most of the Quaraun novels are heavily influenced by Temple of Elemental Evil, Raveloft, and SpellJammer. Because 9 of us were authors, we all retained the characters we personally played as our main characters in our novels, and changed the names and races of other players' characters, that way ONLY my novels contained Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, BeLuna, ZooLock, and Bullgaar, but never contained any characters played by other players. Each author did the same, and all of us published 50+ novels each over the course of running this D&D game group.

Quaraun was not originally written as a gay/bi character, as can be seen by the early stories when he had multiple wives and 8 children. This changed when an affair started between him and another Elf wizard as a result of a gay player wanting to play his own character gay and there being no one else willing to declare their character gay and his (the player's) boyfriend not wanting to join the game group. He designed his character as a half-elf wizard, with a pocket full of parrots. In the Quaraun novel's his character was changed to a Demon named GhoulSpawn and the pockets full of parrots became pockets full of sheep.

Also, Quaraun's a serial killer. Remember, I said he was designed to be the final boss villain of 2edAD&D's Temple of Elemental Evil, and part of what the DM's plan was, was for my character to one by one kill off the entire adventuring party, then resurrect them as Liches. This required players, to be killed in the game, without knowing my character had killed them, and than, being contacted that night, after the game, by the DM, to inform them: "DO NOT roll out a new character! Here's what's happening. You are now one of the Necromancer's minions. The Moon Elf will resurrect you and you are now Lawful Evil, and a Lich, but you have to pretend to be Lawful Good and don't let anyone know you are evil or a lich now." 

In the novels, like in the game, the murders are grizzly rituals, with scenes drawn out in medically accurate gory detail. Thus why the series is rate M18 or M21 in countries which have book ratings, and banned from being sold in some countries. Why would you call something like that Erotica? If you are so sick and so twisted that you would call something like THAT Erotica, than you probably belong in prison yourself.

Quaraun IS the villain. That's why he never fights any villains in the series. It's WHY the series goes on with Quaraun able to enter any village, any town, and country, any planet, with no one challenging him, and people running away in terror at the sight of him. He's the ultimate super villain, completely undefeatable. Unlike most story arches in typical fiction, the heroes NEVER win in the Quaraun series. Every hero who ever enters Quaraun's life to try to stop him, winds up dead and eaten. Every adventuring party that arrives to stop him is obliterated.

Quaraun is the most powerful wizard of the known universe. He's invincible. He's The Pink Necromancer. And any D&D style adventure party that tries to stop him, he just unleashes Pocket Lich - his pet DracoLich - on them, or BoomFuzzy - his Undead purple lich unicorn. Quaraun is more powerful than the Lich Lords, he made the Lich Lords, he controls the Liches.

Quaraun's world is dark and bloody. You're very in the wrong place if you came here looking for sex and Erotica, because you will not find that here.

The characters I played in Dungeons and Dragons (2ed AD&D, 3rd ed, 3.5 ed, 4th ed, 4.5 ed... I've never played 5th ed - I have more than 10,000 DnD, Pathfinder, Warhammer, d20, MTG, EverQuest, Iron Kingdoms, and other such games splat books/game guides, etc). 


The characters I played in Dungeons and Dragons are:


   *   Quaraun: Moon Elf Prince - Necromancer; infected with Mind Flayer Larva in his brain and will eventually evolve into a Mind flayer; primary attack is resurrecting dead flowers/plants/trees as armies of undead.


   *   BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley: Phooka/Kelpie/Evil Unicorn - Candy Chef Illusionist; makes marshmallow bunnies that transform into Holy Hand Grenades when thrown at enemies; delights in skewering Humans on his horn


   *   GhoulSpawn: Half Sun Elf, Half Cotswold Sheep Demon - Portal Master, Beast lord, and Chaos Sorceror - a coward who flees from fights, but throws glittering sheep into the path of enemies when doing so, causing confusion in the enemies, allowing the entire party to escape through a portal he made


   *   BeaLuna: Flower Gnome - Assassin/Rouge, Alchemist, Pixie Hunter; has a pair of ruby encrusted magic daggers and keeps pixies in glass jars


   *   Bullgaar: Half Dwarf Half Mountain Troll - Barbarian Warrior - a very big and very stupid Dwarf with rock-like skin


   *   FarDaariig: A Farrdariig (Welsh Vampire Leprechaun); wears a coat made of Human skin, dyed red with human blood; Mind Control -semi-psion, makes drugged food that he gives to travellers, causes them to sleepwalk off cliffs allow him to defeat enemies without actually confronting them in battle


   *   AlKeeme aka The Lansquin: Moon Elf - Quaraun's great-grandson; Cult Leader, Alchemist. Used alchemy to transform into a Gorgon/Snake-shifter beast. Uses mind control to turn enemies on each other.


   *   ZooLock: Illithid/Mind Flayer - Psion Priest with a pet Jelly Cube; A coward who flees fights, but leaves behind bloodthirsty flying pink goldfish and giant green jelly cubes, both of which massacre the attackers; worships the Sacred Pink JellyFish a female god wo is bored with being a god and has taken refuge in the brain of an Elf (the parasite that has burrowed into Quaraun's brain)

As Illithids/Mind Flayers are copyrighted character races and can not be used in published works not published by Wizards of the Coast, ZooLock underwent a race/species change in the published Quaraun novels, but in the original game play, he was a Mind flayer. 


...and they all appear in the Quaraun novels and do the same things they did your game group's game nights.

Does ANY of ^THAT^ sound like BDSM Erotica to YOU?

Let me tell you more about these novels they are calling BDSM and Erotica.

BoomFuzzy aka Unicorn is NOT a good person.

Let me repeat that:

BoomFuzzy is evil.

He's a serial killer known as The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

People call him this because he eats Elves.

He is in the habit of befriending an Elf, getting it to trust him, seducing it, making it his lover, than viciously attacking, killing, and eating it.

Quaraun is fully aware of this. But Quaraun, as a young child, had an emo-like crush on this villain whom all Elf children were taught to be on the look out for. When as a young adult Quaraun meets The Elf Eater, he is attacked, beaten, taken prisoner, and raped. Quaraun escapes and flees. Years later, they meet again and this time The Elf Eater is now very old, elderly, crippled, almost blind, and nearly starved to death. 

Initially Quaraun plans to kill the evil creature that has murdered thousands of Elves. But when BoomFuzzy does not fight back and simply let's Quaraun kill him, saying it would be a mercy for his life to end, Quaraun can't bring himself to kill the beast and ends up taking care of BoomFuzzy, nursing him back to health. They live together for about 30 years, but Quaraun is a very young Elf, he'll live another 500 years or more, and BoomFuzzy is an ancient Phooka somewhere around 2,000 years old. Old age, arthritis, dementia, Alzheimer's, blindness, and manic depression are all things the Phooka is suffering from. 

One day a village of Elves finds out Quaraun is living with The Elf Eater as his lover, and they attack the couple. Quaraun is seriously injured. BoomFuzzy rescues him, but gets stabbed in the belly when doing so. While nursing Quaraun back to health, BoomFuzzy neglects his own injury and it becomes infected. Knowing he will not live more than a few weeks and not wanting to suffer in agony just to die, BoomFuzzy kills himself and Quaraun is devastated and feels responsible for BoomFuzzy's suicide. 

Quaraun uses magic to preserve BoomFuzzy's body and spends 100 years studying Necromancy in search of a way to restore BoomFuzzy's life. Quaraun eventual raises BoomFuzzy from the dead as a Lich and does the spell wrong, also resurrecting dead trees, dead rose bushes, dead wildlife (deer, rabbits, etc.), and all the dead in several local graveyards  all as liches too. 

Quaraun is horrified by what he has done and goes into hiding for 300 years, terrified to face the world, now that he's unwittingly unleashed a massive hoard of assorted undead on society. Ghosts of his long dead old friends start to follow him around, and he spends time talking with them, but no one but Quaraun can see BeaLuna or Bullgaar so everyone thinks Quaraun's insane.

The world believes Quaraun is an evil super villain who created the Liches to take over the planet. BoomFuzzy thinks it's hilarious because he WAS trying to take over the planet and Quaraun gave him a way to do so, while also making BoomFuzzy immortal. BoomFuzzy will stop at nothing to destroy everything and everyone, and now Quaraun is suicidal over the guilt of having unleashed this madman on the world. Blinded by love, Quaraun didn't want to believe BoomFuzzy was evil, but now he sees BoomFuzzy for what he is. But, BoomFuzzy actually does love Quaraun and wants to keep Quaraun from committing suicide. Quaraun attempts suicide in almost every novel, and the plot is often around BoomFuzzy's attempt to keep Quaraun alive. Quaraun, realizing that he can keep BoomFuzzy from hurting others by keeping the Phooka's focus on him, uses this to try to keep BoomFuzzy from hurting others.

Quaraun knew that BoomFuzzy was dangerous. He loved the thrill of the danger. It was a fantasy of his that he never thought would come true. He never expected to meet The Elf Eater.

It is also well established that Quaraun is not mentally competent. For lack of a better word, Quaraun is borderline retarded in many respects. He was born "slow". He's not very smart, most consider him stupid. We see scenes of him in early childhood and it is apparent from as early as 3 years old, that Quaraun is not right in the head. Quaraun's father is abusive of him for this very reason. 

The King believes his son to have been infected by a type of Demon (called a Thullid) that starts out as a maggot like larvae, crawls up your nostril, burrows into your brain, slowly eats your brain, and as it's body grows it fills your skull, replacing your brain, while sending long tentacles into your spine to attach to your nerves. You eventually die and it takes over your body, and no one ever knows you die because it fuses to you and it effectively becomes you, taking over your identity and living as you. This is the process of "Demon Possession" in Quaraun's world, where Demon Possession is not a spiritual possession but rather an actual alien creature possessing your body.

And, the King is not wrong. When Quaraun was 3 years old, he and his mother were attacked by Thullids. Both were implanted. Quaraun's father noticed a change in his wife's habits and killed her by smashing her head in with a rock, to break open her skull and pull the JellyFish-like creature out of her brain. He than stomped the Thullid to death. Quaraun witnessed this. Only 3 years old, he was deeply traumatized by what he had seen, and no one believed him when he told other adults that his father had killed his mother. Quaraun was sent away to a wizarding school on the other side of the planet and it was there that he was raised and heard stories of the Elf Eater and eventually came to meet the Elf Eater.

Young and foolish, born not quite "right" mentally, and suffering from a Thullid infestation in his brain, Quaraun was not prone to thinking clearly or rationally, and when he realized who BoomFuzzy was, he foolishly thought he could change the Elf Eater's ways, buy casting a soul binding spell. Quaraun literally cut his soul in half, and cut BoomFuzzy's soul in half, and switched souls. Taking half of The Elf Eater's soul and putting half of his soul in BoomFuzzy.

And while the soul binding ritual worked to somewhat tame the Elf Eater, by making him more like the timid Elf Quaraun was, the soul binding also made Quaraun more violent by making him more like the vicious Phooka BoomFuzzy was.

The two became as one being, knowing each others' thoughts, feeling every pain the other feels. If one became drunk, they both got intoxicated. If one took drugs, they both got high. When one was stabbed, they both felt the pain. When one was wounded, they both started bleeding. When one caught the flue, they both got a fever. Quaraun had underestimated the full effects of the hive mind of soul binding and never even thought about the fact that he would become like BoomFuzzy.

When BoomFuzzy died, Quaraun felt it happen inside of him, as though he himself were dying. And after BoomFuzzy was gone, Quaraun couldn't function, because half of his soul died with BoomFuzzy and was now gone, while half of BoomFuzzy's dead soul was still inside him, slowly turning Quaraun into an undead creature.

When Quaraun resurrects BoomFuzzy as a Lich, the spell goes wrong because of the soul binding spell, and Quaraun partly becomes a Lich himself.

This all happens with in the first few chapters and is how the series starts.

The end result is they have a very hostile and toxic relationship. BoomFuzzy is violent, a drug dealer, and is often drunk. He's prone to drug Quaraun's food and drink, keeping the Elf constantly high. BoomFuzzy beats Quaraun up frequently and is not uncommon for Quaraun to be seen with a black eye, a bloody nose, or a split lip.

GhoulSpawn sees this and is actively trying to break them up out of fear that BoomFuzzy with beat Quaraun to death. GhoulSpawn and Quaraun become lovers and that sends BoomFuzzy on a violent rampage with Quaraun, and starts beating on him worse than before.

The whole thing is a big mess.

And while this quick bit of info may seem to imply Quaraun is a misunderstood hero, nothing could be further from the truth. Quaraun, in order to resurrect BoomFuzzy, murdered his wife and four children, than killed and ate his father, and than poisoned all the food in his village and sat on the king's throne and laughed while watching everyone frothing blood and coughing up their acid dissolved organs. He later murdered his 2 best friends BeaLuna and BullGaar. He makes and sells magic items to other wizards, but if you piss him off, he'll put a curse on the item before selling it to you, so that it turns into a mimic and eats you. He routinely hunts down Wood Elves, imprisons them, tortures them, then gives them to BoomFuzzy who cooks and eats them. A total male slut, Quaraun is prone to having affairs with anyone and everyone every time he angry at BoomFuzzy.

They are both, very bad people.

Does ANY of THIS sound like BDSM or Erotica to YOU?

Their relationship is not "cute" or "BDSM" even though it has been called both, by readers.

While they do both love each other and they are generally happy together, they are two very violent, high strung, temperamental, spiteful men. And their relationship is very violent and abusive.

And it seems that a lot of people can't tell the difference between an abusive relationship and BDSM. Likewise a lot of people can't seem to tell the difference between the horrors of rape and the pleasures of Erotica.

I feel that there is a rather disturbing trend the past 4 or 5 years, of authors writing weird abuse-based fetish sex and selling it as Erotica or Erotic Romance, which has lead to the trend in young readers, reading books like the Quaraun series and calling it's extreme levels of abuse "BDSM Erotica" without actually knowing what BDSM even is.

BDSM is consensual.

Abuse is not.

If a character is being taken advantage of by another character, that is NOT seduction, that is abuse.


I shouldn't need to say this as it should be plain and simple common sense, but...


ABUSE IS NOT BDSM!


AND


RAPE IS NOT EROTICA!

And if you think it is,

please get psychiatric help.

You NEED it!

HOW did Kendra Silvermander, ThingyChan, or their hoards of super-Christian, gay-hating, followers get the idea that anything in my life, let alone the Quaraun novels, were in any way connected to sex, BDSM, Erotica, or dominatrixes?

And WHY did their group of super-Christian, gay haters decide any of this was reason to blow up my house with a bomb, drive a backhoe over the house which replaced that house, trash my cars, or murder my family? 

They did these things saying citing that it was because I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


Let me repeat this:


   *   They put a bomb in my house because they FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   They drove a back hoe over my next house because they FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   They trashed my cars - 5 of them - because they FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   They MURDERED my children and nailed their heads to my door because they FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


What the fuck?

What is wrong with these people?

I CosPlay characters from the novels at book signings, lectures, writing workshops, carnivals, festivals, car shows, and YouTube-Twitch-gaming-geek-comic book conventions (ComicCon, etc)

Interestingly, this has caused some very WILD rumors about me.

Because I CosPlay male characters, many of Maine's ignorant locals call me trans, transgender, or transvestite, and this had lead to groups such as West Burrow Baptist Church, Curtis Lake Church, That Church (in Biddeford), Arundel Christian Tabernacle, and even my own church The Saco Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, to arrive in massive and violent protests and riots on my farm. 

People often ask why I no longer attend the local Mormon Church (The Saco Ward of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints), but as you recall, May 2010 this church was the one who cute my car (the 1964 Dodge 330) in half claiming it was demon possessed and that they had to kill the car in order to kill the demon in the car.

My Dazzling Razzberry was in the parking lot of his church when acid was poured on the windshield in 2016.

On 4 occasions between 2010 and 2017 my Volvo had all 4 tires slashed while parked here.

This is the church where a pair of missionaries, pushed me off the curb in front of a car.

This is the church my Volvo was at when the brake lines were cut: 13 times over the period of 7 years.

This is the church where my Volvo was parked when the power steering line was sawed off - 3 times in 4 years.

This is the church, who in 1994 gathered in my yard and beat my 27 year old horse to death, by smashing her in the face with large rocks.

Tis is the church, who bought all of my books from local bookstores and staged a book burning bonfire on my lawn - 8times since 2010, the most recent one in 2018.

The last time I attended, the Relief Society women, refused to allow me in the building, and had gathered a pile of rocks and were throwing them at me.

278 members of this church claim I am a witch, 14 families in this church claim I used curses to kill a member of their family, 16 bishops have been excommunicated for their involvement in hate crimes, 3 of those bishops were institutionalized at Pine Land Center (Maine's government run mental institute for the criminally insane), 3 members of this church including the Bishop who was also Old Orchard Beach's town manager have gone to prison for their hate crimes including the bomb that blew up my house, and the current bishop's younger brother is the "Corporal" of the local Neo-Nazi Organization and fronts some of the most violent Ku Klux Klan attacks east of the Mississippi.

I am a 5th generation LDS/Mormon and the only reason I no longer attend church is because it's rather expensive to pay on average $5k in repairs to my car every week and $200k in hospital bills every year, because of the extreme levels of violence committed by the members of this church.

In every case of a violent attack, members of these churches, make the false claim that I am gay, a witch, trans, or an Erotica author, and make the claim they were told this by God himself and that God instructed them to do the violent hate acts they committed. 

In one instance, they had even printed up INFO OFF OF THIS PAGE of my website, and claimed that that page was an "About Me" page. ... uhm... yeah, go look at which page it is, I'll wait.

Did you see WHICH page it is?

Yeah.

They printed up sections of that page, specifically the part about Quaraun being a castrated eunuch, not willingly, after people in his village hung him upside down naked in a tree and tortured him, than mutilated his genitals, and afterwards he became a serial killer to punish people who tortured gay men.

They printed up that section of that page, in 2015 and 2016, and posted flyers all over Southern Maine, saying that I, ME, not Quaraun, by EelKat, was a dangerous serial killer, out to kill all Christians, and was gathering up an army of gay men to to kill all non gays in Maine, out of vengeance for being a castrated man.

Yeah. I have copies of the flyers. Gene Libby gave them to me. Don't know HIM - oh just, you know - Google him. See WHO he is and WHAT he does? Yeah. The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall actually sued me for being "Too gay to live in the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach, where gays are not allowed to own houses, business, or property." And the PROFILE PAGE FOR A FICTIONAL CHARACTER was the evidence that their lawyer handed to the judge in court, while claiming that I WAS Quaraun... he used photos of my off the PortCon Convention website, there page where I was listed as a winner of best costume... and tried to tell the court that was me, every day.

It takes 4 hours to put the Quaraun CosPlay on, that's why I wear it at so few conventions. And that wig is a good 90F - it's almost impossible to wear that costume for more than 2 or 3 hours.

But the idiots who run the Town of Old Orchard Beach, can't separate a FICTIONAL ELF WIZARD from the author who wrote him.

Why?

Guess who else was involved?

Yep.

Kendra Silvermander. 

SHE is the one who printed up those flyers. No. This wasn't just some random internet troll. Kendra Silvermander is local. VERY local.

Walk out my driveway, turn right, keep going until you get to a little blue breakfast café. There she is. How long did it take you to get there? 3 minutes? 4 minutes? Yes, she's VERY local. One my street local.

She printed up tens of thousands of those flyers, put them on every telephone pole, every church, every mailbox, in every restaurant ... in York County.

When you ask HOW did it reach the point that 30,000 people arrived in my yard and trashed my farm... THAT is how.

Online, offline, she went on a vendetta.

And to this day, I still don't know why.

She is the source of every sex rumor about me. She is the source of the Erotica rumors, the gay rumors, the trans rumors, and she is the ring leader behind every violent attack....

...I've begged police for help for well over 2 decades now.



She's a stalker, with severe mental disorders.

   *   No one would help. Not even after the bomb blew up my house in October 16, 2006.

   *   No one would help. Not even after 75 pet roosters were beheaded, rope nooses tied round their necks and they hung in my rose bushes in 2007.

   *   No one would help. Not even after my car was cut in half in 2010.

   *   No one would help. Not even after the back hoe ran over my house August 8, 2013.

   *   No one would help. Not even after Kendra Silvermander herself, arrived at Southern Maine Community College, armed with golf clubs and attacked me, broken my spine, my hips, my knees, left me for dead, leaving me paralyzed for 5 months and spending 18 months relearning to walk, November 14, 2013.

   *   No one would help. Not even after my children were kidnapped April 10, 2015.

   *   No one would help. Not even after my children were murdered, their heads nailed to my door May 15, 2015.

   *   No one would help. Not even after Kendra Silvermander herself, arrived at Scarborough, WalMart, armed with a shopping cart and attacked me AGAIN, leaving me paralyzed AGAIN, June 26, 2016... this time damaging my spinal column, in addition to again breaking my spine, hips, and knees. I'm crippled for the rest of my life now.

There were witnesses for EVERY event, but no one ever helped. Not once. Not one single, solitary time, has ANYONE ever stepped up to help me.

Not once.

Everyone did exactly 2 things: They either turned a blind eye and said it wasn't their problem, or they they joined in and helped harass us.


April 10, 2015, we were attacked by 14 men armed with guns... and more than 70 of my neighbours, right here all the houses that can be seen from my address 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... all came out of their houses, and stood in my driveway, while those 14 men, tied wire lines around our necks and beat us in the face with cinder block bricks, while holding hand guns to our heads.


^^^THAT^^^ is what Kendra Silvermander's sex lies about me caused.


Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

The problem with these attackers is can not see or hear them coming and I can not cry out for help.

I originally took up writing because I was mute.

I had no other way to communicate.

There are reasons why I was mute, which I won't go into here, but I talk about n detail on several other pages of my site, so it's easy enough to find out what happened.

I fact is, I was born with speech, hearing, and eye/seeing medical issues. 

I've had a slur/stutter since I was a baby. I still have it, though it's less now thanks to speech therapy classes I took in my 40s.

I am severely hearing impaired. I have been since I was born. As a child, I tested at having the hearing of a 60 year old, and it's grown worse over the years. Now 50 years later, I am almost deaf and do not hear people when they talk to me. I do more reading of lips than I do hearing of words, so you MUST be looking straight at me while you talk, and I MUST be looking at your face, otherwise, I will not hear a word you say and I will not know you said anything to me at all.

My inability to hear well causes more issues than my vision and speaking impairments.

Also I come from a culture where women are not allowed to speak unless a man gives them permission to, and she can not ask for permission. She must be given permission to even ask for permission. So I NEVER start/initiate conversations with ANY ONE... EVER. Before you can talk to me, you must get permission from a male relative to ask him for permission to speak to me, and if I am to answer you he must grant permission for that as well. Females have no freedom or rights in Gypsy culture. 

So, AFTER you get permission to speak to me, THAN you have to get my attention to get me to NOTICE that you are talking.

I can not hear you speak, I need to read your lips. But, I'm not allowed to look up, women are required to always look at the ground. 

One I'm looking at you, I can read your lips IF you are close enough to me. I can only see 18 inches in front of my face. Less than 2 feet. So you need to be VERY close to me before I can SEE you talking and try to translate what you are saying.

This process makes talking to anyone rather difficult for me and is why you see me talking on Twitch streams and YouTube videos, because I can face the camera and talk, but also why you see me NOT talking to actual people in face to face conversations, because I can not hear or see what you are saying, making it incredibly difficult for me to understand what you want and reply accordingly.

I've lived with this issue my whole life.

I don't know what it is like to see or hear normally the way fully sighted or fully hearing people can do. And as such, I have great difficulty in writing people/characters who have good vision or good hearing, and is WHY the bulk of the characters I write have hearing, speaking, and or vision issues. I write what I know.

I've been legally blind on one eye and nearly blind in the other eye since I was 8 years old, because again an uncle with masonry equipment beating me in the face.

I've suffered with Selective Mutism my whole life, I stull struggle with it to this day.

When I was 14 I suffered an injury that went ignored by adults. I became "near mute". Meaning nearly always mute and struggling to form fragmented phrases, let alone full sentences. 

I remained "near mute" until I was 42 years old, when I had an MRI for other things, and the MRI revealed, I had suffered a serious injury to my jaw, and no one thought to take me to the hospital.

At 42 years old, I had surgery on my jaw, replacing much of my jaw bone, reconstructing the muscles/bones/nerves, and the exhorbantly expensive root channels, removal, and porcelain replacement of 7 teeth from the canine tooth back to the morals.

Did you know, it cost over $2k for EACH replacement tooth, and I had to 7 of them. And that just EACH replacement tooth, that doesn't include the 7 root channels, the bone replacement surgery. It cost $14k just to replace the 7 teeth my Uncle Bruce shattered with a brick.

In total, with the MRIs, the spine surgery, the hip surgery, the knee surgery that I required because of Kendra and her golf clubs... in total it cost over $3MILLION to rebuild my bones.

And I don't have Medical Insurance, because my income is less than $4k a year and insurance at the cheapest with Obamacare is $237 a month.

And miraculously, a month later after the stitches were gone, the incisions healed, and swollen gone away... I was suddenly able to talk for the first time since the cinder block had been used to beat me in the face at 14 years old.

Today, I can talk, and I've been revealed to not be "retarded" as the adults had told every one I was for so many years.

Unable to talk, I was also unable to tell people how much pain I was in or that my uncle Bruce Mervin Atwater had beaten me in the face with a brick and broken my jaw and teeth.

I was treated by EVERYONE - family, friends, church, and strangers - as though I was too stupid to understand them, so no one talked to me, no one bothered to read what I wrote to find out I had a brain and was also in a lot of pain.

My parents told everyone I was too retarded to talk and no one bothered to question if maybe they were just saying that to hide their own abuse and neglect.

This the reality of being mute.

No one cares.

People think you are stupid.

And you have no one to turn to for help.

And you can't ask for help because you can't speak.

You can express yourself, but no one pays attention.

You can write words on paper. But no one bothers to read them.

When you are mute you are invisible to every one with a voice. And THAT is why people think they can get away with beating, abusing, and raping mute people. Because they know, no one cares. No one see our silent screams.

That's just the way it is.

And that is the problem with these attackers and their ability to so easily sneak up on me. I can not hear them coming, I can not see them coming, so they take me by surprise when they charge up behind me with golf clubs or shopping cart, because I had no idea they were there, no idea they were charging towards, me no time to get out of their way and being mute I can't scream for help,

I can not see or hear them coming and I can not cry out for help.

And people like Kendra Silvermander and my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater, is they know I'm legally blind, they know I can't see them coming, they know I'm almost deaf, they know I can't hear them coming, and they know I'm mute, they know I can't scream for help, so they think they can beat me nearly and get away with it.  They think no one will ever find out what they did.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

And you people who spread sex rumors and sex lies, know that every one of those rumors and lies were started by Mervin Bruce Atwater. A horrible, evil man, who devoted his life to sexually abusing children.

He started those rumors, after the FBI raid rescued us children, because he never expected us children to ever escape, to ever see the outside world, and knew he had to do something to pre-discredit those children, just in case one of them told anyone what he did to them.

The thing was, no one was talking. We all just wanted to recover, move on, and live a life free from his sexual tortures.

We wanted to forget Uncle Brucie even existed.

So had he not started the sex rumors, about me and the 140 others, none of us, me or them, would have ad any reason to speak out, because the attacks on us, by locals whom he instigated, locals like Kendra Silvermander, none of us ever would have talked to anyone about what happened.

Know your sources before you say something.

Know the source of everything you say, because you just might be quoting lies started by a pedophile, who started those lies to try to cover his ass.

Unlike Mervin Bruce Atwater, I have nothing to hide.


Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

Kendra Silvermander... what the fuck? You don't hire a hit man to blow up someone's house, because you don't like a novel they wrote!

Claudia ThingyChan ... what the fuck? You don't hire 5 men to gang rape someone one and vandalise they car, because you don't like a novel they wrote!

Are you both fucking retarded? What the fuck is wrong with you, and your shit head simps you paid to do these thing? 

I was astounded when I encountered one psychopath like this, but now a second one?

And, then to top it all off, you fucking murder my family?

What the fuck?

And your reason, is because your upset over my books being Erotica... what?

My books are not Erotica! You murdered my family because you thought I wrote Erotica, and I don't even write Erotica.

You were so damned stupid that you couldn't even take the time to READ one of my books, to find out what they were before you put a bomb in my house, kidnapped my children, cut their heads off, nailed their heads to my door, than trashed my car.

You were so hell bent on killing Erotica authors, punishing them on God's orders, that you couldn't even be bothered to find out what I even wrote.

You were so convinced that I wrote Erotica, you never even bothered to read one of my books, to see if you were right or not.

I still want to know, how the fuck, did you come to the conclusion that my books were Erotica to begin with.

I don't know if there's an actual name for what I do, but I usually call it "The Exploration Method". I don't know if it's common or unique. I don't know if others do it or not. I have never studied writing methods or how to plot or outline, so I can't really compare if what I do is similar to what others do or not.

I'm someone who in real life, travels in a motorhome, camps, hikes mountain trails, explores forests, visits tourists sites, and am prone to just get in the car and start driving, just to see where this road goes. When I first started writing, I was writing travel shorts for travel magazines. 

But than I discovered that I love building fictional fantasy worlds based off of real places I had visited or places I wanted to visit. And so I became one of those writers who world-builds endlessly and never wrote anything about that world. I'd create characters, build world, create characters, build worlds, travel around New England, write for travel magazines, build worlds, and than one day it occurred to me that I had all these places created, based off all these real world places I had visited, why don't I do something with it?

So, I started writing little short stories, about the characters I created, exploring the world I had created. I never set out to publish it. It was just quick little short stories that I wrote before bed every night because they were fun to write. Some friends from church wanted to read them, so I used a local copy shop to print up a few copies to hand out. Before long I was printing up a few hundred copies at a time and selling them at booths at local festivals. One thing led to another and it gains a following on a local level, and than word or mouth from my readers, caused out of state people to want it, so I started self publishing it, and over the years ebooks came to exist, and after about 30 years and 2,000 short stories it evolved into novels, and eventually it gained a rather large following, today 43 years later after starting the series, it has around 27,000 die hard fans/readers who buy every copy today, but it was never something I set out to publish at all, and even to this day, I don't try to make it "marketable" and I still write it same as I always did.

But the whole thing is literally just me grabbing a character and dropping them into a random location in my world I built, and just having them explore the land like a tourists on a hiking trip. So it has a lot of dialogue about random shit as the 2 or 3 characters hike, and lots of descriptions of the world in between. It's kind of straight up a travel blog by an Elf wizard and there's no real plot at all.

It's just plain fun to write. I get to "world build as I go" and I discover the world together with the Elf wizard, and it's like I'm there hiking with my best friend, in the fictional world I created. For me it's just super fun to write, and as I write for fun and not for money, it works for me.

I created the characters around 50 years ago, fell in love with them, and just started following them wherever they went. I've never used a plot or plan or outline. I never start with any ideas. I just write and see where it goes. Novels sometimes meander around aimlessly because of it, and at times readers complain about the extreme experimental plotless story-flow-style, but it's a pure adventure to write as I have no clue where the characters will go or what they will do or who they will meet. It's like I'm a reader, reading it for the first time and doesn't feel like I'm the writer. 

This probably wouldn't work for everyone. The only reason it works for me is I know the cast of characters inside out. I know them better than I know any real people in real life. There is one main character who is in every novel, his primary lover who is in almost every novel, his other lover who is in most novels, and than there is a rotating cast of about 20 characters who appear at random. So usually there will be 2 to 3 primary characters and 2 to 3 minor characters in each novel. I think, this method of "plotting" wouldn't work unless you had a cast of characters that you know really, really well, so you know what they would do, what they would say, and you never stop the flow of writing to ask yourself "What SHOULD they do next?" because you already know that character A when faced with random event X-Y-Z WOULD respond by doing ___.

Also while it's Epic Length High Fantasy, it steps VERY far outside the norm of what most mainstream Fantasy "formula" follows. It's written more like Days of Our Lives type Slice of Life Soap Opera TV Family Saga Drama, about Elves, Faeries, and Mages, and it doesn't have any of the typical action, adventure, quest seeking, monster hunting, kings/factions fighting for the crown that you normally see in Fantasy novels. So it very heavily character driven and focuses nearly 100% on character emotions to create conflict and push the story forward. So that too, I think lends itself to this "plotless" style of following the character and see what they do type of plotting/writing method.

But, I think the thing that makes it work best of all, is the actual writing style itself. The whole thing is written as though it was a travel blog. So for the reader, it's like going to a travel blog and reading the daily posts of the blogger while they hike across the country. The main character and his friends are "homeless" vagabonds, sleep on the road, and are just traveling around the world aimlessly with no goal of getting anywhere. They just hike the roads, and stop at tourists sites, talk with random people they meet along the way, it's just them going wherever the road takes them to see what they can find. The stories are very "literary slice of life" style, where not a lot of "action" happens, and it's mostly just 2 or 3 characters talking lazily while they lazily hike across the country. Most novels literally take place in the space of only a couple of hours. Rarely does a novel span a full day or more than one day, and usually it's a line by line look at the every day details of their "dull, boring, eventless" every day lives. So, it's also very much NOT for every reader either, very niche.

Well, it's not ALL totally random. I subscribe to travel type magazines, like National Geographic (which is my fave magazine and the one I use most often for this) and I've got thousands of issues dating all the way back to the 1970s. I've never thrown away any of my travel magazines. So, what I'll do is, I'll grab a magazine at random, don't even look to see which one it is. Than I open it to any random page, and look at the photo on that page. It might be a bird standing in a swamp, or a homeless child sleeping on a garbage heap, or a snow covered mountain, or the damage done by a typhoon... it doesn't matter what it is, whatever it is, that's what I start off with.

I start every novel the same way: main character and crew are sitting around talking (usually at a campsite in the forest or at a table in a tavern) and whatever the magazine picture was, that somehow becomes their focus. Maybe one of them hears a bird and they decide to trek to the swamp to look at it, or they look out the window and see a homeless child sleeping in the garbage and decide to bring him inside and buy him a meal, or they see a snow covered mountain in the distance and decide to hike to it, or they have just arrived in a town decimated by a typhoon. And from there, I just start writing at random, letting the character conversation take the lead.

Like I said, this style of plotless writing probably won't work for everyone, and it may not work well with every genre. And also, if you were aiming to make a career out of writing, this method is probably the exact opposite of what you should do. It works for me, because I just write for myself and self publish it, and if a few people like it, great, and if it never sells or makes money, well it's no big deal, because I had fun writing it and having fun while I write it is my own goal.

For me, it's fun to write this way, because it let's me do massive amounts of world building, and then just drop my characters into the world and use them as tools to explore every corner of the world. This method would work well for people like myself who spend hours world building and just want to explore the world after building it. But for someone looking to make a serious career of writing serious novels for the mainstream genre market, this method probably wouldn't work well for them.

^^^THAT^^^ is what you fucking ass retards are claiming is Erotica.

A vagabond, Elf wizard, hiking across the country, and blogging about the landscape. You called THAT Erotica, and than you killed my family because you convinced your fucking retarded mind that it's okay to kill the families of Erotica authors. But than I'm not even an Erotica author at all, so you murdered the wrong fucking family, you stupid dick heads!

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

How is it, that peoples reading comprehension is so horrifically illiterately bad, that they mistake the Quaraun books as Erotica?

And than, how much MORE retarded to you have to be to go to that author's house, blow it up with a bomb, murder her children, nail their heads to the door, and trash her car... all because you THOUGHT she wrote Erotica ... when she didn't write Erotica at all, and you're just a retarded jackass who murdered her family because you saw sex in places there was no sex, just like you saw white people in places where there were no white people.

Well, before we answer that, let's look another thing that commonly gets said by readers.

Readers who are seeing things in my books, which I did not write, things that are NOT in my books... like sex and white people.

Yeah.

Did you know there are no WHITE or CAUCASION characters in the Quaraun series, at all. Not one?

Quaraun himself is said to be "white" only because he is an albino. He not by RACE, white, but rather, me the author, Quaraun is a Gypsy with very pale skin. And a lot of readers don't notice that either and will than send me an email asking: "Why does Quaraun travel in a Gypsy Vardo/Covered wagon? Why doesn't Quaraun live in a house? Why is Quaraun always on the road? Why does Quaraun sleep outdoors? Why does Quaraun sleep in a bight coloured circus tent? Quaraun seems like a Gypsy, is he?"

Uhm... Oh ... I don't know... maybe PAY ATTENTION to WHAT I WROTE. Every chapter of every volume of 138 novels outright calls Quaraun a gypsy, and the author bio states that much of Quaraun's Gypsy culture is based off the author's real world Gypsy culture, you know because, I'm the author and I'm a Gypsy, so I write a character who is a Gypsy, because I write what I know and I don't know the first thing about writing white people.

But before we look at HOW people mistake the Quaraun series as Erotica, let's look at how people also mistake main character BoomFuzzy, a BLACK man, with waist length dreadlocks, as being Caucasian.

It's funny to me, to see how many people crap on main character Quaraun, wearing a pink dress, or other main character BoomFuzzy, being black, or both of them for being gay.

The thing that gets me, is HOW LONG it takes readers to realize that King Gwallmaiic: The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is black.

Volume 22.

Yes. They read 22 volumes of the series before they realize BoomFuzzy is black.

How?

How do you read 22 volumes of a series of novels and not know that one of the 2 main characters is black? How fucking retarded are you, to read 22 novels and NOT KNOW the main character is black?

Look at how I write my dialogue.


"Blah, blah, blah," said Quaraun.

"Blah, blah, blah," replied BoomFuzzy.

"Blah, blah, blah," the blue eyed Elf bemoaned.

"Blah, blah, blah," laughed the black skinned Phooka.

"Blah, blah, blah," said the pink robed Necromancer.

"Blah, blah, blah," replied candy maker as his braided his woolly dreadlocks.

"Blah, blah, blah?" Quaraun asked.

"Blah, blah, blah," BoomFuzzy answered.

"Blah, blah, blah," said the albino Moon Elf.

"Blah, blah, blah," replied the black trickster Fae.


And the Quaraun novels are 74% straight up, pure dialogue. Most of them go on for 100+ page stretches of full dialogue with ZERO narration at all.

And EVERY said tag, includes descriptors.

I just checked, just now, Volume 1 The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, described BoomFuzzy as BLACK 5,678 times.

Let me repeat that:

#Volume 1 The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, describes BoomFuzzy as having BLACK skin 5,678 times.

And EVERY novel in the series is like that.

So WHY do readers, read through 22 volumes, and NOT NOTICE until GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover, that BoomFuzzy is a black man?

The N-word.

Yeah.

In volume 22, GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover, there a scene, where Quaraun and BoomFuzzy cast a spell wrong, and they end up sucked into a portal and land in the battlefield in an unnamed Southern state, in the American Civil War. At first the duo are mistaken for a wealthy plantation women and her black slave, but the Confederate soldiers quickly release Quaraun is a man, and BoomFuzzy is the dominate one pulling the strings. So the soldiers now believe that Quaraun is crossdressing to pretend to be a wealthy planation owner, to help the Underground Railroad to help smuggle black slaves to the North.

One thing leads to another and a solider takes to pushing Quaraun around, calling him "a niger lover" while beating him up. Quaraun getting hurt, incites BoomFuzzy to attack the soldiers, killing one of them to save Quaraun from being killed. Which causes the Captain to order his men to "kill the fucking niger".

It is the scene of white Confederate soldiers calling Quaraun a "niger lover" and the men being ordered to "kill the fucking niger", that is when MOST readers, suddenly realize: "Wait! OMG! Is BoomFuzzy a black man? Why was this only just being revealed now 22 volumes into the series? I should have been told up front in volume 1!"

You were.

In Chapter 1 of Volume 1, The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, Quaraun enters a tavern, and is immediately taken back by the sight of a BLACK man sitting at the back of the room, in a town where everyone else is white, in a time period when BLACK people are seen as slaves. Quaraun outright says this to the reader.

In this scene which introduces BoomFuzzy, right at the start of the series, Quaraun makes a point of going to other side of the room, to avoid the BLACK man, who is sitting by himself. It's noticeable that Quaraun is very racist. People in the tavern even call him out on it. The BLACK man sees this white man being harassed, and leaves his table to try to speak to him. Quaraun, ignores the BLACK man and mentally tells the reader he wants the BLACK man to leave him alone.

When the BLACK man asks Quaraun why Quaraun won't speak to him, Quaraun outright turns around to face the BLACK man and says: "Because you are BLACK, and apparently also Asian judging from your eyes."

To which the BLACK man responds: "Aye. Me father were BLACK. Me mother were Japanese. I tinks. Maybe Chinese. Suppose it could of been Mongolian."

In fact here: read those scenes for yourself: All of these come from Chapter One of Volume One The Night of the Screaming Unicorn:

Quaraun simply froze in the doorway, shocked and unable to move, unable to think or respond, and could do nothing but stare at the evil Faerie sitting far into the back of the room, skulking in the shadows and avoiding the rest of the people in the building.

Phookas were Scottish Faeries that had more in common with demons than the rest of the densins of Fae. Phookas were shape shifters, most taking the forms of black birds, black horses, or sometimes black Humans. Like vampires they lusted insatiably after blood fresh from the vein and were known to slaughter entire families in horrific bloodbaths. 

“A Phooka in a public place is never a good sign, for no good thing associated with something as evil and accursed as a Phooka.”

BoomFuzzy was the only Phooka Quaraun was interested in. All other Phookas, the nervous little Elf wanted nothing to do with.

While most Phookas were content to remain in a single form, never changing, BoomFuzzy, King Gwallmaiic, was a shape shifter with many forms, and shifted daily, sometimes hourly changing bodies the way a woman changed dresses. He could and often did look like any one of any race he wanted to be. The body the old shape shifter wore today, looked like a dark skinned Human, with a wild mess of black unbrushed frizzy braids and dreadlocks that hung to his waist and were stuck full of bones, feathers, beads, ribbons, and twigs. 


Quaraun stared, mesmerized at the Phooka’s wild hair. Massive, unbrushed frizzy braids and dreadlocks that hung to his waist and were stuck full of bones, feathers, beads, ribbons, and twigs. All marks of Scottish Hoodoo Cloutie Magic. And looked exactly like BoomFuzzy’s hair. This Phooka’s hair and it’s similarity to BoomFuzzy’s stopped Quaraun in his tracks, and left the Elf unable to think or move or even remember why he had entered the building at all.

“BoomFuzzy,” the Moon Elf whispered.

The hair was distinctive. While most Faeries were known to have wild, unbrushed hair, Faeries were very obsessive in sticking to rigid rituals. The career of a Fae could be identified by the style of their hair. Items woven into their braids, told the onlooker what their job was. Even a shape shifter would not style their hair differently when looking like someone else.

A Phooka might change form to look like your mother, but you would be able to tell your mom from the Phooka, by the messy hair. You would wonder why your mom had suddenly taken to styling strange plaits of red ribbons in her hair.

No matter the form he took, King Gwallmaiic always kept his hair, exactly the same. The black unicorn. BoomFuzzy the half-Elf candy maker. The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. Quaraun had seen all three and all three had the exact same hair. Even the little black unicorn, his mane and tail had been King Gwallmaiic’s natural hair.

Quaraun stared at the Phooka sitting before him and recognized the bits of brick a brack in the Phooka's hair as Cloutie Magic immediately. That marked the Phooka as magic user, a wizard of some sort. 

A Necromancer. 

BoomFuzzy.

BoomFuzzy’s hair.

The same bones.

The same braids.

Strips of grey and purple wool, woven into the braids to make them bigger, thicker, wilder.

The thing which startled Quaraun, though he refused to admit it, was not the presence of the Phooka, but rather the Phooka's eyes. Those strange haunting pupiless black eyes which Quaraun knew so well. 

BoomFuzzy. 

No matter what form, BoomFuzzy took, two things about him never changed: his massive wave of frizzy dreadlocks filled with Cloutie ribbons and his gleaming, almond shaped black eyes. Regardless of any other racial features, white skin, black skin, tan skin, brown skin, red skin, yellow skin, gold skin, BoomFuzzy's eyes made him look Asian. 

As a Moon Elf, BoomFuzzy had resembled more of a Half-Elf, appeared to be half Chinese Human. Mongolian, BoomFuzzy had called it. He had lived in Mongolia for many years, long before Quaraun was born. Quaraun had always found BoomFuzzy's eyes hypnotic. 

Quaraun's stunned response to this creature, was the fact that, while it looked nothing like BoomFuzzy, at the same time, it looked everything like BoomFuzzy, had BoomFuzzy's eyes and BoomFuzzy's passion for dreadlocks filled with random items.

BoomFuzzy's black demonic eyes had no whites and no iris, and were like staring into two black bottomless pits. He could have passed for a Moon Elf if not for his eyes, his piranha-like fangs, and the huge, fearsomely, sharp eagle talons which tipped each finger. 



This Phooka, looked so much like BoomFuzzy. His black eyes had no whites and no iris, and were like staring into two black bottomless pits. 

The Phooka could have passed for Human if not for his eyes, his piranha-like fangs, and the huge, fearsomely, sharp eagle talons which tipped each finger. He was dressed head to toe in a miss-matched patchwork of mostly black and dark brown furs, mostly skins in their natural forms with heads and legs still attached.

He looked so much like BoomFuzzy that, Quaraun nearly fainted at the sight of him. But BoomFuzzy was dead. BoomFuzzy had died, 300 years ago. This could not be him. Quaraun told himself, this wasn’t BoomFuzzy, and yet, somehow, he knew it was. BoomFuzzy. Back from the grave. Alive again. Or undead. A Lich? That was the rumour wasn’t it? That BoomFuzzy had become a Lich?



The presence of a Phooka puzzled Quaraun for a few moments, but as the Phooka seemed to be skulking in a dark corner keeping to itself, as any Phooka would be expected to do. 

Quaraun presumed the dark creature wished to stay away from the others, meaning the Phooka very likely had also come in to get out of the oncoming storm and would not cause any trouble.

Quaraun stared at the Phooka. Every bit of him was black. His skin, his hair, his eyes, his clothes. He was dressed all in black, every inch of him draped in ragged, frayed, black garb, heavily trimmed in thick shaggy black fur. His long, black, shaggy, waist length hair and looked as though it had never seen a hairbrush the way it was tousled about every which way. The Phooka’s hair was nearly as black as his dark golden brown skin.

Quaraun cringed at the thought of unbrushed hair. He devoted three hours each morning to smoothing his long glorious milky white locks. The Phooka's deep, dark golden brown skin was a stark contrast to Quaraun's albino white flesh. 

Their eyes meet. 

Quaraun shivered. 

The Phooka's thin almond shaped eyes were as black as a bottomless pit and completely lacking any whites or colour. With the realization that Quaraun's attention was on him, the Phooka's expression grew very grim. 

Quaraun quickly turned away from the creature. It just would not do to anger a Phooka.


Quaraun made a point of going to other side of the room, to avoid the black skinned Phooka, who was sitting by himself. It was noticeable that Quaraun was very racist. People in the tavern even called him out on it. Quaraun made no secret at all, of the fact that the black man on the other side of the room bothered him. 

A few of the Gnomes chided Quaraun, as he slid passed their crowded area, rather than walk-through the open spaces around the black man’s table. The black Phooka seeing this white Elf being harassed, on his account left his table to try to speak to Quaraun. 

Quaraun, ignored the black Phooka. 

Please leave me alone, Quaraun thought in his mind, but remained silent.

“Why ya no speak to me?” the black man asked the white Elf.

Quaraun turned to face the Phooka and said: "Because you are black, and apparently also Asian judging from your eyes."

Now this wasn’t exactly true. Quaraun didn’t care if the man was black, brown, white, or purple. The fact that the man was not a man, but rather a Phooka pretending to be a man, is what was really upsetting Quaraun, but Quaraun blamed it on the man’s skin colour, because he was uncertain if anyone else in the room knew this was a Phooka. Quaraun was a Fae Sighted wizard after all and he could see through Faerie illusions. And this was a white dominated region in a time period when white Humans, were keeping black Humans as slaves. So it was logical for a white man like Quaraun to put blame on a black man like this Phooka, for anything and everything. And while Quaraun was not himself racist, he knew he had to appear racist in order to not raise suspicion.

So, Quaraun ignored the Phooka and turned back to the Rock Gnome and was about to speak, but the Phooka grasped Quaraun's long billowing pink sleeve with its black taloned hand and pulled him aside away from the Gnome, pulling him away from everyone in the building. The little creature was far stronger then he looked, the tiny Phooka had the strength of a Mountain Troll, which caught Quaraun by surprise. The little Elf had not expected a Fae so small to have such strength.

"Yis from de Far North, eh?" Hissed the beast, as his gleaming red snake-like tongue flicked from his mouth and licked Quaraun's face.

"Is there any other type of North?" Quaraun shuddered at the up close sight of the beast's many rows of long sharp piranha-like fangs. 

Quaraun turned away from the Phooka again, hoping it would go back to its table and leave him be. But the creature did not let go of his arm and pulled him back.

"Ya be such a pretty Elf. So sweet like candy. I loves candy. Taffy?” 

The Phooka handed a bowl of salt water taffy to the Elf.

“One must never take food from Faeries.”

“One usit love candy from Faeries.”


Quaraun was taken back by the Rock Gnome's harsh and very and-Gnome-like attitude. Gnomes were typically pleasant and jovial, this one was clearly irritated, perhaps the tavern was not always this busy and the little old man was just stressed, but still he did seem openly hostile at the thought of an Elf in his establishment.

"I'm sorry, are Elves not welcomed here?" Quaraun asked, now worried there may be a darker reason why this village had no Elves.

For some reason Quaraun had forgotten that Elves had gone extinct, and he was the last Elf left. But a sword through the belly will have that effect on someone. Quaraun was in desperate pain just now and was focused more on finding a place where he could be alone to tend to his wounds. Thinking about anything else was not a priority at the moment.

Quaraun was not a quick thinking. Things that startled him, left him slow to answer. 

While Quaraun thought what to do, the black skinned, black eyed, black haired, black robed Phooka slunk from his table in the back corner and now stood uncomfortably close to Quaraun, forcing his face just inches from Quaraun's. 

Quaraun, being an Elf, was not very tall. And he was small for an Elf. The average Human male would have towered over him by several inches. The Phooka, as was typical of all races of Faerie, was even shorter than the Elves were and like the little candy maker, BoomFuzzy, this one seemed shorter than most. He was barely five feet tall, if he was that. The little Phooka had to stand on tip-toe to speak to Quaraun face to face.

"Where bes ya from, Stranger?" Asked the black Phooka. 

The Phooka, being originally from Alba, spoke with a thick Scottish accent. The Phooka spoke to Quaraun in the Elf's native tongue, which Quaraun did not think strange, though he should have, given that the Moon Elves had died out three centuries ago, Quaraun being the last, and with them, their ancient Elven language had died out with them. 




“Please, I need to find a room, I can't stop to chat with you.”

“Yis can stay me. No more lonely nights, eh?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Is ya certain?”

“I think I would remember an Asian Black man, don’t you?”

"Aye. Me father were black. Me mother were Japanese. I tinks. Maybe Chinese. Suppose it could of been Mongolian."

"You don't know?"

"No. They killed her. She wasn't black enough for 'em."

"For who?"

"Me father's family. Phookas, ya know. Bigger racists dan ya Elves is."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Elves are cruel. Phookas crueller."

"Aye. Does na know how we ever find out. I twere small child when she died. Beat her to death dey did. Course we did eats dem after, so, dey got dair due."

"You ate your family?"

"Me father ate me mother, so I ate me father. What good for goose be good for gander, eh?"

"I suppose."

"Two peas in a pod we are."

"How so?"

"Is ya not Quaraun de Insane? Elf what ate him father. Un all de other Moon Elves. Un well, all de Elves. Yis the Last Moon Elf."

"I'm the Last Elf."

"Because ya ate de rest."

"I'm a vegetarian."

"Who eats Elves."

"They deserved it."

"Did dey?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"They were bullies. One must never suffer a bully to live."

"No?"

"No. Kill them all. Bullies must die."

"My, my. Ain't we an evil one."

"I'm not evil."

"No?"

"No."

"I suppose no villain tinks dey is."

"Are you suggesting I'm a villain?"

"Yis a cannibalistic racist, what has gone done devoted hims life to killing bullies."

"Are you suggesting this is wrong?"

"Not denying ya does those tings?"

"No. Why should I?"

"No reason, I suppose. Humans is bigger bullies dan Elves. Now what all 'em Elves is dead, ya gonna kill de Humans next?"

"No."

"No? Why not?"

"Because I'm on my way to Ivujivik."

"Inuvik?"

"No, Ivujivik."

"Quebec?"

"Yes. Ivujivik, Quebec. It is where I was born. It is where BoomFuzzy died."

"Dat de deep, Deep North. Noting up dair but snow and Santy Claws un me cousin Krumpas. Ain't seen him a while. Maybe I goes wid ya. Visit Krumpas while we dair. What ya going to do up dair?"

"Kill myself."

"Ah. I see. De anniversary of BoomFuzzy's suicide is soon, is it not?"

"It is."

"Ya've not dwelt wid hims death well, have ya?"

"No."

"Why are going to kill yaself?"

"So I can be with BoomFuzzy again."

The Phooka fell silent.


“Hello! Elf? Is ya even hearing me? House falling out of sky? Gone off lost in hims own heid agains. Usit do that all the time I remembers to. Never knowing there be a world around him.”

The Phooka pointed up at the ceiling as he spoke. 

"Ya know what else I knows Elf? Yis an Elf who eats Elves. We can smell it in you blood."

The black skinned Phooka looked over at the Rock Gnome: “I should fucking drop a house on his head, see if he notices that. I done that a'forah ya know. Never noticit a thing, him did.”

“I think he's in shock over the chiries,” the Rock Gnome answered.

“Elf! Hey!” The Phooka clapped his hands in front of the Elf's nose. “Do houses fall out of the sky much wheres ya come from, eh? No? Nothing? Ah! Let's say we eat the Elf, hims be too stupid to turn around an walk out of here, even after hims be been told Elves ain't no welcomed.”

“A gingerbread house fell out of the sky,” Quaraun muttered.

The Phooka got up and stood on his tip-toes to be nose to nose with Quaraun.

“Arrogant an stupid. That be what ya be. Arrogant an stupid. That be what the Elves is,” he said to the Elf. “Think their beauty gives them the right to walk on everybody. And they is too self-centred to notice what be going on around. Usit see Elves all the time when I twere young. Haven't seen an Elf since I grew old. But ya, Elf from the North, yis different. Ya ain't dressit likes no Elf I did has seen a'forah. The Elves around here wore birch bark an leaves, as I recall. They hide in the bushes an live in the trees. And they darker skin, not so dark as mine..."

"Wood Elves? What you are describing are Wood Elves. I am not a Wood Elf. They are black like you. Do I look black to you?" That came out sounding much more arrogant than Quaraun had intended, but be as it may, Moon Elves were arrogant and thought themselves better than other Elf clans.

"Oh, we is seeing that much, at least, can we not, eh? Haha!" 

The Phooka looked around the room and laughed heartily. Everyone in the room laughed with him. All together at the same time in unnatural unison.

"Wood Elves just does not wears pink, me thinks no, eh? Bowl of chiries?"

The Phooka suddenly had a bowl of cherries in his hand. Quaraun could have sworn it wasn't there a minute ago.

“I didn't...I'm not hungry, I'm tired...”

“Tired, oooh, well that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Ya has no heard half a word I did has said. Though ya heard chiries both time. Ya got a dirty mind. Haha! Good thing I were'na talking about apricots, eh?”

"Apricots?"

The Phooka handed Quaraun a box of chocolates. Quaraun stared, dumbfounded at the box. He hadn't seen one like it in years, not since his lover BoomFuzzy the candy maker had died over 200 years ago. Across the box in bright gold letters it read: 

BOOMFUZZY'S CHOCOLATE COVERED APRICOTS. 

Quaraun felt faint. 

"Only the bestest, for an Elf likes ya."

The Phooka burst out laughing. When the Phooka started laughing, so did everyone else in the building. All at once. All at the same time. All the same way.

Quaraun looked at the box again. It still had BoomFuzzy's name written across the top in friendly gold letters.

"BoomFuzzy,” Quaraun whispered.

“Aye,” answered the Phooka. “Chocolate cover apricots, gingerbread houses falling from de sky. Me doubled black dicks chasing ya pearly white ass. And me purple puppy dogs wagging their tails, happy to be home. This is the Forest of No Return. Ya shoulds have notice dat by now. Someting do be amiss wid ya.”

“Where did you get this?” Quaraun did not notice the reference to the puppies which had been running across his map earlier.

“I made it. Plenty more wheres that came from. I is a candy maker, remember? We usit have a gingerbread house to sell them out of but some crazy Elf went an shrunk it an put it in a bottle. Shrunk me too for a while. Stuck me in a bottle. Poor thing went an lost hims mind. Shrunk everyone an put them in bottles. Cut the heads off some first. Poor Gibedon...”

“Gibedon!” Quaraun reached into his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding and pulled out the long dehydrated head of a half-Elf. “I still have his head.”

“Oh my!” The Phooka took a few steps back away from Quaraun. “Dat ya do. Why does ya still have Gibedon’s head?”

“I don’t know... I ... he... BoomFuzzy... I...” Quaraun shoved the severed head back in his bag.

“Ya ain’t gots me gingerbread house in dair still, has ya?”

“I killed Gibedon.”

“Dat ya did.”

“I’d never killed any one before.”

“Yes, ya had. Yar killed de Di’Jinn.”

“No. I mean... the Di’Jinn. That was magic. I didn’t mean to kill them. I was young. I wasn’t trying to kill them. I just didn’t have enough training back than. I didn’t know how to use magic properly yet. The Di’Jinn was an accident. But not Gibedon. I went to his bedroom, stabbed him and his lover. I cut off Gibedon’s head. I was going to kill them both.”

“I knows. I was dair.”

“I couldn’t kill BoomFuzzy. And after I killed Gibedon ... I immediately regretted it, but by than it was too late. And after that BoomFuzzy killed himself and it was my fault. I should not have killed Gibedon. BoomFuzzy would still be alive. He wouldn’t have killed himself.”

Quaraun burst into tears.

The Phooka stared silently at the tiny bag, only big enough to hold a few coins, yet big enough on the inside to hold Gibedon’s head.

After a few minutes of silence, the Phooka went back to speaking to the Rock Gnome.

“Hims got tadpoles for brains ya know, does'na know what hims doing half the time, eh? Poor lil crazy Elf.” 

“BoomFuzzy made these.” Quaraun held up the box of chocolates.

“I know.”

“And there’s a jellyfish in my brain, not tadpoles.”

“Oh? So ya heard me. Who of thunk?”

“You didn't make these.” Quaraun was focused on the box of chocolates again.

“Aye I dids.”

“BoomFuzzy made these.”

“Aye. Hims did. I am he.”

“You're not BoomFuzzy.”

“Ah, ya gone an banged ya noggin' agains, eh? Who gone done it this time? Ye ain't got no Moon Elves left to hang ya up in trees, ya done gone went an killed all them.”

“These aren't real,” Quaraun said as he aimed to throw the box.

“That be a right fool thing to do, eh?” The Phooka grabbed the box. “These is hard to make. Lich trees is hard to come by, ya know?”

“You got in my head to trick me somehow.”

“Ya gone got paranoid in ya olde age, eh?”

“You're an Elf Eater. You're from the Elf Eater clan."

"Of course I is. Ya would no sees a Phooka black as me in any other tribe would ya? We is de blackest Phookas of dem all."

“You're an Elf Eater."

"Oh that I is. I is. Just like ya BoomFuzzy were. Of coursing I is ya BoomFuzzy un yar just refusing to believes dat.”



#Let me repeat that this novel, which is 303 pages long, spanning 130k words, Volume 1 The Night of the Screaming Unicorn, describes BoomFuzzy as having BLACK skin 5,678 times.

On only 303 pages, you are told, 5,678 times that BoomFuzzy has black skin. This means BoomFuzzy is described as being a black man, on average 18 time on EACH AND EVERY SINGLE PAGE!

And each of the next 20 volumes does the same. Meaning there is no way, to read these novels, and NOT know BoomFuzzy is black.

And yet, more than 2,000 people have read all the way to volume 22, WITOUT KNOWING that BoomFuzzy was black, and stopped reading at volume 22, to send me hate mail, saying how upset they were, that I didn't tell them sooner (before volume 22) that BoomFuzzy, was black.

Their emails also state that they are ashamed of me because as they put it, "no self respecting white author would stoop so low as to defile their book by including a black character" followed by lots of raving and ranting on white all coloured folk are evil, and they never will never read another of my books again until I repent of my sins and remove all references to persons of colour from my novels...

Uhm... what the fuck?

For starters... I'm not white. Did you not know that?

Why would ME, a NOT WHITE person, write white characters?

I don't know anything about white culture or white lifestyle, how the heck would you expect me, as a none-white person to know how to write white characters?

Secondly there are more than 750 characters in the Quaraun series, and not one of them is white!

What the fuck!

Did you never notice that?

NO ONE in the Quaraun series is white! NO ONE!

You really want me to take 48 million words of text across 138 novels and 2,000 short stories, written across 43 years, and change all 750 characters into white people?

Why the fuck would I do that?

In short they simply proved themselves to not only be racist pigs, but also, to have a serious lack of any reading comprehension ability, whatsoever.

And how does this bring us to the topic of the series being called Erotica?

Well, we are getting to that.

Did you notice how people read 21 novels, roughly 7,000 pages, BEFORE they reach volume 22 and the scene that uses the N-word, BEFORE they realize BoomFuzzy, the fucking main character, is BLACK?

It's called Poor Reading Comprehension Skills, and for people too stupid to know what that means: it means you are illiterate aka you are too stupid to understand the meanings of words aka you are too retarded to understand what you read.

And that, is where we see, the Erotica issue come in as well.

Because not only is their Reading Comprehension so bad that they can read 7,000 pages before realizing the man character is black, that also means they are so stupid that they can read those same 7,000 pages and have sexual fantasies the whole time, without realizing there is nothing titillating on the page at all.

In fact, I suspect that the very REASON< they did not know BoomFuzzy was black, was because they were so busy masturbating to sex scenes that did not exist, that they didn't see the black descriptions that did exist.


Remember folks: 

   *   You ignoring the fact that in just volume 1, I described BoomFuzzy as BLACK 5,678 times, doesn't change the fact, he's still black.


   *   You imagining BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't change the fact, that BoomFuzzy is black.


   *   You thinking of BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't mean that I wrote him the way your fucked up brain thought of him.


   *   I wrote BoomFuzzy as a black man, and no amount of you IGNORING what I wrote, is going to change the fact that BoomFuzzy is black.


   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!



Just like the same way:


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

But than, let's look at how OLD Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are.

Why?

Because we see the same thing happen with Quaraun's age, that we see happen with BoomFuzzy's skin.

   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!

Let's look at another place where readers commonly see things I did not write.

A common question readers have with the Quaraun books is: "Is this supposed to be like this?" And yeah, every time you encounter a thing that seems "off" or "wonky", it is style choice. For example, in Night of the Screaming Unicorn, you see very early in that BoomFuzzy addresses Quaraun, by name, and about 20 or so pages later, Quaraun is hiding the fact that he's a wizard because he doesn't want BoomFuzzy to find out who he is, and yet, it's clear BoomFuzzy already does know who he is, because he's already called him "Quaraun". 

A couple of readers pointed that out and, saying that it felt like a writing error, a consistency error, felt like the author (me) had forgotten BoomFuzzy already knew who Quaraun was, so why is Quaraun trying to hide it? Well, if you pay attention to the story, you ARE told that Quaraun is very old, he's elderly, he's having a hard time getting around. 

Try to remember: Quaraun is elderly, nearing the end of his life, and BoomFuzzy is already dead. BoomFuzzy is a ghost. BoomFuzzy had two lovers: Quaraun and Gibedon. And Quaraun murdered Gibedon and a few days later BoomFuzzy commit suicide. And it's now 300 years later, and Quaraun is planning to kill himself, and BoomFuzzy's ghost shows up to try to stop him.

The story tells you that most Elves live around 300 to 400 years and Quaraun is nearing 700, maybe 800, he doesn't know how old he is, he can't remember. He can't remember what year it is. He can't remember when he was born. That's the point. Quaraun has some server old age memory lose issues, maybe dementia, possibly Alzheimer's, what it is exactly isn't important. What's important is that Quaraun is struggling to remember: ANYTHING.

And BoomFuzzy sees this, and he knows, Quaraun can't remember something he said, barely 5 minutes ago. Which is WHY you see BoomFuzzy, constantly repeating himself, constantly talking about the same events over and over again.

Quaraun is seen by most people in his world as insane, a raving lunatic, just plain crazy. No one takes him seriously because of how he talks, how he acts, how he dresses. And than there's BoomFuzzy who has been avoiding Quaraun for centuries. He's mad at Quaraun. Quaraun murdered BoomFuzzy's lover Gibedon and BoomFuzzy can't forgive Quaraun for that, so he refuses to talk to Quaraun for 300 years.

Night of the Screaming Unicorn is the first time they meet up again after 300 years away from each other. And BoomFuzzy, recognizes that something's wrong with Quaraun, something's seriously wrong. Quaraun is confused, stumbling around, gibbering madness. Quaraun doesn't recognize BoomFuzzy, and than Quaraun does recognize BoomFuzzy, but then 5 minutes later, BoomFuzzy is a stranger to him again and Quaraun doesn't know who BoomFuzzy is all over again.

BoomFuzzy was in love with Quaraun, when Quaraun was young and healthy, but that was years ago, and Quaraun's changed. Now Quaraun's old, and alone, and in very poor health, he can barely function - physically or mentally, he's in desperate need of someone to take care of him, but he has no one. No friends, no family, and society is so scared of him, that he can get help no where.

This is an elderly man in need of constant medical attention, and he's wandering around homeless, and no one cares. BoomFuzzy sees this, he sees this person that he used to love, wandering around homeless and alone, in desperate need of medical attention, half starved to death, and not mentally capable of remembering one minute to the next, let alone having the mental compacity to take care of himself.

It breaks BoomFuzzy's heart to see Quaraun like this, because it is so far vastly different from how Quaraun had been in his youth. BoomFuzzy had thought Quaraun had moved on, and he's now seeing that Quaraun didn't. Guilt over what he did (murdering BoomFuzzy's lover, Gibedon) absolutely shattered Quaraun's mind, he's spent his life isolated and alone, reliving the day of BoomFuzzy's suicide in his mind. 

Quaraun is nearing the end of his life, and his advanced old age had lead to serious memory issues, where he can remember things that happened in his childhood, but he can't remember what his did even an hour ago. If fact Quaraun acts like he just murdered Gibedon and BoomFuzzy just killed himself. Quaraun's mind is stuck in the day BoomFuzzy died. He can't moved passed it. He can't see that 300 years have gone by and he hasn't moved on. And THAT is why you see the story written the way it is.

And I remember when people first pointed that out and I explained this memory issue is what is going on (which, IS explained IN THE NOVEL, so I shouldn't have to explain it anyways) people pointed out: "OMG! Wait... is Quaraun an old man? I imagined him like being a teenager. I thought he was like a young adult. Ain't he like only 15 or 21 or..."

No.

Quaraun is an old man. So isn't BoomFuzzy.

Uhm... yeah. Do you know what the following words mean?


   *   old - 123

   *   elderly - 6

   *   ancient - 27


Also here's some more words for you to look up the meanings of:


   *   forgetful - 2

   *   forgot - 18

   *   remember - 81


 As usual with these kinds of comments, I use Night of the Screaming Unicorn to judge by, as most of these comments come from people whom have read the ebook edition of that novel, AND because this is volume 1 of the series and is the novel MOST people have read if they've read the Quaraun books, and is the novel which introduces both Quaraun and BoomFuzzy.


   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "old" 123 times.


   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "elderly" 6 times.


   *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "ancient" 27 times.


  *   The Night of the Screaming Unicorn describes Quaraun as being "forgetful" 2 times.


   *  The Night of the Screaming Unicorn says Quaraun "forgot" something 18 times.


   *  The Night of the Screaming Unicorn says Quaraun could not "remember" something 81 times.

Uhm... again... yeah.

You ARE told what is going on.

It's NOT hidden.

I'm not one of those writers who likes to weave hidden meanings and messages. I tell you outright, Quaraun is old, elderly, ancient, nearing the end of his life, has outlived all other Elves, has lost his ability to remember things, is very forgetful, can't remember things that happened moments ago... you just ignored what I wrote, and imagined things as you wanted them to be instead reading them as they actually were.

With the lone except of the flashback novel 'BoomFuzzy', Quaraun is literally described -in every single novel- as: "the Elf was somewhere around 750 years old, the equivalate of a 90 year old Human"

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are both elderly men who used to love each other when they were young but, a really horrible event broke them up and they haven't seen each other, in 300 years, BoomFuzzy has already died and is a ghost, while Quaraun is dying from old age, and he knows it. He's suffering. His health is falling apart. His memory is almost no-existent any more. He knows he won't live much longer and he just wants to see BoomFuzzy before he dies.

And yet, readers, are shocked when, they are talking to me on Twitch livestreams and hear me say Quaraun is elderly. They reply to say they thought he was a young kid, a 15 year old boy, a high schooler, a young adult around 21.

How?

How do you read the Quaraun novels and think Quaraun is young?

How is that even possible?

Others have pointed out BoomFuzzy speaks really bad, but all of a sudden, sometimes, he suddenly can speak fine. They ask, "Why did you edit some of his dialogue to be good and other lines to be practically illiterate." Again, pay attention to WHEN BoomFuzzy's ability to speak coherently changes.

It changes when he's angry.

No longer thinking clearly.

Starts yelling.

All of a sudden, yeah he can speak fine. He's no longer tripping over his words.

Yeah, BoomFuzzy can speak fine when he WANTS too and when he forgets to to speak in broken grammar - like when he's angry. 

But why?

Again - pay attention to the story. Quaraun doesn't recognize BoomFuzzy as BoomFuzzy if BoomFuzzy starts speaking clearly. When Quaraun was a teen, he meet BoomFuzzy, and BoomFuzzy didn't know Quaraun's language. They had a huge communication barrier. BoomFuzzy struggled badly to learn to speak with Quaraun. The language was hard to learn. And BoomFuzzy still struggled with it, at the time he and Quaraun broke up. But now it's 300 years later and BoomFuzzy knows Quaraun's language well and can speak it clearly, but Quaraun's dementia issues, cause him to only remember who BoomFuzzy is IS BoomFuzzy speaks broken grammar. 

So, BoomFuzzy deliberately goes out of his way to speak messed up broken sentences, because that's easier than trying to find a cure for Quaraun's failing memory.

So the bad grammar, the spelling errors, that's all deliberate, and adding into the story during editing, AFTER the novel was written.

The novels are written from Quaraun perspective, so even the narration is broken, and shifts back and forth in a muddled mess.

It's written that way, so that the reader IS just as confused as Quaraun is. Keeping the reader confused as to what is going on, IS the intention.

You got to remember that I write what I personally enjoy reading, and as a reader, I enjoy books that draw you into the mental and emotional psychology of the main character. I WANT to see the world the main character sees it. I WANT to experience what the main character is experiencing.

And if the main character is confused and struggling to gain their bearings in their world, I as a reader WANT to be confused and struggling in that world as well. I enjoy reading books that make me experience the emotion the character feels. And in the Quaraun series, Quaraun is mentally lost, confused, uncertain of what's going on around him. 

Remember folks: 

   *   You thinking of Quaraun as young, a teen, or a young adult, does not change the fact, that he is the equivalent of a 90 year old Human, exactly as you were told in the novels.

   *   You ignoring the fact that in just volume 1, I described BoomFuzzy as BLACK 5,678 times, doesn't change the fact, he's still black.


   *   You imagining BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't change the fact, that BoomFuzzy is black.


   *   You thinking of BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't mean that I wrote him the way your fucked up brain thought of him.


   *   I wrote BoomFuzzy as a black man, and no amount of you IGNORING what I wrote, is going to change the fact that BoomFuzzy is black.


Just like the same way:


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!

Which is why they can read 7,000 pages before realizing BoomFuzzy is black, think of Quaraun as a young adult/late teen, see sex scenes in places where no sex happened, and think of a series where nothing titillating happens at all, as Erotica.

 - BoomFuzzy is black

 - Quaraun is elderly

 - And there is nothing even remotely erotic in the Quaraun novels.


And so can you start to see the issue?

Readers see what they want to see.

Readers insert what they want the story to be.

And this is not unique to the Quaraun series.

No.

There are hundreds of studies into this phenomena.

Look up studies about Witness Testimony, where 3 people saw the thief run off with the old woman's purse. One says the guy wore a red sweater and had a big beard. The next one says he wore a green Tshirt and was clean shaven. The third says he wore a blue hoodie. But than when checking the security cameras the police learn the guy wore a black and white stripe button down. What happened? Each witness saw the image of someone they were scared of.

Go to any readers' forum and look at the conversations about characters. 

Look at page 179 of the Witcher novel Lady of the Lake where Ciri raped and castrated Avallac'h. Did you know 81% of Ciri fans swear Avallac'h raped Ciri?

Did you know that 34% of Harry Potter fans believe Prof Snape is an elderly woman and are shocked when they see the movies and see a fairly young man as the actor?

What about The Hunger Games where MORE THAN HALF OF THE CHARACTERS are described specifically as "African American", but when they were cast as black in the movies, MILLIONS of novel fans protested the black actors, swearing the characters in the novels were white?

How many times do you see a reader describe a character as blond, than you read the book they recommended and learn that character was brunette?

This phenomena is wide spread.

But... a family being murdered by enraged anti-Erotica Christians is a rare event.

My family was murdered by radical Christians who wanted to punish me for writing Erotica.

The only problem with that is: I don't Erotica.

I've never written Erotica.

As a Christian myself, I have no intention of ever writing Erotica.

People who admit they never read my books, murdered my family, because they had seen so many people on NaNoWriMo forum, KBoards forum, Twitch VoDs, Discord, Twitter, and FaceBook, make the false CLAIM that my books were Erotica.

They saw so many of my readers CALL my books Erotica, that they became fully convinced I MUST be writing Erotica, and so without even reading m books to find out if the rumor was true or not, they kidnapped mu children, cut off their heads, than nailed their heads to my door.

   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!

   *   MY FAMILY WAS MURDERED BECAUSE READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!



Remember folks: 

   *   You thinking of Quaraun as young, a teen, or a young adult, does not change the fact, that he is the equivalent of a 90 year old Human, exactly as you were told in the novels.

   *   You ignoring the fact that in just volume 1, I described BoomFuzzy as BLACK 5,678 times, doesn't change the fact, he's still black.


   *   You imagining BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't change the fact, that BoomFuzzy is black.


   *   You thinking of BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't mean that I wrote him the way your fucked up brain thought of him.


   *   I wrote BoomFuzzy as a black man, and no amount of you IGNORING what I wrote, is going to change the fact that BoomFuzzy is black.


Just like the same way:


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!

Which is why they can read 7,000 pages before realizing BoomFuzzy is black, think of Quaraun as a young adult/late teen, see sex scenes in places where no sex happened, and think of a series where nothing titillating happens at all, as Erotica.

 - BoomFuzzy is black

 - Quaraun is elderly

 - And there is nothing even remotely erotic in the Quaraun novels.


So now... let's actually LOOK at what it is, people CLAIM is the "erotica" found in the Quaraun novels.

Keep in mind that Quaraun is an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

Let me repeat... the "erotica" scenes are describing an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

And let me give you a question to think about here:

Would YOU be sexually aroused by descriptions of a 90 year old man?

Are you starting to see how utterly silly the people calling the Quaraun books Erotica, are?

If you have ever read one of my novels, you know much I like to write character descriptions. Every chapter contains now fewer than 500 words describing the character... 500 words for EACH character ... describing everything from their skin to their eyes to their hair to their cloths ... and well, you know me ... Screaming Unicorn gets branded as "Erotica" for it's 10 page long description of Quaraun's gold rings ... 128 gold rings that are used like Frankenstein stitches to "sew" his badly mutilated and near severed penis and foreskin back together and the matching 58 gold scrotum rings ... a scene that gets copied, reworded, and pasted into EVERY single volume of the series, and is followed, by an equally detailed scene of BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy as readers are aware, is a shapeshifter. A silver horned, black unicorn in his natural form, he can change to look like anything or anyone, and one day he saw a pair of snakes breeding, and discovered what it is also snakes have that no other species has: two penises.

Sooooo... BoomFuzzy, a black man in his Human form, because he's a black horse in his real form, has not one, but two black penises for me to describe, in 10 page detail, because, it's what I do. It's what the Quaraun series is known for: grueling specific details of men with no pants on. Of course in volumes that include GhoulSpawn, you then get a third description, of GhoulSpawn's, well, and well isn't his a doozy, those volumes banned in 27 countries.

So, you have ditzy, clumsy, clutz of an albino Elf who can't walk in high heels, never met a staircase he couldn't fall boobily down, and gets his dresses snagged on every tree root, just so we can watch him fall bum up, flat on his face, with his skirts over his head, so we can describe his gold rings, you know because, I'm apparently addicted to describing his gold rings, bee doing it for 43 years now.

Speaking of falling boobily down stairs... have you ever read a Fabio novel?

Try it sometimes.

Sooner or later you will run across a scene of a woman, who boobily stumbles down the stairs, just so the male lead can rip her bodice off and free the boobs. It won't take you long, because that scene appears in EVERY single Fabio novel, all 371 of them. That scene also appeared in 842 Fabio-knock-off novels.

From 1991 to 1994, Zebra Erotic Romance Historical became so legendary for woman "stumbling boobily down the stairs", "falling boobily down the stair", "bouncing boobily down the stairs", "tripping boobily down the stairs", that there is a subReddit called "Men Writing Women" and their tagline is: "She Bounced Boobily Down The Stairs". The goal of the subReddit is "to catalogue every incident of a male writer describing a female as boobily".

Boobily is a word that you will not find in the dictionary, but in the world of Romance novels, particularly in the Bodice Ripper subgenre, and especially in the Fabio line by Zebra Publishing in particular, the word "boobily" is the single most common word used to describe female leads. Interesting to note that these novels are sold under female pennames and feature cover art near nude women falling out of their Southern Belle dresses in the arms of Italian male model Fabio, thus the term "Fabio novels".


In any case, the trope of women falling "boobily" down the stairs because a male author wants to spend 10 pages describing her breasts after they spilled boobily out of her corset, after she fell boobily down the stairs, and landed boobs first on the man sitting at the table nearest the stairs, is so widespread and so over used, that, I decided to make fun of it, by being a woman, who wrote a man who falls boobily down stairs, and gets his cock and balls miraculously exposed on the table below every time, followed by a detailed description of said cock and balls that have landed in the nearest soup bowl.

Yeah. It makes fun of the fact that men can't write women without a woman's boobs falling out of her dress and landed on the table, by showing how idiotic that same scene would be, if a man fell down the stairs and landed dick first, half naked on the table, the same way the women constantly land half naked boob first on the table.

Fans of the Quaraun series are often elderly women (yes MOST of my readers are in their 70s to 90s) who read the Fabio novels when in their 40s to 50s, and immediately recognize the joke, and are fully aware that this is Pink Humor (Comedy that makes fun of how utterly ridiculous the Erotica genre is by turning every atrocious boob joke into an even more atrocious dick joke - yes, Pink Humor is an actual genre.)

Quaraun falling boobily down stairs became a running gags in the series, so every volume contains a scene of Quaraun, decked out in a fancy belle of the ball dress, and falling, and landing someplace awkward, balls out.

People who know Pink Humor genre, know this is not Erotica, but rather is making fun of how stupid the Erotica genre is, by putting men in the same scenes female Erotica characters are forced to endure. In Erotica, male authors write scenes of female public humiliation to jerk off to, because those male authors, think jerking off to a woman's public humiliation is sexy and seduction. Real world women read these so-called "Romance" novels that are marketed for women, but are clearly written by men for male readers, and are generally horrified by the kind of abusive, degrading, and humiliating things men find to be titillating.

The Pink Humor genre, rose up in the 1990s, a few months after the Fabio novels took off as the top selling Romance novels off all time (and stayed there until 50 Shades of Grey knocked them off their pedestal). Pink Humor is a genre, generally written by feminists with one goal: to show the world how humiliating, abusive, and degrading to women the Erotica genre is by replacing females with males and those subjecting males to the exact same abusive, degrading, humiliation. 

And in the 1990s and early 2000s, while the Fabio novels were selling like hot cakes from every grocery store check out line, people understood what Pink Humor was and why outraged women were writing it. And many of the Quaraun books were written during this time period.

However, in spite of outselling it's biggest competitor, the Harlequin line, Zebra, was still only a tiny indie publishing house, with only a few authors craning out Fabio novels on a weekly grind, and Harlequin was a large publishing house, with hundreds of authors, putting out hundreds of new titles every week across more than 70 separate lines. Zebra could not keep up, nor could they price their 500 page door stopper Fabio novels high enough, and they soon filed for bankruptcy. And in 2002, the last Fabio novel was published.

The Fabio novels changed the publishing industry. They were the first books to publish sex scenes, and soon other genres (Horror, Westerns, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, etc) began to see sex scenes hear and there. This had never been done before, because prior to 1997, American federal laws dictated what could and could not be published in comic books, newspapers, and yes even novels, and sex was simply not allowed.

The Fabio novels challenged those laws and because the authors could go to prison for writing body parts in sex scene, they wrote fruits and vegetables instead. Boobs became melons, bums became peaches, penises became eggplants, to allow sex scenes to NOT fade to black and be written on the page without the author going to prison for 15 years. Massive lawsuits rocked the publishing industry as outraged church groups stared suing Zebra for daring to publish sex in books, which contributed to Zebra's filing for bankruptcy and the Fabio books ceasing to be published.

However, as these lawsuits ended up on nightly TV news, more and more people became aware of the fact that the Federal Government was regulating what could and could not be published in books and outraged Freedom of Speech supporters, discovering sex was banned by federal law from being published in Romance novels, took to the courts with 1st armament lawsuits against the American government... and thanks to the daring authors of the Fabio novels... on September 26, 1997, the federal law that banned sex and violence from being published in comic books and novels since it's rise against EC Comics in 1953, was at long last obliterated, and the flood gates were opened for brand new genre: Erotica, to be published in America, for the first time since it's banning in 1953.



Since 1997, sex scene began to appear more and more often in any and every genre, while the Romance genre, suddenly left behind it's sex free Sweet stories of wooing and courtship with no bedrooms to be found to be replaced with sex dripping raunchy bedroom romps, that had no story at all, no romance to be seen, and indeed rarely even had a plot and was in fact nothing but page after page of sex scenes.

And the Bodice Ripper, aka The Fabio novels, faded away, all but forgotten, with few sexual liberated authors today even aware that without the Fabio novels, their freedom to write sex, would not exist at all. This strange genre that focused on none-stop sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation, done entirely by throwing assorted fruits and vegetables in the bedroom, disappeared ... until 2013, when for the first time in 10 years, a novel that focused on none-stop sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation,  this time with house hold items like tampons and golf balls instead of fruits and vegetables, took the world by storm ad went on to be the first book to not only out sell Harry Potter, but also, out sell the Bible: 50 Shades of Grey. 

With the arrival of 50 Shades of Grey, the Bodice Ripper genre retuned, darker than ever, and now known as BDSM Erotic Romance. And all the work feminists made at squashed the genre that focused on none-stop sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation,  was flushed down the toilet, as millions of women, rushed to be the next ELJames, and wrote novels that focused on none-stop sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation, to the point of extreme.

No more was the Romance genre dominated by male authors writing women falling boobily down the stairs for the pleasure of male readers. Now the Romance genre was dominated by female authors who WANTED to be sexually abused, WANTED to be sexually harassed, WANTED to be sexually humiliated in public places.

And with the rise of the BDSM Erotic Romance 50 Shades Knock-Off genre, came too, a resurge in readers buying old and nearly forgotten Pink Humor novels, including the Quaraun series which had been practically forgotten along with the Fabio books.

And this is where I give rise to concern. For the definition of Erotica, seems to have changed.

Erotica used to be about seduction. Two or more WILLING partners WILLING CONSENTING to seduce each other. ACTUAL BDSM has the same definition.

The Bodice Ripper Genre and the 50 Shades Knock Off genre, both focus on LACK OF CONCENT.

Every Bodice Ripper follows the same basic story line: wealthy young girl (usually said to be 14 years old - YES - the girls on the covers of Fabio novels are supposed to be only 14 years old according to the story inside) away from home for the first time, on a stage coach that stops a saloon in the middle of no where, after freshening up in the bath up stairs, she falls boobily down the stairs, her hoop skirt gets caught on a chandelier, ripping her bodice off, as she lands on the table below, naked boobs out, wearing nothing but her pantaloons. The man at the table immediately gropes her bare breasts, calls his drunk friends over to join in, gang rape ensures, but low and behold, Comanchee Chief Fabio or Highwayman Fabio or Half-Bred Buk Boy Fabio or Swashbuckler Pirate Fabio swoops in, rescues the poor naked defiled gang rape victim, carries her off to his lair/ship/teepee, to... oh look, he's gonna rape her too, because she's already 14 years old, got to get her pregnant before she becomes an old maid, so now she's his wife by rape, but sex is just greatest so she doesn't care that he kidnapped her, raped her, and is holding her hostage.

Also known as The Dubious Consent genre, the Fabio novels aka the Bodice Rippers were blatant child rape stories.

And if you are wondering how I know... I own more than 3,000 1990s Bodice Rippers including the entire Zebra Historical Romance line aka The Fabios. And yes, I have read all of them.

Once mass market produced and sold by the millions,  in the mid 2010s (from 2013 to 2016) church groups across America gathered up massive millions of Fabio novels and burned them in what they termed "Pentecostal Tent Revival Meetings".

I found out about these book burnings when a local church gathered up my own novels to burn in my driveway.

Millions upon millions of Bodice Rippers were destroyed, as these groups bought every copy they could find on Amazon and eBay.

Today, the Fabio novels, once the most popular, top selling books on the planet, each title selling an astounding, mind boggling around 20 million copies per title, thanks to the Christian tent revival book burnings of the mid2010s these books are today among the rarest books on the planet.

Now in 2021, most of the controversial of 1990s Bodice Rippers sell for $100 to $500 each. Books that sold for a cover price of only $2.99, new, just 20 years ago.

A true Fabio, with Fabio himself on the cover, some titles, go from $900 to $13,000 now on eBay in 2021, when just 10 years ago, in 2010, you could buy these books bulk by the und for $1 per pound of books (about .50c each book)

Some of them can be now found as Kindle editions, but beware: the Kindle editions are HEAVILY EDITED... words like "half bred" or "buck boy" are now replaced with "Native American" or "African American", while the ages of the 14 year old girls are changed to 19, 21, or just removed entirely. Most of the fruits and vegetables are now boobs, bums, and cocks, and while the early chapter gang rape attacks are still there, they are rewritten to not include actual rape, just attempted rape, while the later chapter hero bride by rape scenes are rewritten into consent scenes.... If you want to see the way they were before being edited for Kindle, buy the original Mass Market paperbacks from the early 1990s.

I bought most of mine new. And the rest I bought in 2005 to 2007 on eBay bulk, by the pound. I have one of the world's largest and most complete collections of these now very rare and as always very controversial books.

And if you are someone too young to have ever seen a Fabio book in the grocery store check out line, or are some one who never paid attention to those books when you saw them, and are wondering now, what exactly are these wild rape fantasy books writing by men using female pennames and that all feature variations of the same story of kidnapping and raping 14year girls? Here's a few of them:

That is what 3,000 Fabio and Fabio Knock Off books look like. That stack of books is 10 piles deep, 4 piles wide, and from floor to ceiling stands just over 5 feet tall, coming up to my nose. And I've read every one of them. It takes me around 5 hours to read a 500 page Fabio novel, so I can easily read 1 to 3 novels a day.

Pay attention to the covers... ONLY the ones with a hologram heart shaped sticker on the top corner are "true Fabios", the ones without that heart in the top corner, are Fabio Knock Offs.

Speaking of Knock offs, let's move on to the other great offender:

The 50 Shades Knock Off genre is very similar. They all follow this basic story line: poor girl, desperately seeking a job, gets hired by wealthy millionaire/billionaire with a dark brooding past of childhood abuse, that he unleashes, by chaining his secretaries in his basement, AGAINST THEIR WILL, so he can jerk off will whipping them, beating them, raping them, and shoving various dangerous items up their vaginas. 

50 Shades and the 50 Shades Knock Offs are NOT BDSM. They are abuse. And it's horrifying that so many millions of people don't know the difference.

And because people don't know the difference, they call the Quaraun books BDSM. And that is terrifying.

Why?

Look at the chart below:

BDSM is ALWAYS consensual

Are the interactions between BoomFuzzy and Quaraun consensual? No. Quaraun is constantly asking BoomFuzzy to stop touching him, stop hurting him, and Quaraun is frequently brought to tears and begging "Please don't rape me" while BoomFuzzy laughs in his face.

BDSM follow rules. Set boundaries. And those rules and boundaries are respected.

For Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, there are no rules, no boundaries, no respect. Quaraun is asexual, he doesn't like sex. BoomFuzzy is sex crazy out of his mind and what BoomFuzzy wants, BoomFuzzy gets, wither Quaraun agrees to it or not.

BDSM is used for mutual pleasure. It's a role playing game, enjoyed by both partners.

Quaraun is scared of BoomFuzzy.

BDSM has safe words. BDSM stops when one party become scared, hurt, or uncomfortable with the situation.

Quaraun can't stop BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy is stronger than Quaraun, by quite a lot.

BDSM is about giving pleasure, building a strong connection, growing a relationship, and being in love.

BoomFuzzy, gets high on power. He loves to be in control. He gets off on watching others cower before him. He likes scaring people. He likes to see others terrified. Quaraun was born very frail and sickly. He's weak, unhealthy, and elderly. He struggles with arthritis and memory loss. Early stages of dementia are setting in. He knows he need someone to take care of him in his old age. He needs medical attention. BoomFuzzy loves this. He loves the power he knows he has over Quaraun. 

BDSM does not involve drugs or alcohol.

BoomFuzzy is a candy maker and pastry chef, he also makes wine and various drugs, most notably opium. When Quaraun says "No" to anything, sexual or not, BoomFuzzy puts drugs, usually opium into Quaraun's food. He bakes gingerbread and chocolate covered apricots, knowing can't resist either, and fills them with drugs. Opium subdues Quaraun, lulls away his freewill, makes him open to suggestion, and leaves him in a dream-state-stupor, which allows BoomFuzzy to make Quaraun do things he wouldn't normally do, or more often, so he rape Quaraun.

While the on page sex scenes are rare, the scenes of Quaraun passing out from a drug overdoes are frequent, and usually followed by a scene of Quaraun waking up the next day, fully aware that he's been raped by BoomFuzzy.

There are scenes when characters, ask Quaraun outright: "Did BoomFuzzy rape you?" and Quaraun answers with: "No. He never rapes me. I love him." And the other characters ask: "But you don't like sex. You asked him to stop. You asked him to rape you." and indeed there are frequent scenes of BoomFuzzy sexually harassing Quaraun, bullying Quaraun, trying to drag Quaraun into bed, while Quaraun says: "No. Please. I don't like sex. Please don't rape."

This is abuse, NOT BDSM.

The Quaraun series takes a deep, dark, dive down the path of abusive relationships. It is NOT BDSM. It's not meant to titillate the reader. It's meant to show the reader, how terrifying it is, to be in an abusive relationship, to love the person who constantly abuses you, and to have to live with the turmoil and confusion that comes with being terrifying of the person you love.

BoomFuzzy is not a good person. Nor is he portrayed as such. He does love Quaraun. And can be kind and loving. But he drinks, he takes drugs, he makes drugs, he's brutal, he's violent. We've seen scenes of BoomFuzzy pummelling Quaraun in a drunken rage and other characters trying to pull BoomFuzzy off of him. We've seen BoomFuzzy shove Quaraun to the ground and jump on him, deliberately trying to break his bones.

The series is full of scenes of characters, worried about Quaraun, when they see him with a black eye, or a split lip, or a bloody nose, or a broken wrist. Character are always trying to convince Quaraun, he shouldn't be with BoomFuzzy and Quaraun won't leave him.

Quaraun is with BoomFuzzy because of guilt. BoomFuzzy was in a long term committed relationship, with Gibedon, before Quaraun was even born. Gibedon was a solider. Went away to war. BoomFuzzy had a fling with Quaraun. BoomFuzzy wasn't serious about it. Quaraun was. They lived together for a few years. Then Gibedon came back. Quaraun caught BoomFuzzy and Gibedon in bed together, and stabbed them both, killed Gibedon. BoomFuzzy commit suicide. Devastated, Quaraun became a Necromancer and resurrected BoomFuzzy as a Lich.

Quaraun feels like he has to stay with BoomFuzzy now, to make up for killing Gibedon. BoomFuzzy, he loves Quaraun, but he also loved Gibedon, and he would them both together, not choosing one over the other, had Quaraun not killed Gibedon.

But Quaraun did kill Gibedon, and the guilt is crushing his mind, so he let's BoomFuzzy do anything. And BoomFuzzy's angry. He loves Quaraun, but Quaraun murdered Gibedon and Quaraun's presence is a constant reminder of that.

So BoomFuzzy takes to drinking, and sing Quaraun like a punching bag.

Their relationship is very toxic. It's not a good relationship. It's full of domestic abuse.

Does ANY of this sound like Erotica to you?

   *   READERS SEE WHAT THEY WANT TO SEE and DO NOT SEE WHAT I ACTUALLY WROTE!

Which is why they can read 7,000 pages before realizing BoomFuzzy is black, think of Quaraun as a young adult/late teen, see sex scenes in places where no sex happened, and think of a series where nothing titillating happens at all, as Erotica.

 - BoomFuzzy is black

 - Quaraun is elderly

 - And there is nothing even remotely erotic in the Quaraun novels.


Keep in mind that Quaraun is an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

Let me repeat... the "erotica" scenes are describing an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

And let me give you a question to think about here:

Would YOU be sexually aroused by descriptions of a 90 year old man?

Are you starting to see how utterly silly the people calling the Quaraun books Erotica, are?

It makes me sad that so many people call the Quaraun books BDSM.

I'm terrified for anyone those readers are in a relationship with.

If you want to see what REAL ACTUAL Erotica reads like... read Cum 4 BigFoot by Virginia Wade.

REAL Erotica has consent and characters who are old enough to know what the word consent means.

Read real Erotica, than go back and look at Bodice Rippers and 50 Shades Knock Offs and yo can see the difference.

Like the Bodice Ripper genre, the 50 Shades Knock Off genre also focuses on abuse, rape, kidnapping, and full on no consent at all what so ever.

Though neither genre is BDSM or Erotica, both are often called BDSM and Erotica by people who haven't got a clue what real BDSM or real Erotica actually is.

These books, promote rape as sexy, show kidnapping as a form of seduction, and often show the hero beating the shit out of the young girl's parents as though this was a good thing, when the parents try to rescue the girl from the rapist who kidnapped her.

These genres are very, very, very dark, and promote illegal activities of kidnapping and rape as being good fun things to do.

Often called The Rape Fantasy genre, these books have horrified millions of women, who are shocked when they learn that these genres even exit.

It was because of this shock and horror that lead to the rise of the Pink Humor , which is a back lash of women writing male characters being kidnapped and raped by other male characters, to show men: you wouldn't like it if it happened to you, so why do you think it's okay to do this to women?

Like every such scene in the Pink Humor genre, the boobily scenes of the Quaraun novels, were written to poke fun at Romance and Erotica and show the reader how WRONG it is to glorify sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation, as something to masturbate to.

They directly show you: look this is how humiliating it is for a man to trip on the hems of a ball gown and fall down the stairs, and land dick out on the table below.

It's degrading.

It's upsetting.

This IS NOT sexy.

This is NOT seduction.

It's embarrassing.

It's humiliating. 

Stop writing scenes  that focus on none-stop sexual abuse, sexual harassment, and sexual humiliation, stop writing scenes of women tripping on her skirts, her blousing flying off and boobs landing on the table below and treating it like it seduction!

It's fucking rape, you fucking retards!

It's degrading.

It's upsetting.

This IS NOT sexy.

This is NOT seduction.

It's embarrassing.

It's humiliating.

This is NOT erotic.

Why do you think it is something to masturbate too?

What is wrong with you sick mother fuckers who jerk off to this? 

Look, it's NOT sexy when you put a man in a dress and have him fall down the stairs,  and his dick on display for no reason at all. So WHY do you do it to women? This is NOT erotic. Why do you think it is? What is wrong with you sick mother fuckers who jerk off to this?

And while the Fabio novels were popular, readers of Pink Humor, including readers of the Quaraun series, understood, yeah, it IS humiliating to fall down the stairs and fall out of your cloths at the same time. No, there is NOTHING sexy about this incredibly humiliating scene. Yes, people who get off on this sort of sexual humiliation ARE sick in the head.

But for some reason, in recent years, since the rise of 50 Shades of Grey, younger readers who have clearly never heard of the Pink Humor genre and also have never read ACTUAL Erotica, have started to take an interest in the Quaraun series, thinking of it as Erotica, and define the very scenes which MOCK Erotica and show WHY EROTICA IS BAD, as being among the WORLD'S BEST EROTICA EVER WRITTEN!!!!!

The very fact that those scenes were written IN PROTEST AGAINST Erotica, is very upsetting for me to find this new wave of Quaraun readers, buying the books and reading them AS Erotica.

Think about it.

These scenes were written to show this man utterly humiliated, embarrassed, horrified, mortified, and end with him running out of the room in tears, too embarrassed to even go back in the building to get his things from his room, so he can check out. He just runs off into the woods in tears and cries, while his friend gets their things out of the apartment and pays the hotel.

These scenes are not written in any senses of titillation at all. 

They are written DIRECTLY to show the ACTUAL REACTION someone would have in that situation.

In Erotica novels, a woman who falls boobily down the stairs, her skirts somehow catching on the chandelier and leaving her dress hanging from the ceiling while she lays dazed on the nearest table, usually end with her dancing on the table and being fucked by every single man in the tavern, loving every minute of it, and thanking god she fell down the stairs and left her dress behind.

And that NOT how a real women would act if he fell down the stairs, ripped her bodice, and landed on the table with her breasts exposed.

It's NOT sexy!

It's NOT seductive!

It's NOT erotic!

She would run out of the room in tears.

Embarrassed. Humiliated. Mortified. Just like Quaraun does.

And can I remind you one more time that Quaraun is an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

Let me repeat... the "erotica" scenes are describing an elderly man, the equivalent of a 90 year old Human.

And let me give you a question to think about here:

Would YOU be sexually aroused by descriptions of a 90 year old man?

Are you starting to see how utterly silly the people calling the Quaraun books Erotica, are?

Are you starting to see yet why I keep pointing out that: 

   *   You thinking of Quaraun as young, a teen, or a young adult, does not change the fact, that he is the equivalent of a 90 year old Human, exactly as you were told in the novels.

   *   You ignoring the fact that in just volume 1, I described BoomFuzzy as BLACK 5,678 times, doesn't change the fact, he's still black.


   *   You imagining BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't change the fact, that BoomFuzzy is black.


   *   You thinking of BoomFuzzy as white, doesn't mean that I wrote him the way your fucked up brain thought of him.


   *   I wrote BoomFuzzy as a black man, and no amount of you IGNORING what I wrote, is going to change the fact that BoomFuzzy is black.


Just like the same way:


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!


That people try to sexualize humiliation scenes, is horrifying to me, and that's WHY I don't like it when people call the Quaraun books Erotica.

Abuse is not funny.

Abuse is not sexy.

Abuse is not titillating.

What is wrong with you people?

Why would you sexualize something like that?

And it's made even worse, when people who never even read the Quaraun books, hear other people calling the Quaraun books Erotica, and then they send me death threats, accusing me of writing Erotica.

They hate Erotica as much as I do, or they wouldn't be sending death threats to Erotica authors saying they want to blow the brains out of every Erotica author on the planet.

And yet, had they READ my books, they would have known that I hate Erotica as much as they do.

But because sick freaks get off on sexualizing the humiliation scenes in the Quaraun series, people who know nothing about the Quaraun series end up thinking it is Erotica.

When the fact remains, the ONLY people who find the Quaraun series erotica, are sick bastards who sexually abuse, harassment, and public humiliation!

And had the people who are sending me death threats taken the time to actually READ the Quaraun books BEFORE sending me death threats, they would have known that and been just as horrified by the people calling it Erotica as I am!


Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!



I have Autism (Kenner's Syndrome, aka ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Asperger's which it is in no way, shape, or form related to - Autism is NOT on the Autism spectrum, only illnesses that are not related to Autism, but have 3 or more symptoms common to Autism so could be confused with and/or misdiagnosed as Autism are on the Autism Spectrum. There are 680 Autism Spectrum diseases, including Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Muscular Dystrophy, ALS, and even some forms of cancer. Actual Autism is one of the world's rarest diseases effecting only 1 in every 1,200,000 people and requires the agreement of 3 psychiatrists to diagnose it due to the law requiring parents to be immediately arrested and the child put in foster care when the diagnosis is made. There are only 12 psychiatrists on the planet legally authorized to make a diagnosis of actual Autism, again not to be confused with Asperger's which effects 1 in 3 people and can be diagnosed by pretty much anyone. Unlike Asperger's which people are born with, you are not born with Autism, rather Autism is a severe psychosis also known as Childhood Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Every known case of an actual medical diagnosis of actual Autism, has been aa child that was raped between the ages of 3 and 8 and 97% of all cases have been children who were used in child sex prostitution rings/human traffic of sex with toddlers, thus why the law requires the parents to be immediately arrested while still at the doctors office when the diagnosis is made. Because of the arrest law, doctors are hesitant to make a diagnosis of actual Autism.) 

I was raped by adult male priests more than 500 times by the time I was 8 years old.  My first contact with none sexually abusive adults, was the FBI raid that rescued me and 140 other children who were keep locked in rusted dog cages piled up ceiling high, like a puppy mill, only we were human children. Of the 140 of us rescued in that FBI raid, more than half of them commit suicide before reaching the age of 18. Today 40 years later, fewer than 12 of us are still alive. Most were murdered. Beaten to death by men who recognized they were the adult version of a child they had paid money to rape.

I say all of this for a reason. 

In addition to Autism, I also have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder on extremes (actual medical diagnoses) and it makes doing simple everyday things like eating, bathing, an all day chore. I also have Agoraphobia and the longest I went, not only not going outside, but even going out my room was 15 years. I have Selective Mutism, which cripples any ability I have to communicate with others.

I can't function on any kind of social level at all. And after the FBI raid, social workers classified me as "a feral child" a child who acted more animal than human, and was prone to attack humans on sight, growling, hissing, biting, clawing, like a cat.

They assumed I could not understand them. They didn't know that before my uncles took over and started the sex ring, my grandmother had taught me to read and write, so they were surprised when I was able to write and communicate very clearly through writing.

I initially took up writing as a way to communicate with others, because my anxiety levels in the presence of humans was so bad, that I can't talk when in the same room with one. The social interaction I had between the age of 8 and the age of 31, was to be beaten with cinder block bricks, raped by Mormon priests, and locked back in my cage.

So I had 27 years of KNOWING from first hand experience that humans were evil, humans beat you with bricks, humans hurt you, humans rape you, humans starve you, humans torture you, humans break your bones. 

Love, friends, schools, doctors, hugs, TV, movies, warm blankets, bathing, eating with forks and spoons, kindness - these were concepts I had never heard of and couldn't comprehend. 

That human touch could exist WITHOUT it causing pain, I couldn't even fathom that.

Than came the psychiatrists and psychologists, 340 of them from all over the world, to study me, like I was a bug under a microscope. I hated it. I just wanted to be left alone. But no. I was a freak. An oddity. A child whom had been raised completely devoid of any form of love, kindness, or affection. So now I get the joys of being the poster child, whose face is plastered in every college psychology textbook that talks about extreme child abuse and it's effects on the psychosis. All any of that did, was reinforce what I already knew: humans don't give a shit. 30 years later, now other psychologists chide those original psychologists for doing more harm to me than good because, they treated me like a lab rat instead of trying to teach me humans were good.

In the end, I locked myself away on my grandmother's farm, and took up writing. Put up all the 144 billboards in my driveway that have brought millions of tourists to Maine to see Maine's crazy author with all her billboard signs. 

I don't try to write characters who are things I know nothing about.

My main character, grew up raped and abused throughout his childhood, because this is the only thing I know about childhood and I write what I know.

My main character, sleeps on a pile of hay, even as an adult, unable to get used to using beds, because I sleep on a pile of hay, my raring phobia of beds astounds people but I associate beds with rape not sleep and I write what I know. I can not write a scene of a character enjoying a bed, liking a bed, sleeping on a bed, or doing anything other than running in terror from beds, because I don't know it feels like to see a bed as a place to sleep. I write what I know.

My main character, suffers massive phobias, he's scared of everything, he runs in terror from humans, flees to the forest to cower in fear, he can not function socially, because I write what I know and his fictional phobias are the very real world phobias that I live with. I live in growth forests of Maine because fleeing to the safety of trees from the monsters that call themselves humans, that is what I do, so that's why I write my main character doing the same.

My main character, has no friends, because I can't even begin to imagine what having a friend might be like and I write what I know.

My main character, is mostly silent, near mute, suffering severe selective mutism that is trigger by the sight of humans, because I am mostly silent, near mute, suffering severe selective mutism that is trigger by the sight of humans, and I write what I know.

My main character, did not go to school and can not understand what others are talking about when they talk about school, because I did not go to school and I can't understand what others are talking about when they talk about school, and I write what I know.

The readers of my books, see the world through the eyes of a character who lives in mortal terror of the human race, they see the story told from the point of view of a character whose social anxiety is so crippling he can barely function at all whenever humans are around.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

I wrote my books that way, and see the world through my eyes and I live in mortal terror of the human race, my social anxiety is so crippling I can barely function at all whenever humans are around.

I write what I know.

And this is why, you see sex ONLY appear in my novels in the form of rape and abuse, show through the eyes of a horrified character traumatized by sex abuse and wanting anything and everything to do with sex, out of his life.

I write what I know, and if you had known me, you would have known too that I carry a machete and am a expert at castrating rapists, I have been since I was 8 years old. It's WHY I can write castration scenes with such vivid detail, why I know it's not quick or easy to castrate a man

I write what I know.

Did you never notice how sex scenes in my novels, end in castration and penis mutilation?

I write what I know.

I know that men are evil and use their penises like weapons against children, and the only safe man is a castrated man.

And had you read my books, you would know WHY, I say any one who calls my books Erotica, probably belongs in prison.

YOU calling my books Erotica, marks you as:

   *   Either someone with no clue what Erotica is.

   *   Or someone is a very dangerous rapist.

You either brand yourself as a retarded idiot or a dangerous criminal, when you call my books Erotica.

People who have ACTUALLY READ my books, know what they are, and know that there is no Erotica in them, not even when there is a sex scene.

And when people who have ACTUALLY READ my books, hear YOU call my books Erotica, they know either you did not read my books, or you are too retarded to know what Erotica is, or you a deviated pervert with a sex fetish for stabbing people to death during sex and should be in prison with my uncles.

Again... you might want to check your sources BEFORE you make a fool of yourself.

When you hear someone else call my books Erotica, and than you run off calling my books Erotica too, without finding out if that person lied to you or not, well, you come off looking like an even bigger fool than they did, don't you?

But you people didn't stop with just calling my books Erotica. No. You called me a BDSM dominatrix and you sent people to my house. 

The Old Orchard Beach address is the only one I use online because my uncles posted it all over the internet in 2007. But it's not my ONLY place of residence. 

I have 4 ADDITIONAL addresses, in as many other towns. I live in multiple locations, rotating between them, depending on my health (and which hospital I need to be near by) and the convention season. And NONE of those addresses have ever been put online, ever.

But ThingyChan, got one of my addresses from Mervin Bruce Atwater, February 2019, and because he paid her $500 to do so, she posted it on Discord, told her people that I was a BDSM Dominatrix who liked "surprise gangbangs" and sent 5 men to my house. They got the wrong house and raped the 2 sisters who lived next door.

She hired 5 men to rape me, while telling them I was a BDSM Dominatrix.

I am a Voodoo Priestess. Voodoo is a branch f the Catholic Church. I'm a Catholic Nun. That's why I dress like I do, with the veil on my head, the long robes, you know, like Catholic nuns do.

In what fucked up world does being a Catholic nun = being a BDSM Dominatrix?

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Kendra SilverMander posted in October 2006, on the Maine NaNoWriMo Forum, a request for a hitman to kill me, because according to her I wrote Erotica and needed to be stopped because as she put it it was her turn to shine and my Erotica sales were in the way of her Erotica sales, and 4 days later a grease fryer bomb blew up my house.

She hired a man to build a bomb, because she thought I wrote Erotica that was competing with her Erotica. She IS supposedly an Erotica author or so she says, but I'm not and Erotica author, and I don't know why she claims I am.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

You stupid sex crazed idiots.

You thinking about sex, does not mean I'm doing anything with sex.

You thinking about sex when I talk, does not mean I'm talking about sex.

You thinking about sex when you read, does not mean I wrote about sex.

You having an erection while you read a murder scene in one of my novels, does not mean I wrote that murder scene to arouse you nor does t make that scene BDSM.

You having an erection while reading about a man being castrated in one of my novels, does not mean I'm a BDSM dominatrix.

Take your perverted fucked up head out of your ass, and take a look at reality for a change.

You have a sex addiction problem and you need help.

And just because you are a perverted jackass who puts sex, Erotica, and BDSM into everything you see, doesn't mean that I have anything to do with sex, BDSM, or Erotica.

A bomb blew up my house because you sex crazed jackasses couldn't stop spreading your fucking slanderous sex lies about me and my books.

My children were murdered because you sex crazed jackasses couldn't stop spreading your fucking slanderous sex lies about me and my books.

When does it end?

And sit back and laugh and your ha-ha sex jokes?

People are DEAD because of you!

Is it still FUNNY?

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

The difference between me and other authors is the motivation behind why we write.

They write because they love hearing praise.

I write because I love my characters and would rather spend time with them, than Humans.

They desire Humans to kiss your ass.

I desire for Humans to die.

They can't exit without Humans glorifying them.

The longer I exist, the more I desire to kill every Human I meet.

They think humans are great and seek their approval.

I've yet to meet a good, kind, loving, moral, or decent Human. I've been beaten, raped, tortured, mutilated, crippled, starved, and caged by Humans.

They want Humans to put them on a pedestal.

I want Humans to die.

They bend to the whims of Human demands.

I fight back and shatter the teeth out of Humans with the very same bricks they used to break my jaw.

They live to be praised by Humans.

My family was murdered by Humans.

They are blind to the true nature of Humanity.

I've seen Humans for the vile creatures they really are.

They think Humans will love them.

I know Humans are completely incapable of love.

They write about Humans and their relationships in hopes of winning human praises.

I write Elves who eat Humans.

They write to gain human glory.

I write to have someone to talk to, even if it is just a fictional Elf and his equally fictional unicorn.

They desire humans to acknowledge them.

I know Humans aren't worth the feces they shit out.

Success or flop has never been a motivating factor for me.

Success via sales or money or good reviews, is dependant upon humans and humans are vile, despicable creatures whom I loath.

I don’t write for Humans.

I write for me.

When I was 8 years old, Humans locked me in a cage. I was beaten daily with a brick. A foundation nail was driven through my hip. I received one salt herring once every 12 days, I was considered “mute” because my jaw and teeth were shattered so badly that I could talk. When the FBI raid rescued me and let me out of the cage I was 31 years old and barely weighed 70lbs, had to be talk how to walk, bath, brush hair and teeth, and I was 42 years old when it was discovered that I was NOT mute, but rather needed surgery to reconstruct my jaw and suddenly I could talk.

Things like school, doctors, friends, kindness, hugs, TV, these were things I had never heard of and knew nothing about.

I was 37 years old the first time anyone ever told me I was a Human, and even now, I do not believe it.

Unlike Humans, I feel love and pain. I feel pity and compassion. And because of this, I KNOW I am not Humans, because Humans are incapable of feeling love. Humans are incapable of being kind. Humans are evil.

When I was put in a cage at 8 years old, I was told it was because I was a Demon, a Changeling. My uncles convinced my mother, herself a child, closer in age to me than most sisters are to each other, that her real child had been taken by Satan and killed and me, the Demon left in it’s place.

Teams of hundreds of psychiatrists and psychologists from all around the world gathered to study me. The feral child, the caged child, the child whom had never been hugged, the child who was never loved,

The news reporters called it The Worst Child Abuse Case In American History.

That child was me.

I write, because I have no friends and don’t fool myself into think there exists out there a Human capable of ever loving me enough to want to be friends with me.

And so I write about Elves. Lives who kill Humans. Elves who are my friends, because I have no one else. I write long conversations with the Elves, because I’ve no one else to talk to or with.

This is the difference between they and I.

They lust for human approval.

I vomit in disgust at the very thought of human existence.

They are a fool who await humans to love them.

I know Humans are incapable of any such thing.

They seek the glory and praise of reviews written by humans.

Humans have only praise and glory to themselves. Humans are selfish. Humans are evil. Humans are the bringers of pain. Humans exist only to kill, steal, and destroy. 

Humans will never love you.

Humans will only ever hurt you.

And so long as you are bound by your desire for Human praise, human glory, human written reviews, you will forever be their slave. You will never have freedom. You will always be looking to the next pat on the back, the next whisper of ego, and you'll never be free to write what you desire to write, because you'll always be groveling at human fee, waiting for their pitiful scraps. You can't stand on your own two feet. You require the crutch on other Humans.

Me on the other hand, I've learned from experience that the only good human is a dead human, for there are no good humans.

THIS is what makes me different from other authors. And why I don't write sex.

Other authors, have a drive a glut lust for sales. And they know humanity is evil and therefore sex sells. So what do they write? They write what they think they have to write to gain sales: sex. They write what they feel pressured by society to write.

Me? I don't give 2 shits what society wants.

You want sex? Well go fuck yourself then.

I don't care what you want.

I don't write for you.

Do you know I want? I want to know what happiness feels like. I've never felt that. I don't know what it feels like to be happy.

I want to know what it feels like to not be in pain. I don't know what it feels like to have a day without pain.

I want to know what it feels like to have a friend. I've never had a friend.

I want to know what it feels like to have interaction with a person, who does not hit you with bricks, or golf clubs, or waves guns in your face. 

I want to know what kindness feels like. I've never experienced kindness. 

I don’t care about genre.

I don’t care about marketing.

I don’t care about sales.

I don’t care about money.

I don’t care about praise.

I don’t care about reviews.

I don’t care if any one reads it.

None of these things motivates me.

All of those things are bonuses if they happen, but as they rely on Humans to happen, I do not expect them.

Even publication does not motivate me to write.

My motivation has come and gone long before the story is even published.

Companionship is my motivation.

I have no one to talk to.

I have no one to spend time with.

I have no one to love.

I am incredibly, unimaginably lonely.

I desire to have someone to talk to.

I desire to have someone to spend time with me.

I desire someone to love.

But I am unloved. Unwanted. Alone.

No human accepts me as part of their society.

No human has ever been my friend.

No human has ever wanted to talk to me.

I am motivated to write, friends.

I can find no one like me.

I live in a world filled with vile, evil, hateful Humans.

I appear to either be the last of my kind or the only one of my kind that ever was.

I am alone and surrounded by billions of Humans who hate every fibre of my soul and seek only to kill every pet I have, to destroy everything I own, Humans do nothing but kill, steal, and destroy, and so as they have hated me, so too do I now hate them.

I write, to create others like myself.

I write, to create friends to talk to.

I do not write to cater to readers.

I do not write to fit into a genre.

I write because I have no one to talk to.

I write to create someone who is willing to be my friend.

I write to create someone who is willing to talk to me.

This is why my novels are near entirely dialogue with almost no narration at all.

This is why my novels have no definable genre.

This is why my novels contain no action. No adventure. Just one character talking for 500 pages.

Most volumes I write fall into what many would call failures while very few have ever reached anything close to what most would call success. And this does not bother me, because those things neither motivate nor demotivate me.

I know every Human hates me and therefore I am never motivated by anything humans do.

Success in any has never spurred me to write more like it, I have a volume that won international awards, rave reviews, sold 10,000 copies within an hour of it's release. People want more like it, but, sales, awards, rave reviews, requests for more, none of that motivates me to to do more like it. 

While failures have never inspired me to avoid write more like it. I have several books that never even sold 100 copies, and have many bad reviews, and people send me hate mail over them telling me not to write more like them, and what do I do? Write 5 more just like it.

I don't write for YOU.

Yes, I know every one says to write for the reader, write for the market. 

To hell with the readers.

To hell with the market.

Why should I care about readers? Do reader care about me? No. When push come to shove, they don't give a shit about me.

Why should care about the market? The market is fickle, just like readers. Trends and fads come and go. 

The thing is, I’ve never been inspired by bowing to the will of others. And I've got lots of scars and broken bones to prove it.

And what MOST people classify as success, I classify as you being castrated, stripped of your balls and your dignity, forced to grovel in hopes of favor from another.

What are you?

A man?

Or a dog?

I find myself utterly disgusted by what most people think of as success, and by what you clearly see as success.

Why do you need the approval of others to move forward?

Because you have no self worth.

You lack confidence in yourself so you rely on others to pat you on the back.

I suppose that is an advantage of having spent 27 years of my life, including my entire childhood, teen years, and young adult years locked too small for most dogs to fit in. Than again, that's what makes it so utterly ridiculous what this Kendra woman has done, considering how it's not possible for me to have been the bully who bullied her in school, when I not only never went to school, I was locked up in a cage!

I survived because I had strong will and self worth.

I was only 8 years old when I accepted the fact that nothing I ever did was ever going to please anyone, and if I didn't please myself, well than I'd never please any one. And that is why I write what I want to read, not what YOU want to read.

And that is why I do not write sex, even though you came here looking for sex.

So you authors who write about sex, to gain praise from strangers. To what end? As soon as the next fad comes in they'll forget you.

You pampered little fool. Nothing but a weak little pussy.

YOU wouldn't last a week, in the living conditions I lived in for 27 years.

Even prisoners had better living conditions than I had.

And all you care about it sex.

Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex!

Your obsession with sex is why I grew up like I did. Because men like you had to get their jollies by raping children.

Think about it.

If sex crazy people like you didn't exist, men like my uncles wouldn't keep little girls in cages.

If sex crazy people like you did not exist, authors wouldn't feel compelled to fill their stories with sex.

The world has so many stories that contain not a shred of sex.

Edgar Alan Poe never wrote sex.

Robert Louis Stevenson never wrote sex.

Charles Dickens never wrote sex.

Barbara Cartland, the queen of Romance, never wrote sex.

There are millions of novels, by millions of authors, that contain no sex.

And guess what, gay characters can exist without sex.

The fact that your brain defaults to gay couple = erotica, says more about your and your own perverted mind, than it does anything else.

But the fact remains, Kendra Silvermander, lives in Maine and knows how Puritan Mainers are, how violent they become if you put sex in anything. So what did she do? She incited them into sex-hating, violent riots, by lying to them and telling them gay novels = gay sex. Not one of them took the time to READ my novels, or they would have known she was lying to them.

Than Claudia ThingyChan comes along, also sees gay couple and takes it one step further and runs around telling people I do BDSM and am a dominatrix.

I didn't even know what BDSM was. I had to go look like up, to find out what she was accusing me of. It's horrible. Don't look up BDSM. It's awful. It's disgusting.

Didn't know what a dominatrix was either. Or fluffering, another word she used. 

What Claudia did was vile.

We used to live on High Street in Biddeford, do you know why we don't any more?

We moved February 2019.

Do you know why?

Because of ThingyChan.

Do you know what she did?

You remember my car the Dazzling Razzberry with 2.5million marbles glued to it?

The vandalism of that car... she did that. And a lot more.

She made 200+ VODs and posted 2,000+ Discord posts calling me a dominatrix, saying I was into bondage, BDSM, and foot fetishes, including to post my home address in her Discord, telling her perverted, immoral, deviated followers to go my house to have sex with me, and some of her followers, did just that, expecting to find me willing to throw myself on them, expecting they could do anything they wanted to me.

Do you know why my family moved in 2019?

Because she and her followers were banned from harassing my chat, she sent her simps to my house, telling them to rape me.

At the time I was staying with my 82 year old disabled dad on his 3rd floor apartment, in a building that had 28 families in it.

To get in the building you have to go through a front entry hall, go through 2 separate sets of doors, and then find your way through the halls and stairways to find which apartment you are looking for.

Because a group of 5 men showed up at 2AM one night. They broke BOTH the 2 front doors off and threw them out into the street.

They made their way up the stairs, punched the glass and screens out of every window they passed on their way.

With baseball bats they smashed up all of the posts on the stair railings, broke the railings off the stairs and threw them out a window onto one of the resident's cars below.

They ripped the front door off the apartment next door to mine, went into that apartment and gang raped the 2 young mothers (sisters) who lived there with their 2 and 4 year old babies.

After that they went back outside, smashing the walls on their way down, pulling out electrical wiring and plumbing pipes as they went.

Once outside they proceeded to trash the 3 cars parked in the driveway, one of them being my Dazzling Razzberry. They used their bats to smash out the glass, and smash up the metal.

They did more than $230,000 in damages to our landlord's building, put 2 women in the hospital, put my 82 year old dad in the hospital with a ruptured kidney, left 1 little 10 year old boy dead, left 28 families homeless, and totalled 3 cars, including my car The Dazzling Razzberry which they did $30,000 in damages to. EVERYBODY in the building had to move because the damages were so bad that the city condemned the building.

27 High Street, Biddeford, Maine. Go look at it. The whole thing has been a construction site for the past 3 years. They did so much damage, it's taking the landlord years to rebuild and repair.

The deserve to be raped raids started out when she posted that meme she made on Discord telling her Discord followers a huge amounts of sex fanfiction lies she had made up about me and people believed her lies as actual fact. 800+ of her Discord followers started reposting her lies about me on Twitter, causing a group of radical right-wing, anti-sex extremists to attack my Twitch channel, my Reddit profile, my Twitter account, and my FaceBook account.

Once she found out how easy it was to instigate people into violent attacks, she started making daily 5hr VODs about me, making up wild stories about my so-called "BDSM Dominatrix" career, which further enraged her Discord followers, who gathered up even more of their Twitter followers to continue the attack.

She made 200+ of these lie filled BDSM videos about me, and posted variations of her meme as a running gag in her Discord more than 2,000 times, inciting her followers to pure outrage and extreme levels of both online and offline violence.

I don't use Discord so I was unaware of what she was doing and for nearly 2 years was unaware of the source of the deserve to be raped attackers.

As I am an extremist Christian myself (a 5th generation FLDS Mormon) who shuns all things related to sex, I was baffled by the steady daily influx of sex accusations, BDSM accusations, fetish freak accusations, and other highly sexual slander that was being accused of me in my Twitch chat.

I discovered what she was doing October 21, 2019, when she did a livestream on Twitch titled: "Making Bjorn a BDSM Bondage Fetish Freak Just Like EelKat"... seeing my name in the title of a stream baffled me, and I opened the stream to find her, yet again making 3D models of torture devices, this time, making a male BDSM Dominatrix named Bjorn who looked and dressed near identical to Avallac'h, and watched as she and 37 members of her chat, spent 5 hours with the running gag "Just like EelKat" which involved someone saying something highly sexual, followed by the next person answering with "Just like EelKat"... the stream ended abruptly when a male voice from her Discord voice chat said: "EelKat's in your viewer list, she's watching this, better take it to Discord."

One of her mods, immediately sent me an invite to the Discord and said "You should probably see this, it's really bad. I'm sorry. I don't think she thought you'd ever find out."

When I opened the Discord, I saw, downloaded, and watched all 200+ of her VODs about me – which I still have copies of. I read all 2,000+ of her posts about me.

Her Discord has a NSFW BDSM section and in it a massive running gag, which involved those same 800+ people who near daily attacked my Twitch chat... there were 2 years of the running gag "Just Like EelKat", where every few minutes, all day and all night, to the tune of several hundred thousand posts over the course of 2 years... one person would post a vile sex act, and the next person would reply "Just like EelKat".

A majority of the posts involved the commenter detailing how they would rape and kill me, by using BDSM to rape me to death. The more violent the rape details were, the more she encouraged them.

Over the course of my searching the usernames, I found one very alarming one: her brother, who ran streams of himself hacking other streamer accounts and "teaching" viewers how to hijack other streamer's channels, so you could use their channels to post shit in other channel's chats and make it look like they had done it when in fact they had not.

He bragged that he did the same thing on Discord, outright saying that he had created fake Discord accounts in EelKat's name to make it look like she (me) was posting on Discord.

He pulled up 15 fake EelKat accounts on Twitch: EeelKat, ElKat, EeIKat, ect... all one letter off and at a first glance mistaken for my name, and so... THIS is WHY I stopped posting in EVERY ONE'S chat... because I had previously run into people making the claim that I had posted sex links and BDSM and erotica posts in their chat, when I have never done such a thing, and it now became clear to me why people had thought I had posted such things in their channels... this streamer and her brother had created 15 Twitch channels, with usernames so close to mine that at a first glance, streamers reading their chat thought it was me, and we all know how hard it is to focus on chat and play games, streamers mistake usernames even when they are not similar.

I started looking into these fake EelKat account's and I found that they showed up on nearly every channel I followed (back in 2019 the follow list was public so anyone could see who followed anyone else... this event was in fact, the REASON Twitch removed public viewing access of the follower lists). This twitch streamer, would post lewd sex posts in the chat, and her brother, using a fake EelKat account would respond with horrifyingly gross sex responses, and gibber nonsense about erotica and BDSM ... AND would add random, comments about Avallac'h as well, to try to "authenticate" that it being me.

Thus I discovered the source of some of the most horrific rumours being spread not only about Avallac'h, but also about me, as these two degenerates set about to trying to convince every streamer I followed that I was a deviated sex crazed manic with a BDSM fetish, while also making it look like I myself had started the rumours that Avallac'h raped Ciri.

It’s horrifying the level of extremes this streamer and her brother had gone to impersonate me and try to damage my reputation.

This is a HUGE streamer with a HUGE Discord and she attacked my tiny 300 follower channel, because that's what she does.

She's a bully.

So isn’t her brother.

And every one who follows them.

I've since found 64 others she did this same thing to. Most of them gave up streaming and deleted their channels because of her rape raids on their channels. All the streamers she attacks are rape survivors.

Basically, her entire group is devoted to attacking small female streamers with rape threats.

She is a vile, evil, witch hunting cyberbully, who takes sadistic delight in obliterating the reputations of small streamers, by spreading hateful, malicious, slanderous sex lies about them. She is an absolutely horrible person.

Sadly, she's just one of many monsters in this growing trend of targeted witch hunting channels that are spreading across Twitch like a plague.

Hurting others SHOULD NOT be a form of entertainment.

What this streamer and her brother did to me, and did to others, and what other streamers like them do to thousands of people every day... it’s wrong... and they are no different than the Roman Gladiators, The Greek Colosseums... The Hunger Games...

We live in a world, where people see hurting others as fun entertainment.

That's what it all boils down to.

People thinking it is fun to hurt others.

Well I assure you, that if you were on the receiving side of the pain, you wouldn't think it so fun anymore.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

One woman with a perverted sex crazed mind who saw sex in paces where there was no sex, fueled by hate caused all of this.

And you want to know the worst thing... it's now known that she, a woman 20 years older than me, thought I was some brat bully who beat her up in grade school... and yet, I'm the child who was locked in a cage from the time I was 8 years old. I never went to school. She mistook me for someone else.

This entire thing, all of it, was intended for someone else. She found me, thought she found her childhood bully and went psycho stalker on my family since 2004, and now my family is dead, because not one single solitary person, not even the police, would lift a finger to stop her... and even worse half the fucking people in the towns of Saco, Biddeford, and Old Orchard Beach joined her in her crusade attacks on us.

They believed her stupid as sex lies, gay lies, trans lies, bdsm lies, erotica lies, and dominatrix lies about me, and now my family is dead and I hope every one of you fucking bastards who helped her in this all burn in hell where you belong!

And THAT is the event Claudia ThingyChan 3 years later decided it would be funny to make sex meme jokes about on Twitch!

Police arrived and did nothing.

No one did ANYTHING to stop the Ku Klux Klan's attack on me and my children April 10, 2015.

This is what life in Maine is like, when you're not white or they think you might possibly be gay.

Why did the police do nothing?

I'm not white, in case you hadn't noticed.

Every call to the police, the 911 phone is answered by a woman calling herself "Cathy" and she laughs and says: "No one cares about your people, you fucking Gypsy" than hangs up.

Welcome to Maine. The whitest and straightest state in America.

They built up a series of lies about who I am and what I write and than they used Twitter and KBoards to gather up a group of psycho-crazed haters to violently attack offline, destroying my home, my cars, and MURDERING my family.

WHY?

I don't understand why they did this.

What is wrong with these people?

I did notice that BOTH Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingChan, said: "She plays that game that's like Dungeons and Dragons, but ain't Dungeons and Dragons. SpellJammer and RavenLoft...."

I'm sorry, but your ignorance is showing. 

SpellJammer IS Dungeons and Dragons. It's one of the 5 dimensions of the Forgotten Realms from the world of Drizzt, the most famous Elf in any fucking anything. Even people who don't know Dungeons and Dragons know Drizzt. Even people who don't know Lord of the Rind, Sword of Shanara, or Game of Thrones, know Drizzt. Drizzt is the ORIGINAL Elf. Yes, BEFORE Lord of the Rings. Even Tolkien was inspired by Drizzt. SpellJammer comes from the Drizzt franchise. And EVERYTHING EVERYONE knows about Elvs, in every TV show, every novel, every game, even Lord of the Rings, all comes from Drizzt.

SpellJammer is the origin story of the Illithids/Mind Flayers and Beholders as well. They did not exist before SpellJammer. Without SpellJammer you wouldn't have Illithids/Mind Flayers and Beholders in anything else in Dungeons and Dragons.

SpellJammer is the universe in which the Forgotten Realms exist. It's the Solar System itself, and all the planets. It's Elf wizards who use flying pirate ships, space ice/frost magic, and portals to explore the galaxy and travel between planets. It brings together EVERY realm in the DnD universe to explain that EACH DND world exists all in a single galaxy and characters from The Forgotten Realms are able to visit character from GreyHawk, because they are 2 separate planets within a single solar system. It also explains why Elves, Dwarves, Mind Flayers, Gnomes, Teflings, Orcs, ect exist in EVERY DnD realm, even in societies where logically they shouldn't be.

SpellJammer is NOT a separate game, rather it is a set of ITEMS, SKILLS, MAPS, LORE, RACES, and CLASSES, created by DnD creator Gary Gygax, that you can add to ANY DND game. The new races include The Moon Elves, Mind Flayers, Thinker Gnomes, and Beholders (yes, Mind Flayers and Beholders were original designed as PLAYER CHARACTERS not villians/monsters! Mind Flayers were Psion Merchants when they were first created). It adds a fleet of ships, including the Mind flayer Nautiloid that can be bought and flown by the adventuring party.

Among the Classes added are the Helmesmen - the mage Elf captains of massive ice coated pirate ships that fly between planets, and their Navigators, Frost Elf Mages who use mage to fly the ships under their Helmsman's command. The primary map of SpellJammer is The Rock of Brawl, a small mini-moon that acts as a space dock, where merchants from all over the galaxy gather. This is where you can buy a flying pirate ship to add to your adventure party, or hire a Helmesmen and Navigators to fly the ship. 

If your DM wants to add any Class, Race, Item, etc. from a DnD campaign that is not the current location, he can send the players to Rock of Brawl to buy those items, learn those classes, or add a character of that race.

THIS is what SpellJammer was made for.

It is not separate from Dungeons and Dragons, rather it is a space port within DnD that acts as connective tissue to content any of the DnD world's together to allow DMs to allow their players to use races, classes, and items from various campaign worlds. 

Originally created in 1973 under the name Metamorphosis Alpha, SpellJammer pre-dates EVERY campaign of the entire DnD franchise and is actually the FIRST and ORIGINAL DnD world ever created. Metamorphosis Alpha was rebranded for 2AD&D and republished under it's new name SpellJammer. 

RavenLoft is a HOUSE inside of Forgotten Realms. The Castle Ravenloft belongs to a family of alien beings, called Vampires by Humans, who are trapped in the Forgotten Realms and drink blood/eat Humans to survive. Based largely off Dr Who, The Castle Ravenloft is actually a time machine, and not a house. It changes shape to match it's surroundings, and got stuck in the shape of a Gothic castle. It moves locations, and can arrear in any city on any planet, though it often shows up in mist filled swamps and forests.

Gary Gygax created The Castle RavenLoft and the Strahd Family who lives in it, to allow DMs to add a Gothic/Horror/Haunted House/Vampire element to ANY DnD campaign. Vampires and Haunted Houses do not exist in DnD campaigns, normally, but many DMs wanted to add such elements, thus the RavenLoft add on was added, and because of it's backstory as aliens in a shifting time machine, The Castle RavenLoft and it's Vampires can be dropped into any location and any time period of any DnD story.

Like SpellJammer, RavenLoft adds new races, classes, and items to the Dungeons and Dragons game.

SpellJammer and RavenLoft are both places IN Dungeons and Dragons. EVERYONE who knows anything about Dungeons and Dragons knows this. Knows that SpellJammer and RavenLoft are PLACES inside of the DnD world and are NOT separate games.

And yet, ThingChan made over a dozen 5hour long VODS, talking about "EelKat and that BDSM sex filled SpellJammer game she plays" and COMPARING it to Dungeons and Dragons. But, she did not know SpellJammer had Space elves or Tinker Gnomes or spaceships. There is nothing else in SpellJammer. And I'm left to wonder what did ThingyChan find that she THOUGHT was SpellJammer? She is 100% convinced that SpellJammer is nothing but BDSM, Erotica, sex, and dominatrix, but, SpellJammer is just a dock/port of spaceships full of Elf merchants that DMs can add to their game. 

Like the rest of Dungeons and Dragons, SpellJammer has ZERO sex, ZERO BDSM, ZERO Erotica, and ZERO dominatrixs.

Also, there is ZERO sex in ANY DnD game. Sorry, but the game is made for CHILDREN and, you trying to say a children's board game is filled with BDSM and sex, just goes to show what kind of a pervert you really are.

I'm left to wonder, did ThingyChan join some sex crazed game group that turned DnD games into sex fetish perversions and were NOT playing ACTUAL DnD but rather were playing homebrew fanfiction and CALLING it DnD?

And she got these weird sex ideas about SpellJammer into her head because of that? I don't know.

Me thinks she should buy herself a few ACTUAL TSR or WoTC published Dungeons and Dragons books/game guides and read them for herself.

These books are written for CHILDREN, to be able to live act playing games while dressed up as Elves, Dwarves, wizards, bards, and warriors. She's got bebes for brains if she thinks a game for children ages 7 to 15 is full of sex, Erotica, BDSM, and dominatrixes.

They built these sex, erotica, bdsm lies about me, because the series is sold in Japan as Yaoi.

Japan makes up 78% of my book sales. The Quaraun series isn't that popular in America, but it sells like hotcakes in Japan, Brazil, and Germany.

Yaoi is a story that features a gay couple as the main characters. Yaoi can be Romance. Yaoi can be Horror. Yaoi can be Fantasy. Yaoi can be Murder Mystery. Yaoi can be ANY genre. It simply means the main character of the story is a gay couple and the author is a cis female. 

Yaoi DOES NOT mean sex. 

Yaoi DOES NOT mean Erotica. 

Yaoi DOES NOT mean Hentai. 

And if you had read anything other than fanfiction, you'd have known that, and NOT jumped to the false conclusion that I wrote Erotica, simply because my main characters are gay.

I find it deplorable when gay men are fetishized in Yaoi Erotica. I hate how Gay Erotica objectifies gay men. I deliberately wrote the Quaraun series to AVOID fetishizing and objectifying gay men and show Quaraun as a man whose hurting, traumatized, suffering, over the death of someone he loved very much, and trying to come to terms with the suicide of his best friend.

I'm a minority myself, #1 I'm a Gypsy by race, 99% of the world has no clue what a Gypsy is. #2 I'm asexual. When was the last time you saw either a Gypsy or an asexual written accurately in fiction. Quaraun is both, he's Gypsy, he's asexual, and I wrote his as gay, because I'm straight, I only know how to be in love with a man, I can't write being in love with a woman, I've tried, it doesn't come out well.

I hate the entire Yaoi Erotica genre. And I hate even more that Kendra Silvermander and ThingyChan tried to tarnish my name and reputation by spreading the horrible Erotica sex lies about me and my books. They gathered up hateful followers, built bombs, hired hitmen, they arrived with "god hates fags" signs and accused me of being gay, accused me of being a trans m2f woman, and murdered my family. Normally I ignore trolls, but these aren't trolls. These are gay hating terrorists, who violently attacked my family because of fictional books I wrote. They both ought to be ashamed of themselves.

I'm a natural born straight cis female. I've had 7 miscarriages. M2F trans women can't do that you fucking idiots.

But even if I had been a m2f trans women or had been gay, so what? That's NOT a reason to harass someone, that's not a reason to trash their car, that's not a reason to blow up their house with a bomb, that's not a reason to murder their children, cut off their heads, and nail their heads to the door! What the fuck is wrong with you people? You did all that because you thought I was a gay m2f trans woman writing gay erotica. What the fuck?

I'm not gay.

I'm straight.

I'm not a man.

I'm a cis female.

I'm not m2f trans.

I'm a CosPlayer. Do you not know the difference? What the fuck?

You people trashed my car - 5 of them, including The GoldenEagle and The Dazzling Razzberry and No Hurry because you thought I was a gay m2f trans woman writing gay erotica. What the fuck?

You people blow up my house with a bomb because you thought I was a gay m2f trans woman writing gay erotica. What the fuck?

You people murdered my children, cut off their heads, and nail their heads to my front door because you thought I was a gay m2f trans woman writing gay erotica. What the fuck?

You did all of that and I'm not even gay, I'm not even m2f trans, and I don't even write Erotica.

I'm not gay, you trashed my cars for nothing!

I'm not m2f trans, you blew up my house for nothing!

I don't write Erotica, you murdered my family for nothing!

What is wrong with you people?

Is this how you treat EVERYONE you meet who is LGBTQAI+?

Is this what LGBTQAI+ people have to live with?

This is wrong.

Stuff like this shouldn't happen.

I had no idea that THIS was the type of harassment and terrorism that LGBTQAI+ people have to live with I am horrified by it.

I'm not LGBTQAI+, so I didn't know this was what they have to put up with. But you people mistook me, a straight cis female for being a gay m2f trans woman and you treated me, like how you treat ACTUAL gay m2f trans women and you have shown me what horrible people you all all. Your bigotry is deplorable. 

Take your retarded heads out of your asses and try actually reading something and using your brain for once.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

Did you all forget that THIS is me? And THIS is where I live at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine?

You did, didn't you?

You forgot who I was. Where I live. How I live.

You got so caught up in spinning your sex lies, that you strayed very, very, very far from the truth. From the reality, of how I live.

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!

The thing you got to remember, the thing people who came here looking for sex, bdsm, and Erotica seem to be overlooking, is you can't write about something you know nothing about. So HOW does anyone expect me to even attempt to write a sex scene at all, is beyond me. Like all authors, I write what I know.

I know murder of children, and I know that no one cares about murdered children. I know saw up children stuffed into trash bags and tossed in ravines, and and I know that no one cares about those sawed up children, that's why their murders to this day walk free. I know suicide and no one cares about the 39 suicides I have witnessed, their swept under a rug and ignored. I know what it feels like to be years old, and held down by 2 uncles while a 3rd smashed a glass bottle and uses it to carvings in your flesh. 

People often ask, why I write my characters sleeping on piles hay and fur, why do they never sleep in a bed. Because I don't know what sleeping in a bed feels like. I've never been allowed to sleep in a bed. 

I write what I know.

I know what it feels to live for years on end, being allowed to have only 1 salted herring to eat, once every 12 days.

I know what it's like to be so skinny, that I couldn't stand up, because I was so close to death from starvation.

I write so many scenes of characters locked in cages because more them 80% of my life was spent locked in a cage. I don't know how to write about what life outside of rusted wires must be like. I've not been outside of a cage long enough to know. Even now in 2021, I'm still only learned how to eat daily. I've not yet been able to train my body into being able to eat every day. 

I'm still learning how to talk. Right now in 2021. I was 42 years old when the surgery to reconstruct my jaw happened. That was only 3 years ago. I've only been able to talk the last 3 years. I've not yet even fully learned how to speak.

Did you forget that all my YouTube videos and Twitch streams from 2004 until 3 years ago were completely silent with no commentary because I was unable to talk?

I'm not yet able to sit in chair or at tables or sleep on a bed, these things are so foreign to me, I can't even comprehend them.

I write what I know. That's why so many mute characters. I can't even begin to imagine what it is like to have a vocal conversation with someone face to face, because in nearly 50 years that's not yet happened to me. I only know what conversations look like from seeing them in movies. I've never experienced what it is like to have someone talk to me. No one ever has. So I don't how to write people talking to each other, that's why I don't write it. That's why characters in my novels, like Quaraun are often silent.

Quaraun has very little dialogue. Almost none. Even before he went mute Quaraun was a largely silent character. He is very scared, very shy, very quiet, keeps to himself, bothers no one, speaks only when necessary and, rarely is it nessacarily. He sits back and takes quiet a lot of abuse, always turning the other cheek and hoping in vain that his abusers will just go away and leave him alone. But he becomes very deadly when he witnesses someone else being bullied. He knows the pain and suffering he feels and he can not bare to watch others suffer as he has, so he protects them, by killing their attackers.

I've been writing about these characters for almost 50 years now.

And most of the stories are nothing more than me retelling the abuse I have received at the hands of others, along with what I would like to do to them, were it legal to kill bullies, haters, abusers, and harassers.

The scene of a child, with her leg ripped off, her intestines pulled out and her breakfast spilling on the ground... I wrote that with such vivid detail because I write what I know and I write from experience.

I was 14 years old, a serial killer named Lisa Boluc did that too her, yes, the Cascade Road Bloducs who would kill 5 more people in Old Orchard Beach in 2010... they had PREVIOUSLY kidnapped me and 5 other children in 1991. One of those children was a 4 year old named Anastasia and that's what they did to her. Her brother Jon, who was 3 years old, they turned his around completely, to face behind him. That's how he died. 

What did all have in common? We were all not white and were were all "retarded mutes" so they thought they could get away with torturing us children to death.

6 of us were kidnapped. 3 of us were still alive when the police rescued us. By the end of the week, I was the only one still alive, the others died from their injuries.

I wrote that scene in the novels with such vivid accuracy because that scene happened in real life to my friend.

And if you didn't know that THAT is the type of thing adults like to do to "retarded" "mute" children, that you need a reality check.

You only want to write mute characters because you want to be hip and cool and add diversity to your story, but you have no clue the hell we who are mute live through at the hands of ignorant bastards like you.

I write the abuse and torture and suicide scenes of the Quaraun series with such vivid detail, because they are ALL real live events that I have witnessed first hand in my personal life.

I've personally known 39 people who have commit suicide. That's WHY I write suicides so well.

The hanging tree scene in the Quaraun novels, that left Quaraun castrated and resulted in him killing his attackers... did you know I have an older brother, Roland, whom no one in my family will talk about? #1 because he's gay, and #2 because he's doing life in prison, after he locked 68 high schoolers into the Old Orchard Beach High School and burnt it to the ground, after those same 68 high schoolers, on homecoming night, striped him naked, tied his feet to the back of a police car, and drove 14 miles to Rotary Park in Biddeford, tied him to the flag pole, hosted him to the top and left him there to freeze to death in the dead of winter in Maine. The police found him 3 days later, and he killed his attackers the following year.

Yeah.

My parents, my aunts, my uncles, and pretty much every one in Old Orchard Beach, Maine completely shuns him because he had the balls to fight back and murder his fucking attackers.

This is the reality of how gay boys are treated in Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine.

He was 15 years old when he was sentenced to life n prison, without a fair trail, because the part about the 14 Old Orchard Beach police officers, their sons, and their son's friends, dragging him behind a police car a to Rotary Park and handing him by his testicles from a flag pole... was not entered into evidence, by the VERY police officers who did it to him

Yes.

Old Orchard Beach police officers did that to a 14 year old boy, and the CHILD that they tortured got life in prison, and those bastard Old Orchard Beach Police officers not only still walk free they are still active duty police officers right now in 2021.

I have an older brothers who has now been in prison going on 60 years, because police officers stripped him naked when he was 14 years old, tied his feet to the back of an Old Orchard Beach police car, a rather famous Old Orchard Beach Police car - a 1964 Dodge 330 - named Christine - yes, I bought that car, I still own it - and they drove all the way to Biddeford's Rotary Park. He was nearly dead by the time they huge him from the flagpole.

The World's Most Haunted Car the one my neighbour Stephen King made famous because he can't stop writing books and movies about it.

The reality is the car is not haunted. Police officers of Old Orchard Beach, just want to everyone to think it's haunted, because they made active attempt to destroy every last piece of evidence for what they did to my brother. And they NEEDED to destroy the police car they tied him to and dragged him from, but they couldn't because I bought it.

Stephen King was their worst nightmare, because he made the car famous by writing about it. And than he made ME famous by writing about me. I'm the real world Gypsy Witch, that he based his fictional Thinner Gypsy Witch off of, and then he filmed Thinner on my land.

And life for me has been a nightmare ever since, because those officers live in terror that someone will find evidence of what they did. That someone will find my brother and talk to him and finally get his side of the story.

They put him in a prison outside of Maine, and they REFUSE to tell me where he is, so I've never once been able to visit him.

That is how horrible police officer in our town are. 

That's how far they would go to cover up what they did.

And that why they attacked so viciously when The Hanging Tree was published... it was published March 31, 2015, they attacked and killed my family April 10, 2015, a little over a week later.

The same 14 police officers.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

He almost died, and those police officers have NEVER been held accountable for what they did.

How many police officers were in my driveway April 10, 2015?

How many police officer beat my children and murdered them? April 10, 2015?

14.

The EXACT SAME 14 police officers who did that to my older brother.

They didn't get held account able for what they did to my brother 60 years ago, and they have not been held accountable for what they did to my children 6 years ago.

Welcome to law enforcement in Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

How many people know the Old Orchard Beach High School burnt down?

Not many.

They rebuilt it fast and it wasn't in the news.

Of those people who knew it happened, how many of you knew it was my older brother who did it?

Of those who knew he did it, how many knew, he was the boy - the gay boy, a 14 year old child, who arrived at homecoming wearing pink... and was was beaten and nearly by Old Orchard Beach police officers because he wore pink?

He acted in self defence against murderous minded gay hating police, and the police doctored evidence, and he's been in prison, 60 years now, for nothing, other than being gay?

This is wrong.

And you know it's wrong.

Those police officers are the ones who should be in prison.

My children would still be alive if those officers had been handed justice in the 1960s.

The exact same police officers.

THAT is the REAL reason people in Old Orchard Beach hate that car. They know what happened. They know why I keep that car. To remind them, that it's not forgotten, what they did, to my older brother.

That's why they made up lies about the car being haunted.

It's not haunted it never was, just like I've been saying all along.

The only people who want you to think that car is haunted are the people who used that car to destroy the life of a gay child.

They want you to believe the car is haunted, so you'll forget what they did with it.

This is the reality of how mute Autistics like myself are treated in Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine.

My fans, my readers, most of them hail, The Hanging Tree scenes as the most well written scene they've ever read. The scene where Quaraun receives his castration injury, the scene when his town turns on him for being gay... I wrote that scene with such vivid accuracy because that scene happened in real life to my brother.

I write what I know.

And the thing I know better than anything else is abuse, harassment, bullying, torture, beatings, pain, suffering, suicide, and not being able to cry out for help because I was mute.

THIS is why I write the violent bloody scenes I write, because I write what I know, and I've never known what it was like to be shown kindness, to be treated with respect, to have a friend, to be loved. I know what it feels like to be hit in the face with a brick. I know wat it's like to be 8 years old, locked in a raccoon trap cage outside in a blizzard, for 12 days without food or water, because adults thought it was funny to do things like that.

This is also WHY I can't write sex scenes, but I excel at writing rape scenes. I was raped over 500 times by the time I was 12 years old. I have NEVER had sex willingly EVER, not once in my entire life. I don't know how to write sex as a good or pleasurable thing. I ONLY know how to write being dragged and beaten stabbed with forks and broken glass, while being kicked in the stomach, to ensure any baby made doesn't live. That is my ONLY experience with sex. 500 times by the time I was 12 years old.

I've had 7 miscarriages. All before I was 16. And none were actual miscarriages, that just what the adults called it. They put me in the shower stall, turned the hot water on so it scalded my skin causing it to blister and boil, while they kicked me in the stomach until I passed out. I woke up in pool of blood and dead baby tissue. 

That's not a miscarriage, that's fucking murder. They murdered all 7 of my unborn babies.

THIS is the reality of being a mute child.

THIS is the things adults think they can get away with, because the child doesn't scream, so no one hears their cries and knows they are being tortured.

My uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater was a monster. He is the one who did those things. Him and his brother Richard Merlin and David.

They were deplorable men who thought they could get away with child abuse, because they KNEW no one cares about a mute child.

And than you have people like Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan running around with all their sex rumors and gossip and lies about me and my books.

I write what I know. How do you expect me to write about sex?

Do you want to know, what I know about sex?

I know that while you have sex, you stab children with metal forks.

I know that while you have sex, you cut children with broken glass.

I know that while you have sex, if the child screams for help, you smash their face in with a brick.

I know that you pay $12,000 to have sex with children , 5, 6, 7, 8 years old, and that there are not hundreds, but THOUSANDS of men in Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Biddeford, and Scarborough Maine who pay that much, and having been one of those children - I recognize your face when I see you in the store, at Saco Shaw's, Biddeford, WalMart ...

I see you with your families, your wives, your children...

Do they know, what you did to me and my cousins?

Do they know how many children you paid to beat to death while having sex with them?

There's one man in Old Orchard Beach, you ALL know him. He's the ring leader. My uncle's didn't keep the money you paid them. No. They only kept 10%. They only kept $1,200 of your $12k. The rest went to the nan who is doing his best to run around town decimating every now adult child he helped you to rape.

You know we children did not forget your faces, right?

We recognize you wen we see you in the store with your families.

What would you do, if we, those little girls you liked to rape in the 1960s, 1970s, 180s, in Old Orchard Beach, Maine, we who are now adults, and know who you are, what would you do, if we told your wives, your daughters, what you did to us?

We have no forgotten you. 

We know your faces.

Not all of us are buried in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains.

You didn't think about that did you?

I know that since the 1950s, "deer steaks" have been sold off the backs of pickup trucks through out York Country, and I know the steak ain't deer. I know that right now in 2021, Maine has an outbreak of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. An outbreak that started in 2015. A disease that is caused by eating the human brain of someone who also eat a human brain.

I know that you only have sex, with children who have no paperwork, not born in hospitals, no birth certificates, no social security numbers, never went to school, never went to doctors, because these children do not matter, these children can be killed, because even if anyone does find the bodies, no paper trail, no identity, no way to trace them back to the adults ... so say the adults of Old Orchard Beach, Maine who buy and sell children on the orders of a very evil man. Some were caught and arrested, in 2016, Smithwheel Rd.

But did you know that children trapped in 37 Smithwheel Rd, yes, I know the address number and apartment locations where never released to the public, but I was one of those children, so I know the address, I know information the police withheld, like the fact that some of their best customers WERE Old Orchard Beach police officers and we children, reported it to police officers in 1987, but they did nothing. It wasn't until the FBI arrived in 2016, that any one did anything. The Old Orchard beach Police care nothing about children, not when they rape them, beat them, murder them, and dump their bodies in the fucking GooseFare Brooke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, in the Ross Forest, of Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

I know that sex, is something you ONLY do to children, and ONLY if they are under 10 years old.

I know that when you get done with sex,  you kick the child in the stomach, until their intestines squirt out their ass, than you cut off their head, and toss it into Canton Lake in Canton, Maine.

I know that when you get done with sex, you saw up the child, stuff their sawed up body in a black plastic trash bag, and you take that bag to the GooseFare Brooke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, in the Ross Forest, of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, and stuff that bag in the trunk of a car, and you push that car into the ravine, and you set fire to that car at the bottom of the ravine.

There are 4 such cars, and more then 200 sawed up children, GooseFare Brooke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, in the Ross Forest, of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. To date, only 1 car and only 31 bodies have been found. They were found June 9, 2016.

THAT is what I know about sex.


And know this:

I was sexually abused, sexually harassedsexually humiliated, sexually tortured, and raped... and because of that:

I HATE

SEX!

And anyone who connects my name to sex:

WANT

THEM 

DEAD!



And THAT is why I write the Quaraun books the way I do... with Quaraun sexually abused, sexually harassed, sexually humiliated, sexually tortured, and raped... and you seeing Quaraun's mental anguish over it and than you see him murder his attackers, his harassers, his bullies... I write Quaraun doing to his bullies, what the law won't let me to to mine, but what I very much would like to do to them.


The ONLY good person involved in sex, is a dead person, because if you like murdering children, than you don't deserve to live.

No sane person would do sex to any one they cared about.

Sex is the most evil thing you can do to a person. To kill a child is wrong and I find it deplorable that you came here looking for that!

If it was legal to kill people, I would kill every last person on this planet who ever had sex.

Yes, I DO hate sex that much.

And all of you people who like doing stuff like that to children, I hate all of you to.

If you call me an Erotica author, know that I DO want YOU DEAD!

If you make sex jokes about me, know that I DO want YOU DEAD!

If you make sex memes about me, know that I DO want YOU DEAD!

There is NOTHING that will make me hate you faster, than if you connect my name to sex.

If you connect my name to sex on any level at all, know that I DO want YOU DEAD!

And if you've ever had sex: I HATE you, and I DO want YOU DEAD!

Sex is the most horrible, most evil thing you can do to a person, and everyone who's done should die. They don't deserve to live.

I hate sex, because hate child abusers.

From the time I was 8 years old, until I was recued in and FBI raid when I was 31 years old, I spent my life in a cage, unable to speak because of a broken jaw, raped by any Mormon Priest who had enough money. Unlike so many of the others, they couldn't kill me because I had a paper trail. I had a birth certificate and a social security number, though I was unaware of this, I was 42 years old first time I had heard of either. And that was because a sheriff had showed up with a court order because I supposedly had 27 credit cards each overdrawn to $200k each, I've never been to school, I don't know math, I can't count, I can do money, I've never even seen a credit card,  and I supposedly had 4 house foreclosures, and 12 car repossessions ... except, I've never owned a house, I own that has no house on it, just the tent-tarp-thing that I sleep under. And my cars, I still have, and I paid cash for every one. Turns out all those credit cards, houses, and cars were my aunt Barbara, Mervin Bruce Atwater's sister, who is the one who had my SSN, which I didn't know I had a SSN until that point. More then 400 of my cousins have since ALSO discovered dozens of credit cards, house foreclosures, and car repossessions on their credit reports as well. Turns out, the reason why a FEW of the children have SSNs is so the adults of the Atwater Clan can use the SSNs to get credit cards by the thousands, and houses all over the country, including some in Australia. 

So, while Mervin Bruce Atwater was beating, raping, selling, abusing children, his sister was applying for SSN for a few of them, to live off credit card fraud.

Most Gypsies are good, normal, regular people. But stereotypes about Gypsies being tramps and thieves are often true, and The Atwater Clan is one of the Gypsy Clans, that IS exactly like the stereotype and makes all other Gypsies look bad.

That is what life with my uncle Mervin Bruce Atwater was like.

No sane person mourns him.

And everyone who knew that child abusing sex crazed bastard rejoices that COVID-19 did what police refused to do and finally took him away so that those of us who were his prisoners can finally have freedom for the first time in our lives.

The ONLY people who mourn Mervin Bruce Atwater, are the abusers who abused children along side him.

THAT is what I know about sex.

And you expect me to write sex?

Why?

Tell me WHY?

Why would any sane person write something so horrible?

And than you have people like Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan running around with all their sex rumors and gossip and lies about me and my books.

I write what I know. How do you expect me to write about sex?

What kind of people must Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan be that they obsess over sex so much? I can't even begin to imagine how many children's lives they have destroyed. You can't talk about sex, BDSM, and Erotica as much as they do, and not enjoy sex. I fear they may be worse child abusers than my uncles. Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan are truly terrifying. They scare me far more than Mervin Bruce and his crew.

How can such horrible people exist?

I do not understand.

But we have seen, how horrible they are.



Look at what they've done.

By their fruits ye shall know them. Out of evil, come forth evil acts.


They blew up my house with a bomb.


They drove a back hoe over my next house.


They crippled me with golf clubs.


They murdered my children and nailed their heads to my door.


Than they crippled me again with a shopping cart.


Why?


Why did they do these things?



I do not understand.

They act like they think they know me, but I don't know who they are.

And Kendra Silvermander, when she shows up, screaming and yelling, she says it is because she is getting back at me bullying her in school, but I never went to school. My entire childhood was spent locked in a cage only let out to be taken to church on Sunday to show me off to the Mormon Priests who would arrive during the week to rape me.

I don't even know what school might be like. I've never seen the inside of a school. I don't even know what a school is.

And even if I had been allowed to go to school, Kendra Silvermander is in her late 60s early 70s... I'm in my 40s. She's almost 30 years only than me. She's old enough to be my grandmother. It's not even plausible for her to even think that she knew me in school with an age difference like that!

Kendra Silvermander clearly has me mixed up with someone else.

But that doesn't change the fact that my children are dead, a bomb blew up my house, a back hoe drove over my next house, I'm STILL homeless now in 2021, and now I'm crippled for the rest of my life, because Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan have sex on the brain, run around telling sex lies about me, all because this Kendra woman is mad at someone from school, and thought it was me, even though Kendra in my Uncle Mervin Bruce and Aunt Baraba's age, 30 years older than me. And given what my aunt Barb is like and the fact that she DID go to school and the fact that she DOES look like my twin, and she IS Kendra's age, it's starting to look like this Kendra woman intended to attack my Aunt Barbie Jean and somehow mixed us up.

But all you people who believed Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan's sex lies about me and my books... look around... does this LOOK like an adult site full of Porn and Erotica? You can see for yourself that it is not. 

They lied to you. 

Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan lied to you.

Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan lied to you about me.

Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan lied to you about my books.

There is no sex here.

There is no Erotica here.

There is no BDSM here.

There are no dominatrixes here.

Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan are evil people who do evil things, spreading evil lies, and all you have to do is open your eyes to see the truth.

I have nothing to hide.

The reporters and paparazzi that spread everything about my life all over the news have made certain that my life is an open book, my home address is out their for every one to see, hell enough tens of thousands of you have trampled my farm to and seen it for yourself after reporters put my home address on the news, without my permission.

My life is an open book.

I've never had privacy. Not once in my life. You've ALL made sure of that.

I ask the same thing I always ask of any of you:

Leave me alone.

I ask again and again and again.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

I'm not bothering you, why are you bothering me?

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

But I know it is pointless to ask that of any of you.

Because I am the feral child, the child you feel the need to study like a bug under a microscope, the child you feel the need to spread rumors and lies about.

I am EelKat, Etiole's friend... and if you know Etiole, know this, he WILL put an end to your harm. Look around. 53 people who were involved in April 10, 2015, are already dead.

Don't bother me and Etiole won't bother you. But do unto me, good or bad, and Etiole WILL do exactly the same unto you.

Don't believe me... take a drive to Old Orchard Beach... the Ross Road. Go to the Reclaim Blueberry Plains.

Tell me what you see?

Right now in 2021.

The location of the novel: The Night of Screaming Unicorn. Where lived in the novels a gay couple.

The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall was infuriated by this. The very thought of a gay couple in Old Orchard Beach. So began the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court case... the town tried to run every last gay couple out of town, because they couldn't stand the thought that a FICTIONAL ELF gay couple had set foot in their fictional Reclaim Blueberry Plains.

Who here remembers what I said in court, to Old Orchard Beach Town Hall's gay hating bigots?

I said this: "Within 7 years the Reclaim Blueberry Plains will be gone, and REAL gay couples, will live where they once stood. So let in be written, so let it be done."

And now it is.

And oh my, look at all those sawed up bones of children being dug out of the ground as gay families stop construction of their new homes so the FBI can catalogue all the dead bodies of children raped by straight Mormon priests of York County, Maine.

All those GOOD straight men, who hate those EVIL gay men.

Tell me this: How many gay men in Maine are burying raped dead children in the Blueberry Plains of Old Orchard Beach?

None.

Not one.

But how many straight men took part in the burying of more than 200 sawed up raped children, right now being dug up at the construction site of the Reclaim Blueberry Plains in Old Orchard Beach, Maine?

It's it's on the news, no, but, it's going on right now, and will continue throughout the entire summer of 2021, so just drive to the Ross Road and have a look for yourself. You can see it from the road, heck, they' you can walk up in on the hiking trail and watch the bones falling out of the back how shovel up close for yourself.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach, the family friendly town, family friendly by not allowing gay people, but always allowing straight men to rape and murder children, because that's a big business in Old Orchard Beach, isn't it?

You buried your sins under the blueberry plains, will your sins have now found you out.

How many of you are going to step forward and raise your hand? "It was me! I raped those little girls. But I'm innocent because I'm straight. It's okay because I'm not gay. It's okay because they were just gypsies, they weren't white. It's okay because they were just children. It's okay because they were just females. Yay for straight white males. We can do anything by virtue of being white men! Yay for our white penises!"

Better hope they don't find your straight white DNA on them there sawed up bones of little girls now, eh?

Old Orchard Beach, the Family Friendly Community, Family Friendly by virtue of not allowing gay families to live there. 

Well we squashed that law didn't we? 

As of October 21, 2016, it is now legal for gay couples to own property in Old Orchard Beach. And look around you. They now do.

Old Orchard Beach is not family friendly until ALL families are welcomed there and gay families ARE families wither you bigots like it or not.

And me writing a gay couple in my novels, is NOT me writing Erotica.

Gay people are REAL people, just like you. They are not fictional sex objects you can fetishism.

We authors can write gay couples without making them sex symbols and Erotica buffoonery. 

And every one of you who came here thinking gay couples in novels = sex, BDSM, and Erotica, you all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Sex crazed perverts like you are why bastards like my uncles can make a big business out of selling sex with children. And you bastards who buy sex with children, you're worst then the men who sell those children. 

My uncles didn't care what they had to do to make money. Whatever the Americans wanted to pay for, THAT is what my uncles were going to do. And what did the Americans of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Biddeford, and Scarborough, Maine want? Sex with children.

So my uncles gave them what they asked for. If there had not been big demand for sex with children here in York County, Maine, my uncles never would have been able to do what they did to me and my cousins.

Every single person in Old Orchard, Saco, and Biddeford, you all ought to be ashamed of yourselves. 

So many people knew what what happening and turned a blind eye to it. You didn't care what happened to us. You by doing nothing, you are just as evil as the people who hurt us, because you LET it happen.

And the worst ones of all are the ones like Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan who think it's fun and funny to make jokes about what happened to us. You are horrible, vile, evil people.



   *   You simps of Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan you put a bomb in my house because Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   You simps of Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan you drove a back hoe over my next house because Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   You simps of Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan you trashed my cars - 5 of them - because Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


   *   You simps of Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan you MURDERED my children and nailed their heads to my door because Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan FALSELY CLAIMED I was: gay, trans, dominatrix, into BDSM, and wrote Erotica. And yet, I am/do NONE of those things!


What the fuck?

What is wrong with you people?

Did you think you could get away with it because you were white and we are not?

Did you think it was okay because we were JUST GYPSIES, so who the fuck cares about our non-white asses?

Did you think it was okay, because this is Maine, the most lawless state in America, and you think you can get away with anything because you know the rest of the country doesn't give a sit what happens here in Maine?

Did you think you could get away with it, because you thought "Oh she's mute, she's never going to tell anyone, she can't talk"? But you forgot I could type, didn't you? And forgot I have a have a website that get's 7 million views a day, and I can tell EVERYONE outside of Maine, what you did.

You can't hide your sins forever.

And you'll NEVER hide them from god. Have fun in the afterlife trying to get into Heaven. You can't bride God the same way you can bribe police officers now can you? You have an eternity in hell to look forward to.

Is THIS what it means to be Human?

Is THIS what it means to be white?

Is THIS what it means to be an American?

Or is THIS just what it means to be a Mainer?

When you know the TRUTH behind the sex lies that Kendra Silvermander and Claudia ThingyChan spread about me, than you understand, why I hate them and their simps so much.

They glorify and glamourize the torture I lived through.

And they may be ha-ha laughing at their jokes about rape, but I'm not laughing, and I hope they get raped so that they will know what I've been though and they never make jokes about rape again.

April 10, 2015 will not be forgotten, and I'll make sure entire world knows what you did.

I put a curse on everyone of you who ever made fun of the suffering of others, that you may feel their pain and never laugh at them again.

And now you go back to whomever it is who sent you here looking for sex and you tell them to burn in hell where they belong!

Remember folks: 


   *   YOU thinking about sex while I talk, DOES NOT mean that I was talking about sex.


   *   YOU fantasizing about sex while you read, DOES NOT mean that I wrote a sex scene.


   *   YOU sexualizing things and jerking off to them, is NOT me writing titillation for you.


    *   YOU thinking about sex while reading a book I wrote, does NOT mean the book is Erotica, it just means that YOU are a fucking pervert capable of sexualizing anything and everything.


AND:


    *   YOU THINKING ABOUT SEX WHILE YOU READ A BOOK THAT I WROTE IS NOT AN EXCUSE YOU CAN USE TO GET AWAY WITH MURDERING MY FAMILY!


But don't your write Monster Porn? Isn't there sex in that? Ain't that Erotica?

Nope.

The word porn is short for pornography.

The word pornography means "OBSESSION", and has nothing to do with sex at all, whatsoever.

Yes, stupid, welfare bum, illiterate Americans who don't know how to use words correctly do use the word porn in a slang manner in reference to sex BUT, that is an urban slang meaning of the word and is NOT the DICTIONARY definition of the word.

This is why someone who is obsessed with food, is said to love FOOD PORN.

The genre Monster Porn means "OBSESSED WITH MONSTERS" and does not mean that the story contains sex. Quite the contrary MOST stories in the Monster Porn genre in fact DO NOT contain sex or romance at all.

Within the Monster Porn genre is a sub-genre called Monster Erotica. THIS is the one you are thinking of. Monster Erotica s all about having sex with monsters. The genre has existed since the 1830s, but did not become mainstream popular until 2013 and the release of Virginia Wade's Cum 4 BigFoot series.

The Quaraun series classifies as Monster Porn, aka "OBSESSED WITH MONSTERS" but it does NOT classify as Monster Erotica aka "SEX WITH MONSTERS".

Also, in 2015, America passed a law banning the sale of books featuring sex with non-humans. Thus why 200k Monster Erotica novels were deleted from Amazon that same year. If you want to write Monster Erotica today, and publish it in America, the law requires the Monster to be a shifter and shapeshift into a Human form during sex scenes.

Yep. The American government regulates what you can and can not put in your sex scenes in your novels.

The Quaraun series in Unicorn Porn, aka Quaraun is obsessed with Unicorns, to the point that when he resurrects is dead lover, he resurrects him as a Unicorn. Thus how BoomFuzzy became a Unicorn.

I always find it hilarious when I get hate mail about Quaraun being white and his lover being black. They rave and rant and throw the N-word around and make is very clear they hate black PEOPLE very much and are upset that Quaraun's lover is a black MAN...

...uhm...

BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is a UNICORN.... you know... a HORSE.

Quaraun's lover is NOT a black MAN, Quaraun's lover is a black HORSE.

Haters hating on black people so much, they didn't noticed it was a black HORSE not a black MAN they were hating on.

But, what can you expect from someone retarded enough to be a bigot?




The Quaraun CosPlay

The BoomFuzzy CosPlay

The Avallac'h CosPlay:

The arm bracers are not accurate to what is seen in the game, instead are accurate to what was described in the novels, leather archer bands, one that double as a holder for potion bottles, the other ink, paper, and quill (Avallac'h is a poet & archer in the novels).
Close-up on the pendent for the Avallac'h CosPlay
The yellow Avallac'h concept art CosPlay
Avallac'h as he appeared in the load screen art
The load-screen Avallac'h CosPlay
close up on belts, seen here on the black concept art version (I have made all 8 concept art versions of the cosplay)





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#FAQs: What do you mean you ain't a boomer?

#FAQs: What do you mean you ain't a boomer?




You really don't know what a boomer is do you?

My dad, who is 82 years old, is not even old enough to be a boomer and you think me who is 30 years younger than HIM could be a boomer?


#NEWSFLASH: you make yourself look retarded when you use words incorrectly. If you don't want people to think you are stupid, try learning the correct meanings for words and start using words properly. No one is going to take you seriously or have any respect for you when you prove yourself to be brain dead every time you open your mouth.


Well, for starters, a female can't be a boomer. Only a male can be a boomer.

Secondly: Are there any boomers even left alive? 

My grandfather was a boomer. But he died at age 101, more than 20 years ago.

The definition of a boomer is a WW2 solider who fathered dozens of illegitimate babies overseas (thus: baby boomer) and most of them would be 120 to 140 years old today.

You use Boomer as though it implies "old" and that is not what it means, not even close.

A Boomer is an immoral, degenerate deadbeat dad who booms out sperm all over the fucking planet in every whore he can find and takes no responsibility for his actions. Boomers are vile, degraded whore mongers.


Any Boomer alive today, at the youngest, is going to be 98 years old or older, and is a lot older than a scuzbag like him deserves to be.


Still confused about what the word Boomer ACTUAL means? Let me simplify it for you.


* If you are a man who has sex outside of marriage: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you are a man and you live with a woman you are not married to: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you ever fucked a prostitute: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you are a fornicator: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you are a adulterer: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you are a whore monger: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you practice BDSM: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you ever fathered a baby than demanded it's mother have an abortion: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you ever fathered a baby than disappeared from it's life: YOU are a Boomer!


* If you are a dead beat dad: YOU are a Boomer!


#BOOMER MEANS A MAN WHO BOOMS OUT ILLEGITIMATE BABIES!


#If you are a boomer, than you are a vile sex crazed degenerate and you can be THAT at any age.

The word boomer has NOTHING to do with age and everything to do, with sex, specifically, it means you are an immoral degenerate.

By using the word Boomer to mean old, you simply prove how deeply mentally incompetent you really are.

I have a severe hatred for whore mongers.

I have an even bigger hatred for dead beat dads.

I can't stand men who shoot their sperm into every prostitute they can find than scurry off to the next slut assed whore and leave a trail of babies behind.

Men who boom out babies are the #1 cause of abortion... to the tune of 5,000 babies murdered every day, just in America.

Boomer officially means World War 2 solders who fucked every last whore they could find, than left them behind and never did a damned thing about taking care of a illegitimate bastards they boomed out every where.

I loath Boomers. 

You want to update the word boom to mean someone OTHER than the dead beat dads of WW2?

#Boomer doesn't mean old, and it NEVER has... it means a fucking degenerate sex monger, who can't be bothered to even make an attempt to be descent moral man.

#When you call someone a boomer, you calling them a dead beat dad NOT old.

Boomers are men who boom out sperm in women they aren't married to... THAT IS THE DICTIONARY DEFINITION OF BOOMER YO FUCKING RETARD! Go out and get yourself a brain, you certainly need one.

I absolutely deplore men who can't be bothered to take care of their own children. And more than that, I HATE sex crazed degenerates. And a Boomer is both.

Vile scum of the earth. That's what a boomer is.

Boomer is a highly offensive word to call someone. 

By calling someone a Boomer, you are calling them a fucking sex crazed whore monger.

You might want to look up what a boomer is before calling people that word.

You come off looking like a stupid retarded fool when you don't use words correctly. Is that how you want people to view you?

Words matter. Learn to use them properly, otherwise everyone will think you a brain dead idiot who does nothing but parrot off the mindless ravings of social justice warriors who can't tell their ass from a hole in the ground.

Just because a million people say a thing, doesn't make that thing correct, it just makes a million people prove they are stupid for not researching the facts and finding out the truth.

You using the word Boomer as a synonym for "old" simply proves you are too stupid to fact check word meanings in a dictionary.

Also, you might want to fact check the source of the word boomer for old... it comes from a rather disrespectful paedophile streamer, Dr. Disrespect, who was banned by Twitch for livestreaming himself hiding in girls bathroom stalls and shoving the camera under the doors to livestream little girls peeing... his response to being banned was to call Twitch CEOs "Boomers" who were too old and stuck up to see the fun in watching children pee.

So not only are you using the word Boomer incorrectly, but you are showing your support for a paedophile child abuser when you do so.

So now, not only do you come off as looking too retarded to know the meanings of words, but you also imply that you are a scumbag supporter of child sexual abuse.

You might want to think about that next time you feel like using the word Boomer.

If you don't care that people see you are a retarded, scumbag, who supports disrespectful paedophiles, than by all means, continue to use Boomer in place of old.

My thoughts of on your support of that person? Here, have a quote:




*"Watching people defend someone they're a fan of, completely dismissing any evidence of wrongdoing, just because they think they know that creator like a close friend based solely on what they've seen in videos and stuff. Parasocial relationships are terrifying." ~ Welsknight Gaming*



...and, by the time you read this my answer to your question, you will find that I've already banned you.

Why?

Because I'm a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, and I'll not have degenerates like you, who are supporters of child abusing men like that disrespectful bastard, near me. And if you're using his version of the word Boomer, that means you see nothing wrong with supporting him and don't give a shit about the little girls he sexually abused. And I don't want disrespectful child abuse supporting scum bags like you near me.

Try getting an education, than maybe we'll learn you ain't actually as retarded as you sound when you try to use words.

And if you don't like being called a retard... here's a tip: STOP TALKING LIKE ONE!

A mentally retarded person is any person with a learning disability that prevents them from properly using their brain functions and causes them to be unable to formulate or use words correctly, leaving them unable to communicate with others properly, due to their extreme misuse of words.

You my friend, every time you missuses a word, such a boomer, you simply prove to the world that you ARE mentally retarded according to the actual medical textbook definition of the word.

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it might just be a duck.

If it walks like a retard and talks like a retard... yeah... stop proving yourself retarded every time you open your mouth and maybe some day people will take you seriously and stop treating you like a child.

Also, do unto me as you want me to do unto you... I wouldn't be calling you names if you hadn't called me names first... don't bother me and I won't bother you... harass me and I'll become your worst nightmare.

I keep to myself, I like my privacy, I don't like being bothered, I don't like being interrupted, I especially don't like being harassed, and don't lay down and take it, I defend myself from dipshit bullies like you.

If you can't take it, you shouldn't be dishing it out, because whatever you throw at me, I'm gonna throw it right back in your face.

You don't like being called names? Hey guess what? Neither do I. That's why what you do to me, I do back to you, so that you can know how it feels and learn WHY I don't like you doing it to me.


Here's a thought....

#Fucking grow up.



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I Now Hold The World Record
For The Highest Level Ever Achieved in Witcher 3!!

If you could recommend I watch one VOD that best represented your channel, which would it be?

This one....



WARNING:
Avallac'h & Ciri Shipping Happens Daily In My Cult of Avallac'h Stream
(This seems to piss people off so we seem to need to provide a warning about it)

If One of These Videos Is Active,
I'm Live Streaming Right Now...

I stream on Twitch, YouTube, FaceBook, and Twitter. I have no pre-planned schedule for which site I will go live on. I do NOT multi-stream on multiple sites at once, so if I am live on one, I am not live on the other 3. (The FaceBook one will say "Video Unavailable" when not live.)





NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Vanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'hVanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'h

Vanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'h

Vanilla Avallac'h vs Modded Avallac'h

If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, take a close look at his gambeson and see what you see. If you are Mormon, Mason, Jewish, or Zoroastrian, you'll see it and you'll know exactly what it means. On the other hand if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue.

>>Both images on the left from May 2018, the 1st Avallac'h Playthrough

Vanilla Avallac'h has black hair and eyebrows turned grey, and has an appalling LOD of 5 and draw distance of 7, and has no hairworks effects, no wind effects, and while his 3d model & texture files have wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins, you can't see them on the vanilla settings. 

Also while Avallac'h's clothen had a RedCloth file, it had very low grade settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be blurry.

Vanilla Avallac'h has pupils that react to light, like all other characters in the game.

>>Both images on the right from September 15, 2020, the 3rd Avallac'h Playthrough

Modded Avallac'h has a 5,000 LOD and draw distance, resulting in wrinkles, scars, bruises, bug bites, moles, and veins on his skin can now be seen. This also revealed that he has a fine scar down the side of his nose and one over his eyebrow, both were not visible at all with the vanilla LOD settings.

Hairworks and wind effects have been added to his hair. 

While we are talking about his hair... notice that he wears payot. If you don't know what payot are or why a man would have them... Google will help you. It brands him as Hasidic.

His hair and eyebrows are changed to blond (as described in the novels), his skin has been lightened several shades (again to match novel descriptions), and he has new texture files for his eyes to make them pale ice aquamarine with pink pupils, as described in the novels. 

Modded Avallac'h has pupils that are frozen into tiny pinpricks and never grow or retract with light changes, matching the information we were told about him having suffered severe nerve damage which caused him to have tiny frozen pupils that did not react to light.

Because the file which changes a character's pupils, is NOT connected to their eye file, but rather is connected to their shadow file and changes not only the size and shape of pupils in different lights, it also changes the shadows on their face, and changes the intensity of their makeup. 

The result of changing this file, is that shadows on Avallac'h's face are now fainter and his vanilla very dark eyeshadow is now many shades much lighter.

This results in a bright highlight on his cheekbones, making them much paler, and has caused an illusion that his cheekbones are even sharper than before, even though no change was made to his 3D model bone structure... i is simply a result of less shadow below his cheekbones with brighter highlight over them, and fewer shadows around his eyes.

I increased the depth of Avallac'h's RedCloth file (edited the 3D model to make ridged details a deeper depth) and increased settings/pollies causing the details of the cloth weave, seam stitches, and embroidery to be much sharper and more noticable, making the cloth look more real.

And speaking of the cloth looking more real... if you are a Gentile or an Infidel, you won't have a clue what it was I mentioned earlier, so let me point it out... on the beast of his gambeson, right over the nipple, there are slash marks that are stitched into a very specific pattern/design... this marks Avallac'h as a very high ranking priest, one who has access to the deepest, inner circles of the Temple, on par with The Levite in the Bible, it also tells us that he is a virgin and living celibate lifestyle because of his religious rank.

On their own, the slash marks do not identify a specific religion, but one of 5 religions. However, that, with the payot, and the fact that he covers his head when going outside,  brands him as a Hasidic Jew.

We further know that in the novels, ALL Elves are Jewish, and the masque of the Elves during the Human invasion, was an outright retelling of the Holocaust, and Avallac'h spoke an ancient dialect of Hebrew and was unable to understand most Humans as he spoke none of the common tongues.

Raise your hand if you ACTUALLY KNOW what Manna is? Sephiroth? Sackcloth and ashes? Golems? The Tree of Life? The Pentagram? Tzitzit? Are you able to explain ANY of those things and what they are, when you encounter them in quests in the game?

Can you explain WHY Geralt meditates on a prayer rug facing East?

Explain to me WHY after her grandmother dies, Ciri shreds her cloths, starts wearing sackcloth, and rolls her golden blond hair in ashes to turn it into dreadlocks, resulting her becoming known as "the ashen haired maid"?

When the game shows you Avallac'h naked in Kaer Morhen, can you read the Hebrew writing tattoo across his chest and abdomen? Do you know what the symbols on his tattoos mean? 

After having watched more than 5,000 playthroughs of Witcher 3 on Twitch, I'm continually amazed at how few people ever recognize the plethora of openly Jewish characters and miss the HUNDREDS of Holocaust reference easter eggs that flood every segment of the game.

And now that the books are becoming popular, after 40 years of being ignored by the bulk of society... it likewise amazes me, how many people are so clueless about the Holocaust and what happened to the Jews in Poland, that they read the Witcher novels with blind eyes, and completely miss that the Gnomes and Elves are blatantly Jewish, while the Humans are blatantly Nazi, and the mass murder of millions of Jewish Gnomes and Elves at the hands of their Nazi Human invaders, is an outright retelling of the events of real world history.... of that happened just 80 years ago.

Our world is in a pitiful state if the so recent mass murder of 20 million is so easily forgotten, so soon.

If you know nothing about the Holocaust, you REALLY shouldn't play this game or read the novels it was based on, because you'll completely miss the message they send. It'll go right over your head. 

Spend a year or two doing some massive research into the Holocaust, especially what happened in Poland, and THEN play the game and read the novels, and THEN remember that the author who created this: was a Polish Jew who as a small child, saw his friends and family murdered, and then you'll understand why he wrote what he wrote.

UPDATED TO ANSWER THIS FAQ:*"So where's that page you said that has that link you tell everyone not to click on.  I keep hearing about it but no one ever says what it links to. I kind of want to click it to find out why I shouldn't click it, but I can't find."*

You mean the link that says: "Do not click this link, happy nightmares if you do"?

It's on the page on my site which gets the #1 most traffic  any page on my site. The page that has been on my site since 2017, sat there with 0 views for years on end, than December 21, 2019, within hours of the release of The NetFlix Witcher show, that page got 4,000 views, followed by 20,000 views a day later. Reached 300k views per day with in a week, and is currently charting at an average of 7million views a day. Yeah. ONE PAGE, is getting those 7million daily views.

That same page is currently flooding my email inbox with 19,000 to 300k - THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND - hate emails DAILY from enraged Ciri fans, who, well, they want to see Ciri have sex with her step-father Geralt NOT the man she ACTUALLY had sex with 23 times in the novel, and several hundred times and counting in my spare time when I'm NOT streaming The Avallac'h playthrough.

But you want to click on the link that says: "Do not click this link, happy nightmares if you do"?

Ah. Yes. THAT link is on the bottom of THIS EXTREMELY NSFW PAGE {NSFW - so many level of, not safe for work. Seriously - if you are at school or work... or you just love Ciri and hate Avallac'h, you REALLY don't want to open this page. It's the most NSFW page on this website.}

I receive 300,000 emails DAILY from enraged Ciri fans because of this Witcher 3 screenshot page. 

The link you do not want to click is at the bottom, in the text section, after... you get done being horrified of you know, the clamshell mod in action... You'll be even more horrified if you click the link at the end of the article.

I know you say you want to click the link and find out what it is, but, you really don't.

Happy nightmares if you do, though, I guarantee, you'll never have peaceful sleep again, that's an actual photo of a the issue that BOTH Quaraun and Avallac'h suffer from, and in my experience, I've never encountered a man who could stomach seeing an actual photo of a REAL man who suffers from it. Also, for the men who email saying they want to date me - get that done first, because that really IS the ONLY way I'll let you within 10 feet of me.  Quaraun and Avallac'h make the list of my favorite me of all time, that THAT is WHY. They are safe to be around.

But yes, you can find the link of that page, but you really, really, REALLY do NOT want to click on it.

And if you are a male Ciri fan who wants to continue to love Ciri, especially do not click that link...you'll run screaming in terror from Lorena Bobbitt, I mean Ciri. Ciri in the novels is not even close to the sweet innocent the game and Netflix want you to think she is. And yes, that IS the WHY behind why I like Avallac'h. He and Quaraun have a lot in common. Did you really think I could find ANOTHER Elf wizard so very similar to my beloved Quaraun and not go crazy obsessed with him? 



What Is This Site?

I'm an author. This is an author home page. It's about me, my life, my books, my hobbies, my home town, and anything else that applies to me and my life.

Since starting my writing career in 1978, I have written 130+ novels, 2,000+ short stories, 6,000+ non-fiction articles, 30+ non-fiction books, a few dozen stage plays, 12,000+ blog posts, and a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck.

In fiction works, I specialize in Weird/Bizzaro Tales set in Medieval Dark Fantasy and Science Fiction worlds featuring Elf and Faerie main character.  

My non-fiction topics include local history (particularly paranormal events), gardening, sewing, doll making, painting, SEO, and of course the bulk of my work has been devoted to teaching young writers how to get started on the path of becoming a career author. 

I am also a Voodoo Priestess rank of Medsen Fey. I do readings, spell castings, curses, and exorcisms for clients. I'm also a Ceremonial High Magic Necromancer. I trained under the Hebrew Enochain Kabbalist Etiole de bleu de Azure Swanzen, famed for his ability to call up Devs, Ghuls, Daemons, and Djinn, the terror of Maine known mostly for his deadly 7 Year Retribution Curses and Mirror Box Wanga Death Spells. I was his apprentice for 37 years and have now taken over for him.

Every day of my life has been recorded online since 2003.

Since 2016, after multiple death threats, 2 murder attempts, the kidnapping & murder of my family , and the bombing of my house... on orders of the FBI Agent in charge of the case - I now have a video camera on me and recording 24 hours a day. This will continue until the criminal is caught and locked away in prison where they belong.

If you don't want to be featured on my website, then don't be a part of my life, stay out of my yard, don't be in range of being seen or heard from the camcorder on me that runs 24/7, because you WILL find your name, face, email, video footage of you, and home address posted here if you force your way into my life.


This site started out on August 17, 1997 (breaking off of a Yahoo Group started in 1996), under the name "Space Dock 13", as the "Ask EelKat" advice column for writers. It's original purpose was simply for an author (me) to answer questions anyone had about writing short stories and novels. Today 20 years later, I still answer questions sent to me, though, I now receive an average of 2,000 questions a day, meaning it's no longer possible for me to answer every question I receive.

This site's one goal, is still today, as it was when it started: to help young writers get started on the road to becoming published authors.

In 2003, one reader suggested that the best way they could think of, for an author to show people looking to get started in a writing career, what an author's daily life was like, would be to start a blog daily chronalizing every daily activity that effected my writing career.

With that suggestion in mind EK's Star Log was born, and is still active today, 9,772 blog posts later.

On September 23, 2013, we changed urls to EelKat.com, and began the long process of moving all the articles off the old url to this new one. As of June 19, 2017, a little over 2,000 pages have now been transferred here to the new url.


Because I kept adding to it and it got very long, too long for the front page, the rest of the What is this site? answer is now on it's own page.



You can find out more about EelKat here, including my answers to more of your questions.




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Top 550 Most Viewed Pages Of 2018 
(Out of 10,212 pages)

(Excluding the Home PageAbout Page, and Site Map Page, which were the top 3)

  1. Writing Medieval Servants: Their jobs and their place in historical fiction.
  2. How many scenes and settings per chapter?
  3. How to write a book in 1 week! (And why you shouldn't)
  4. The Fainting Trope & Fade To Black Cliche Writing Illnesses Accurately
  5. Writing Mute Characters | Character Creation | Novel Writing Tips
  6. Changing PoV Every Chapter | Writing Your Novel
  7. The GoldenEagle: An Auto-biography of the World's Most Haunted Car
  8. How To Write A Christian Character Accurately
  9. What should I look out for when submitting a script to Disney?
  10. Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole & The World's Most Haunted Car
  11. Common Elves vs High Elves: A Detailed Look At How I Write Elves
  12. Plot Driven vs Character Driven Stories
  13. Why Not Short Stories? Why Novels?
  14. FBI Investigation of Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies
  15. How to Write a Sleazy Male (Villain/Bad Guy) | EelKat on Character Creation
  16. Fight scenes. How to write them.
  17. Monster Porn Short Story Beat Sheets | EelKat's Guide To Monster Porn
  18. Writing Stuff That Churns My Gut
  19. Writing Native Dialects or Kendra Silvermander on Reddit
  20. [NSFW] Writing The Sex Scenes In Crude Yaoi Monster Porn
  21. Creating Character Profiles | EelKat's Guide For Fantasy Authors
  22. Writing Dares Random Generator
  23. Defining Types of Magic Users | EelKat On Writing Fantasy Novels
  24. The Saco River Curse | Paranormal Maine History
  25. Stephen King's The Thinner and The Gypsies Of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  26. Writing Dialogue: On the abuse of action tags
  27. How to write a Fantasy novel with Elves and Wizards that is not LOTR
  28. EelKat's Guide To Writing Monster Porn | The Kboards Article Reprint
  29. Writing Demisexual Characters | EelKat on Character Creation
  30. Increasing Word Count Without Fluff
  31. Building a Magical System: A Questionnaire | Magic In Quaraun's Universe
  32. What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? (What is the definition of an Elf?)
  33. Choosing Story Topics When Writing Short Stories
  34. How to Write Hot Sex - Tips For Erotic Romance Authors
  35. Noses, Penis Piercings, And Rapunzel Hair | Writing Character Descriptions
  36. Random Generators Writing Prompts Bizarro
  37. Don't put flyers on people's cars...
  38. Our Primary Site Topic Is Small Penis? Reaching #1 on Page 1 of Google.
  39. Defeating Overpowered Wizards | Writing Fantasy Novels
  40. Making Readers Feel Emotion Over Character Death | EelKat on Writing
  41. No goldfish, today? | GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover
  42. How Long is 50,000 Words? | EelKat's Guide To NaNoWriMo
  43. How many words a day? What do you mean?
  44. How To Write A Novel: Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World
  45. Meet The Scottish Travellers
  46. My Editing Process: How My Novels Go From Draft To Publication
  47. How profitable is each novel volume of your series?
  48. How to Handle Writing Fantasy-Horror That Features Violence Against Children
  49. Absurdist Fiction - Getting Started
  50. Do You Use A System of Power Scaling Your Wizards? | Writing Fantasy
  51. On Being A Writer With Agoraphobia & PTSD + NaNoWriMo & Feuding Gypsies
  52. Flamboyant Nipples: The KKK's New Gay Hating Site About Old Orchard Beach
  53. Write for readers, not for robots
  54. Fantasy Names From Real World Cultures | EelKat on Character Creation
  55. Autism, Asperger's, And The Danger of The Self-Diagnosis
  56. Things People Say to, or Ask of an Author
  57. How To Get Traffic: The Secret Behind My Super Long Mega Pages
  58. Scripts VS Novels: A Look At Writing Dialogue
  59. Writing For Fun vs Writing For Money
  60. Creating Character Profiles | Meet The Characters | Who Is Quaraun?
  61. The Dazzling Razzberry aka EelKat's Autism Awareness Car
  62. Writing An Autistic Character
  63. You Can't Write Hate Crimes Against Gay Men? LGBTQA+ Tropes
  64. 2-3 Posts a Day Is Crazy? | EelKat on Content Marketing
  65. How To Create Lovecraftian Style Alien and Demon Languages For Your Novel
  66. Creating Character Profiles | Meet The Characters | Who Is GhoulSpawn?
  67. Re: Facebook Algorithm Changes - Some Thoughts on FB In 2018
  68. Tom Addams & The Warrior's Forum
  69. Creating Character Profiles #1 - Do I Know My Characters?
  70. Gypsy Veiling - Hijab Head-covering - Dupatta Modesty | Gypsy Interview
  71. On Writing Yaoi: Crude Adult Comedy & Why It's NOT Erotica
  72. Alone | Ties That Bind Us | Dark Fantasy Novel | Free Chapters To Read Online
  73. Spell Casting Side Effects: Magic In Quaraun's Universe | Author Interview
  74. Americans Don't Want Diverse Books - We Need Diverse Books: A Rant
  75. Transgender, Transsexual, Transvestite, or Intersex: What Is Quaraun?
  76. Creating Character Profiles | Meet The Characters | Who Is BoomFuzzy?
  77. NaNoWriMo Typing Speed Chart: How long does it take to write 1667 words?
  78. Have you considered becoming a content writer?
  79. Necromancy: Fact Vs Fiction; Or How Can You Be A Necromancer In Real Life?
  80. Writing Controversial Books: Political Correctness & White Supremacists
  81. The Best Eisbrecher Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  82. Writing Gypsies & Nomads In Fantasy Fiction
  83. Writing Genderfluid Characters | EelKat on Character Creation
  84. Writing Racist Characters VS The Ku Klux Klan In Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  85. [NSFW] Pink is For Penis... or What the Heck? Why Is Everything Pink?
  86. Writing Scenic Descriptions: Knowing what to include when describing the surroundings of a scene
  87. Creepy Statues On Pinterest
  88. Autism and the Stigmas - Why Can’t You Accept Me As Me?
  89. How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf?
  90. Health Updates (ALS, Parkinson's, Tendonitis, and More)
  91. Are Bad Reviews Good For You?
  92. How can I finish the book I'm writing when I keep getting too many ideas?
  93. Do these books continue? What order should I read them in? | Quaraun FAQs
  94. On being a handicapped CosPlayer at PortCon Maine 2017
  95. How to Write A Kiss
  96. The Summoner of Darkness - Chapter Index - Quaraun the Insane
  97. Need help writing characters of color | EelKat on racist white readers
  98. The Valley of the Katopas | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  99. Keywords & Pigeons: How I Do Local Business Marketing
  100. The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt GOTY | Completionist Run: Episode 01
  101. Quaraun Series Income & Sales Figures | EelKat's Guide To Writing Monster Porn
  102. There is no Mournful Lamb Inn | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  103. Quaraun and the Amazon Adult Filter
  104. Tired of people who don’t care. :( Tired of the harassment. :(
  105. Prologues: Good? Bad? Ugly? My Thoughts on Why I Hate Prologues
  106. Twighilight Not Twilight
  107. Reading Response: A Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes
  108. Video Interviews with The Gypsies From The Thinner Movie
  109. The Best Feuerschwanz Music Videos My Favourite YouTubers
  110. Trespassing Vandals - Hate Crimes In Old Orchard Beach
  111. Summoner of Darkness: Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries (yaoi)
  112. The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain Dark Fantasy Novel Read Online
  113. Sheep | GhoulSpawn The Crazed & The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
  114. Weak Ass D&D Wizards, OP Fantasy Mages, & Real World SoothSayers
  115. The Dungeon Master & The 1974 AMC Gremlin
  116. Welcome Autumn Theme Graphics by Ana Terium of Dark & Light Graphics
  117. The February 20, 2015 Update - SAY NO TO CYBER BULLIES!
  118. What are the best keywords to use?
  119. The Signs Of Old Orchard Beach & The FBI Investigation Of The Town Hall
  120. What are the chances of being able to live off of writing books?
  121. Twerking Dragons: The Joys Of Writing A Novel With A Voice Recorder
  122. How To Write A Novel: In what order do you create your world?
  123. Waiter, There's A Head In My Soup | The Journey Begins | Free Chapters
  124. UFO & Alien Abduction Art by EelKat - Canvas Reproductions of Originals
  125. What Type of Music Does A Gypsy Listen To? My Top 10 Favorite Bands
  126. Branding Yourself While Avoiding The Scams | EelKat On Content Writing
  127. Writing Dares - Prompts Random Generator For Fantasy Novelists & DMs
  128. What makes a strong male lead? | EelKat on Character Creation
  129. Captured By The Lich Lord | The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  130. What do you look for in a YouTube Let's Play?
  131. Book of Shadow Pages | ScrapBooking Papers | Art by EelKat
  132. Writing A Nervous Character's Dialogue | Character Creation | Novel Writing Tips
  133. Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole (Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)
  134. Hiding in the Shadows: Gypsies - The Side Effects of Prejudices
  135. Top 25 Clichés in YA novels (A NaNoWriMo Post)
  136. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
  137. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
  138. Do you need a product or service to gain revenue or are CPM ads enough?
  139. Giving Your Characters Flaws and Goals | EelKat on Character Creation
  140. An Author Website - Why Have One? - Some Random Thoughts
  141. Quaraun & Autism In Fantasy Novels
  142. In Black Tower | Ties That Bind Us | Dark Fantasy Novel
  143. Quaraun Free To Read Online Complete Chapter Index In Chronological Order
  144. How do you make your story longer? | NaNoWriMo - Reaching 50k
  145. Age Difference In Marriage: The Fiction VS The Reality | Novel Writing Tips
  146. Is $2K - $5K monthly income reasonable to expect from an SBI website?
  147. Autism, Asperger, PTSD, & Mad Cow: Writing Clinical Insanity Accurately
  148. Is Quaraun gay? | Quaraun FAQs
  149. How can your books have gay transvestite characters and not be Erotica?
  150. Are in-laws family? | On Writing Gypsies | Character Creation
  151. Page 11 - The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - The Scottish Traveller Crime Family
  152. Is it true the language is crude? | Quaraun FAQs
  153. Random Generator Fantasy Characters
  154. How does a bestselling book become a bestseller?
  155. The Best Rob Zombie Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  156. Just Write!
  157. Should I aim for word counts or hours written?
  158. The Zaharam-Chapelle-Parunas Ethnographical World Building Questionnaire
  159. Life As A YouTuber: How To Earn An Income From Making Videos
  160. Why Are The Quaraun Books Rated M18+
  161. Lost In a Space That Isn't There: Going North To Head South
  162. How Do You Pick Your Character Names?
  163. Lives Destroyed:Amphibious Aliens 10th Anniversary Update
  164. How long does it take characters to fall in love? | Writing Romance
  165. Level of Reality
  166. I've everything but a kitchen sink. Wait, how'd that sink get in my pocket?
  167. Love Lust Madness
  168. Lord Sesshomaru VS Historical Accuracy
  169. Does Your Site Need An Site Map? | SEO for Authors
  170. Maine UFO Sightings
  171. Moon Elf Society | Fantasy Worldbuilding & Character Creation
  172. Magic Systems and How to Build Them | Writing Fantasy Books
  173. YouTube Videos by EelKat Wendy C Allen
  174. How I Came to Host My Site on SBI
  175. 25 fantasy writing prompts
  176. What will a traveler encounter on the roads in your world?
  177. 600 Pages: Epic Big Super Sized Novels and Why You Should Never Write One
  178. Do Christians believe that atheists worship devils?
  179. Getting Started With YouTube Gaming Let's Plays
  180. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
  181. Lost In a Space That Isn't There: Santa's Letter To Satan
  182. Are old AD&D adventures still any use to current players?
  183. My 30th Anniversary of Being Transgender
  184. Make writing easier to read for ESL readers | Gypsy Advice For Authors
  185. One Gypsy's Review of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding
  186. RE: Some questions for bloggers who get 25k+ pageviews a month.
  187. The Enchanted Map | The Journey Begins | Dark Fantasy Novel | Free Chapters
  188. Summoner of Darkness: The Demon Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness
  189. The Journey Begins Dark Fantasy Yaoi Novel Free Chapters To Read Online
  190. How I Discovered The Warrior's Forum
  191. What number of continents are in your fantasy world? | EelKat on WorldBuilding
  192. Summoner of Darkness: The Hostess Twinkie Aisle at Biddeford Wal-Mart
  193. Writing Prompts Syndrome?
  194. Rhino Links Wiki Hijacking Scam - What is it? How it's done and why.
  195. Cat Heads Nailed To Door, House Bomb, KKK Crosses In Yard
  196. To be the lily of the field.
  197. Dungeons and Dragons: The Joys Of Calculating Gold Weight In AD&D 2ed
  198. The Maine Militia aka THE SOVEREIGN CITIZENS MOVEMENT OF MAINE
  199. Help FBI End Anti-Gay White Power Terrorist Attacks of Old Orchard Beach
  200. Domain Name Branding: Should You Put Your Brand Name In Your URL?
  201. The Best Blutengel Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  202. Who Is Affected by Autism?
  203. The Southern Maine Writers Group
  204. Attracting Readers How to attract more customers
  205. Writing Albino Races Accurately - Moon Elves In The Quaraun Series
  206. Making YouTube Videos: How did you decide what content to make?
  207. Typing Like A True Novelist? | Some Thoughts On New Writer Mistakes
  208. How I Write: My answers to your questions about my writing
  209. 2018 Top 100 Week 1 - January 1 to 7
  210. Red Wedding Dresses
  211. An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer
  212. Writing In Public
  213. 2018 Top 100 Week 3 - January 15 to 21
  214. The 12 Hour Vlog | Trip To Bar Harbor w Ben and Marcy | August 22, 2017
  215. Are You REALLY Qualified To Teach How To Earn Money Online?
  216. Writing without a twist: how unique does a story have to be?
  217. BoomFuzzy Chapter 1 (Novel Excerpt - Quaraun The Insane)
  218. The Beginning of the End | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  219. Aspergers is NOT Autism
  220. Sunday, August 26, 2007
  221. Building Pinterest Traffic: The "Take an Interest in Pinterest" Challenge
  222. Writing Liches and Other Immortal Characters
  223. COPPA Compliance | The Struggles of Writing Yaoi In America
  224. How many words do you write each day? (NaNoWriMo)
  225. Evil Elves | GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover
  226. Author interview videos on the process of writing the Quaraun series...
  227. Difficulty Writing LGBT+ Stories W/O Someone Taking Deep Offense
  228. Elves, Drugs, and Opium: A Look At The Drug Use In The Quaraun Books
  229. How To Build A Magic System
  230. Don't Quit! EelKat's Guide to NaNoWriMo
  231. Is It a Novel, a Novella, a Short Story or Something Else?
  232. Dungeons and Dragons: How To Build An Assassin Player Character
  233. Marriage in Moon Elf Culture | World Building | Writing Fantasy Books
  234. Erotica Writers Dealing With CosPlaying Groupies and Perverted Men
  235. On Writing An Actually Autistic Character Accurately: Quaraun VS Real Autism
  236. Autistics Have Feelings Too & Diverse Books Rant
  237. People Who Don't Write Giving Bad Writing Advice
  238. Worms | Summoner of Darkness
  239. Phookas
  240. Writing Fantasy: What to avoid? What to include?
  241. Eels On Pinterest
  242. Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies & The Ku Klux Klan of Old Orchard Beach
  243. Fabric Designed By EelKat
  244. Tropes To Avoid When Creating & Publishing A Fantasy Novel Series
  245. How To Write Pulling a Body Through Snow
  246. Using Solo Build It's (SBI) Brainstorm It Master Keyword List For Research
  247. Roderic Swanzen
  248. The FBI Investigation of Stephen King's Thinner Gypsies
  249. SBI: To Review or Not to Review? That Is The Question
  250. Writing Dialogue, Monologuing Characters, & Preposition Abuse
  251. Average Typing Speed
  252. Castle Zadrian by Rich Wulf | AEG d20 System | Dungeons & Dragons
  253. Writing Gods, Immortals, Demons, Angels, Heaven, & Hell In Fantasy
  254. Autism and Spacing Out
  255. Writers with phobias of traditional publishing in its current state?
  256. Be Careful of Kboards
  257. Rubber Stamps by EelKat
  258. Fidget Spinners... Are Annoying? & Ruin Lives? o.0
  259. Chocolate Covered Elves | GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover
  260. Writing a Cannibal Chef: RE: Help me write a script about cannibalism?
  261. Formatting Manuscripts
  262. Script Frenzy 2010 Updates: I’ve started work on “The Alien Bible”
  263. Grammar Rules: American English vs UK: Capitalization In Fantasy Novels
  264. How To Make Money On AdSense A Guide For Small Business Sites
  265. Fantasy writing: coming up with reasonable-sounding place names
  266. Be True To You: YouTube Gamers: "Faking" a personality until you make it?
  267. Is there a place for unicorns still in fantasy? | On Writing Evil Unicorns
  268. Friday, March 27, 2015: BoomFuzzy Updates and Hacked Kboards Account info.
  269. How many hours to write a short story? | EelKat On Writing Short Fiction
  270. How We Gypsies See The Americans (Index)
  271. The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion
  272. Your World: Marriages & Other Such Stuff | EelKat's Guide To World Building
  273. What is the Benefit of a Short Story Writing Challenge
  274. Are vanity presses ever worth it? | EelKat On Self Publishing Methods
  275. The City of the Slushies (Quaraun the Insane)
  276. Turning Scenes, Into Stories & Writing Travelogue Style Fantasy Books
  277. Bring Your World Alive | EelKat's Guide To Worldbuilding For Fantasy Authors
  278. We Dare Not Go A'hunting For Fear of Little Men
  279. What Scares You? | Writing Horror
  280. YouTube Thumbnails & How I Use Them For An Author Website
  281. How Your Degree Affects Your World Building
  282. BloodFall In Playland
  283. Selling 1,000 Books A Day - A Look A What It Takes To Be A Kindle Millionaire
  284. Wizards vs Witches vs Sorcerers: How are they different? | Writing Fantasy Books
  285. Books Amazon Says My Readers Have Also Bought, When Buying My Novels
  286. Betta Fish Aesthetic on Pinterest
  287. Can you have creatures from different mythologies in a horror story?
  288. Autistic Characters In Fiction
  289. The FBI In Old Orchard Beach, Maine Trying To Capture A Domestic Terrorist
  290. Health Updates: ALS, Parkinson's, Tendonitis, Crippled By NaNoWriMo ML
  291. The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - page 12 (Online Release of Banned Book)
  292. Daily Writing Prompts (June 2017 Archive)
  293. What Should You Do, When Someone Request You Write A Review?
  294. September 26, 2017 - The Latest Attack By The KKK on The Thinner Gypsies
  295. Characters Are What They Do?
  296. Is The Quaraun Series Erotica? - No! Here's why...
  297. But what exactly IS a full time income?
  298. Convention circuit career is not for everyone | EelKat on Being a Yaoi Author
  299. Hymal Kadar: Demon of the North | Cover Reveal & More Info on The Project!
  300. FBI Investigation of the Atwater Gypsy Clan - Who, What, Why Part4
  301. SEO Advantages of Embedding YouTube Videos On Your Website
  302. How to Write a Character Falling Asleep (First Person)? | Writing Dialogue
  303. SCRIPT FRENZY 2010: I WON! & Psycho Stalker Attacks
  304. So, What'd The Old Orchard Beach Town Manager Do This Time?
  305. The Script Frenzy Plot Machine Outputs. Hilarity ensues . . .
  306. Risk self-publishing vs. Waiting to be published
  307. The Lemon Water Diet for Authors too busy writing to have time for the gym.
  308. I Am Not GhoulSpawn | Excerpt From Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
  309. Character motivation for becoming a drug dealer? | Writing A Villain
  310. My Philosophy of Education and the Teaching of World Literature
  311. Can't Stand To Read Anything You Didn't Write? How To Enjoy Reading Again...
  312. The Swamp of Death | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  313. The Best Die Antwoord Music Videos My Favourite YouTubers
  314. I want to learn spell casting. How much do your classes cost?
  315. The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
  316. Cars I Like on Pinterest
  317. The Best Avatar Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  318. Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels | Writing Fantasy Books
  319. Summoner of Darkness: The Return of ZooLock (yaoi free to read online)
  320. Should An Author Use a Thesaurus When Writing?
  321. The Gremlin's House/Kill The Baby | GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover
  322. Spending Money To Make Money Online? Should You Do It?
  323. Travel & World Size - Fantasy Worldbuilding For Novelists
  324. The Witch Massimara Of Yenka | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  325. What vlogging equipment is needed to get started as a YouTube vlogger?
  326. Thoughts on Using Pinterest For Zazzle Promos | SEO For Artists
  327. 640 Social Media Hashtags For Authors
  328. Stolen Car: Has Been Found & Brought Back Home!
  329. Writing Wizards | Writing Fantasy Novels
  330. Six Days Earlier | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  331. A Day At Witch Pond & Fleeing To The Forest | Summoner of Darkness
  332. City of The Slushies | Chapter 14 | The World's Most Powerful Wizard | Quaraun The Insane
  333. World-building In The Quaraun Series: Creating a Fantasy World
  334. Tier1-Tier2-Tier3 and Related Keywords | SBI Web-building & SEO For Authors
  335. Bullgaar The Vulgar | The Journey Begins | Free Chapters To Read Online
  336. Toilets In Fiction
  337. Amphibious Aliens? Demons? Angels? What Do I Believe Etiole Is?
  338. I’m "evil" because I write books? WTH? Anyone else ever get this?
  339. FRED: Google's Most Deadly Update Ever?
  340. City of The Slushies | Chapter 7 | Quaraun The Insane
  341. Summoner of Darkness: A Tavern Scene - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores
  342. Solo-Build-It (SBI) Website Traffic
  343. Bumper Sticker Quotes | Bumper Stickers For Sale | Designed by EelKat
  344. Top 100 Most Visited Pages of 2017
  345. Colour Magic - Gypsy Style
  346. Trespassers: April 2007 Updates
  347. Front Page Update Archive: May and June 2017
  348. Unique Wildlife | EelKat's Guide To Worldbuilding For Fantasy Authors
  349. The Best Alice Cooper Music Videos My Favourite YouTubers
  350. Using work you already started for national novel writing month?
  351. Got a Local Business That Needs Targeted Traffic? Try Google's Pigeon
  352. What Do You Listen To While You Write?
  353. Content Marketing & writing: How I write content for my website
  354. Creating an Author Website With SBI (Site Build It)
  355. How is it that the church leaders are claiming you do not pay tithes?
  356. What Does "Top Left USA" Mean To You?
  357. The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - page 1 (Online Release of Banned Book)
  358. What is a God in Your Universe? | World Building | Writing Fantasy Books
  359. City of The Slushies | Chapter 1 | Quaraun The Insane
  360. What is your world like? | EelKat's Guide To World Building - The Squidoo Series
  361. Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts
  362. What Is a Writer and How Does a Writer Become an Author?
  363. Hamster Cage Accessories
  364. When To Start Monetizing A Website? | EelKat on Making Money Online
  365. Content Marketing Motivation & Literature Blogging
  366. Where To Get Endless Ideas For Short Stories, Novels, and Articles
  367. How many pages does a SBI site need to be?
  368. What The Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)
  369. The Lich's True Form Revealed | The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  370. Where's the action? | Quaraun FAQs
  371. Let's Write Christian Characters: How To Offend Your Readers
  372. Summoner of Darkness: HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower
  373. Ernest Hemingway Style of Writing Literary Fiction Used In Epic Fantasy Novels
  374. Writing Dialogue
  375. Meet the real Christine - The world's most haunted car
  376. Which point-of-view is better in the horror genre?
  377. The Orcs and The Necromancer | The Journey Begins | Free Chapters
  378. What Keywords Do I Use On My Site?
  379. How Many Social Networks Are Enough?
  380. Writing With Random Generators
  381. April 2015 Update: Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach: The Kidnapped Cats
  382. Summoner of Darkness: Introducing GhoulSpawn (yaoi free to read online)
  383. On Living With Stachybotrys Poisoning - Health Effects
  384. What location is this set in? | Quaraun FAQs
  385. The White Monkey of Old Orchard Beach
  386. Which Story to Write?
  387. Motivations of Super Villains of Organizations That Control The World
  388. Writing Your Novel: Do you save chapters as individual files?
  389. Custom Leggings - Designs By EelKat
  390. You Stole My Idea - I was writing a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!
  391. Online Income: The Reality vs The Fantasy
  392. Summoner of Darkness: Quaraun Meets The Gremlin
  393. Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches (yaoi free to read)
  394. Stolen Items: Please be on the look out for them!
  395. City of The Slushies | Chapter 10 | Quaraun The Insane
  396. What url structure should I use? Google's Pigeon & Local Business
  397. FAQs From Readers About The Quaraun Series | EelKat Answers Your Questions
  398. Who Initiated You?
  399. How To Divide A Story Into Chapters | EelKat On Formatting Your Novel
  400. Youtube Gaming: PC Set Up
  401. A Motorhome Named No Hurry and The Theft of The Pidgie Fund Cats
  402. Page 6 - The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach
  403. How To Write A Stage Play Script Frenzy 2010 Writing Dialogue
  404. Why Do Books Without Sales Get Reviews? (A Look At Fake Reviews)
  405. Paid Books Get More Readers Than Free Books? & SEO For Authors
  406. Is it me or do these stories sometimes feel disjointed? | Quaraun FAQs
  407. You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman
  408. Quaraun The Insane Volume 5: The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain
  409. No Christmas this year Old Orchard Beach's witchcraft rumors grow worse :(
  410. Filter Words - Editing Your Novel | EelKat On Writing Fantasy Books
  411. Why do Lovecraftian beings come to earth?
  412. Mud Men On Pinterest
  413. YouTube Lets Plays: How Many Series Do You Do At Once?
  414. Lets Playing Is No Longer Fun
  415. Novel Writing Tips: Writing physical descriptions of characters' faces
  416. Content writing: How long do you spend creating a quality blog post?
  417. Jewelry Fashions in Moon Elf Culture | World Building | Writing Fantasy Books
  418. How to knock someone unconscious with magic? | Building A Magic System
  419. Why I Would Not Buy From Your Website (My Response To A FeedBack Request)
  420. NaNoWriMo Overachievers: How did you do it?
  421. Only one thing is writing...WRITING! So just start writing, right now, today.
  422. Part 2: Writing Medieval Servants: Their place in historical fiction.
  423. Pink Flamingo 13 | Art by EelKat Wendy Christine Allen
  424. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
  425. My Writing Process | How chronologically do you write your first draft?
  426. Introduction To The Quaraun Series: aka Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach
  427. Wristlets, Wrist Bags, Mini Clutch, Cosmetic Bags, and Designer Mini Purses
  428. Quaraun: Zebulon's Captive: "Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."
  429. Orange Wedding Dresses
  430. How to write about angels? | EelKat on Writing Fantasy Books
  431. Rejected by Agents? Could Be You Don't Know Your Genre | Writing Dark Fantasy
  432. Write About What You Already Know
  433. Quaraun Cover Art Gallery | Fantasy Novel Book Cover Art
  434. Page 3 - The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach
  435. Romance Authors and How To Act Like One When You Are Not
  436. Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
  437. Create Original Content aka I Hate Jackass Gutter Scum Thieves
  438. People are not interested in long winded copy
  439. KBoards, The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & The Vindictive Stalker
  440. Passive Social Media: Adding Follow Icons To Your Site
  441. How To Stay Motivated To Write | Writing Fantasy Books
  442. Altar Tile Hoodoo Rootwork Cutting Board | Art by EelKat
  443. Page 7 - The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach
  444. Love Spell To Keep Your Boyfriend In Love With You
  445. People I've Met...
  446. Santa's Floating Dead Body | A Scene From The Summoner of Darkness
  447. Novel Writing Tips | Novel-Writing-Tips.com Is Now EelKat.com
  448. Keep it Professional
  449. NaNoWriMo 2009: My inspiration comes home: Winter in Maine
  450. Quaraun Murders Finderu | Kelim and The Necromancer
  451. How To Write a Realistic Rape Scene That Impacts The Reader
  452. Pillows By EelKat
  453. The KBoards BDSM Rant
  454. Starting a novel with a prologue: yay or nay?
  455. Past Updates That Appeared on The Home Page
  456. SEO & Internet Marketing For Authors: How NOT To Be A Scam
  457. Kindle Sales Figures (June 2015) | EelKat's Guide To Monster Porn
  458. Sheep Again | The Summoner of Darkness (Free Chapters To Read Online)
  459. Manuscript Reading Services or Will You Read My Book and Tell Me What You Think?
  460. Hacked: My Website Was Hacked! Have Information? The FBI Wants To Know
  461. Part 3: Writing Medieval Servants: Their place in historical fiction.
  462. Swearing in Narration | Renegade Novel Writing
  463. Creating a Fantasy Realm
  464. Psychotic Dead Things | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  465. Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion
  466. Sherpa Blankets Designed by EelKat
  467. Doe'Uan and The Lonely Elf (From Kelim and The Necromancer)
  468. How valuable is a writer’s group? | EelKat's Thoughts on Writing
  469. Quaraun CosPlay Fabrics
  470. Summoner of Darkness: The Moon Elves of Ivujivik (yaoi free to read online)
  471. Should I plan for ending or just keep writing?
  472. The Best Die Krupps Music Videos
  473. Postage Stamps Designed by EelKat
  474. Slice of Life Literary Fantasy - Soap Opera Drama of the Fantasy Genre
  475. What would happen if an Elf adopted a Human baby? | Writing Fantasy Books
  476. NaNoWriMo 2009: Writing about snow
  477. Quaraun The Insane: BoomFuzzy | Free To Read Online Chapter Index
  478. The Best Oomph Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  479. Summoner of Darkness: GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka
  480. Who is Lisa Grace? And Why Is She Telling People We Wrote A Book Together?
  481. Creative Writing Story Prompts: September 2017 Edition
  482. Hackers, Plagers, Pirates, & Thieves.... When Your Work Is Stolen
  483. Keychains by EelKat
  484. Proper Use of Exclamation Points & All Caps | Novel Writing Tips
  485. NaNoWriMo 2016: National Novel Writing Month, Recorded Live
  486. Gemstones in Gypsy Magic (A to C)
  487. How would you explain your Fantasy world to a stranger?
  488. What's the inciting incident to your story?
  489. Pink Flowers Aesthetic on Pinterest
  490. Re: need help on google analytic bounce rate
  491. The Reader Impact of Minor Character Deaths | EelKat on Character Creation
  492. Happily Ever After (HEA) in Erotica or No?
  493. Summoner of Darkness: The Map of The Town (yaoi novel free to read online)
  494. Writing About Abuse In NonFiction - Losing Anonymity & Fear of Abuser
  495. Summoner of Darkness: Where Are You Hiding That Horse?
  496. A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond | Summoner of Darkness
  497. 2018 Top 100 Week 2 - January 8 to 14
  498. Gay In Maine = Brain Smashed Out With A Shopping Cart
  499. Descriptive Writing
  500. The Terrorists of Old Orchard Beach Put My Dad In a Coma
  501. Need advice on how to write diverse characters. | EelKat On Character Creation
  502. World's Most Haunted Car Merchandise
  503. GhoulSpawn & The Lich Lord's Lover - Chapter Index - Quaraun the Insane
  504. Hundreds of Sawed Up Bones Found In Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  505. The Jiggler & The G-String Teddy Bears | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
  506. The Year 2525 In Pepperell Square, Saco, Maine | Lich Lord's Lover
  507. My Fave YouTubers Play: Dream Daddy - The Yaoi Dad Dating Sim Otome Game
  508. Taxes and dealing with the IRS for writers
  509. GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover: How To Kill a Lich
  510. The Best Insane Clown Posse Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  511. Are You A Satan Worshiper?
  512. Do You REALLY Know Your Target Audience?
  513. Writing Polygamous and Polyamorous Characters | Character Creation
  514. Adding Social Network Share Buttons To Your Website
  515. Old Orchard Beach Hate Crimes
  516. Using Yahoo Answers to promote your book and author website.
  517. Google Flagged Your Site! What To Do? (Help For Web Masters)
  518. Pinterest Board Widget | EelKat on Web Building For Authors
  519. Food & Water Dishes For Hamsters
  520. Amphibious Aliens: My health since the stroke and Etiole . . .
  521. Happy St. Patrick's Day!
  522. I loved my children but I loved BoomFuzzy more | From Quaraun The Insane
  523. BDSM: Fiction vs Nonfiction | Writing About "Alternative" Sexuality
  524. How to Become a Renegade Writer
  525. On Living With Autism
  526. Your World: Your Population | EelKat's Guide To World Building
  527. Vanishing Books Update - Why 27 of my books were deleted off Amazon
  528. The Best Rammstein Music Videos | My Favourite YouTubers
  529. An Elf and a Lich in the Gingerbread Pit | The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  530. Gypsy Eye of God Colour Magic 20" Altar Cloths Designed by EelKat
  531. Do you write a novel start-to-finish? | EelKat's Novel Writing Tips
  532. 2018's Top 100 Most Visited Pages Week 4 January 22 to 28
  533. Writing Shitty First Drafts - Is the first draft meant to make you cringe?
  534. The Business Side Of Writing and Being an Author
  535. The Obsidian Idol of The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley Dark Fantasy Yaoi Novel
  536. The Dungeons & Dragons Articles
  537. Your World: Magic System | EelKat's Guide To World Building
  538. Blue Wedding Dresses
  539. Writing Transgender Characters | EelKat on Character Creation
  540. YouTube Vlogging vs SBI Content Creation & How To Embed Videos
  541. Quaraun GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover: The Lover's Triangle
  542. Necromancy: How will resurrection affect society as a whole?
  543. EelKat's Secrets To Squidoo Success
  544. Is there still a market for Kindle serials? | EelKat on Kindle Self Publishing
  545. Borrowing Elements From Other Novels or Should Your Mages Use Mana?
  546. Are Erotica Sales Down Since June (2015)? | EelKat on Kindle Publishing
  547. The Vulgar Alchemist's Inn Dark Fantasy Yaoi Novel Free Chapters
  548. The Valley of the Katopas (Part 2) | Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)
  549. Ch.15a: A Day At Witch Pond & Fleeing To The Forest

Top 101 Most Viewed Pages Of 2017
(Out of 9,772 pages)

(Excluding the Home PageAbout Page, and Site Map Page, which were the top 3)

  1. Medieval Servants: Their jobs and their place in historical fiction.
  2. Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole & The World's Most Haunted Car
  3. On being a handicapped CosPlayer at PortCon Maine 2017
  4. Flamboyant Nipples: The KKK's New Gay Hating Site About Old Orchard Beach
  5. The GoldenEagle: An Auto-biography of the World's Most Haunted Car
  6. How Long is 50,000 Words?
  7. Writing Mute Characters
  8. Autism, Asperger, PTSD, & Mad Cow: What is wrong with Quaraun? (Writing A Clinically Insane Character Accurately)
  9. Writing Dares Random Generator
  10. Stephen King's The Thinner and The Gypsies Of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  11. The Saco River Curse
  12. Don't put flyers on people's cars...
  13. Our Primary Site Topic Is Small Penis? Reaching #1 on Page 1 of Google.
  14. Why Crude Adult Comedy and Pink Humor Yaoi Is Not Erotica
  15. Quaraun Free To Read Online Complete Chapter Index In Chronological Order
  16. Albino Races - Moon Elves In The Quaraun Series
  17. Help FBI End Anti-Gay White Power Terrorist Attacks of Old Orchard Beach
  18. Autism, Asperger's, And The Danger of The Self-Diagnosis
  19. 600 Pages: Epic Big Super Sized Novels and Why You Should Never Write One
  20. The Jiggler & The G-String Teddy Bears | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
  21. Spell Casting Side Effects: Magic In Quaraun's Universe | Author Interview
  22. Necromancy: Fact Vs Fiction; Or How Can You Be A Necromancer In Real Life?
  23. The Dazzling Razzberry aka EelKat's Autism Awareness Car
  24. The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - page 1 (Online Release of Banned Book)
  25. Markiplier Jacksepticeye and Pewdiepie Play Resident Evil 7
  26. What Type of Music Does A Gypsy Listen To? My Top 10 Favorite Bands
  27. World's Most Haunted Car Merchandise
  28. Is It a Novel, a Novella, a Short Story or Something Else?
  29. I Am Not GhoulSpawn | Excerpt From Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
  30. BoomFuzzy Chapter 1 (Novel Excerpt - Quaraun The Insane)
  31. Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
  32. World-building In The Quaraun Series: Creating a Fantasy World
  33. City of The Slushies | Chapter 7 | Quaraun The Insane
  34. How to Handle Writing Fantasy-Horror That Features Violence Against Children
  35. How To Write A Stage Play Script Frenzy 2010 Writing Dialogue
  36. Quaraun GhoulSpawn and The Lich Lord's Lover: The Lover's Triangle
  37. An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer
  38. A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond | Summoner of Darkness
  39. The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
  40. Amphibious Aliens: My health since the stroke and Etiole . . .
  41. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
  42. Online Income: The Reality vs The Fantasy
  43. OtherKin: My 30th Anniversary of Being Transgender
  44. Autism and the Stigmas - Why Can’t You Accept Me As Me?
  45. Old Orchard Beach Hate Crimes
  46. Suicide, Rape, and Abuse In The Quaraun Series
  47. Writing Racist Characters VS The Ku Klux Klan In Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  48. A Gallery of Fetish Shoes
  49. Custom Leggings - Designs By EelKat
  50. EGL: Elegant Gothic Lolita
  51. One Gypsy's Review of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding
  52. Selfie: When did the X-Rated porn word get a new meaning?
  53. Daily Writing Prompts (June 2017 Archive)
  54. Quaraun The Insane Volume 1: The Night of the Screaming Unicorn
  55. Random Generators by EelKat
  56. Autistic Characters In Fiction
  57. Keywords & Pigeons: How I Do Local Business Marketing
  58. Manuscript Reading Services or Will You Read My Book and Tell Me What You Think?
  59. How to Write Hot Sex - Tips For Erotic Romance Authors
  60. How can your books have gay transvestite characters and not be Erotica?
  61. KBoards, The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & The Vindictive Stalker
  62. Captured By The Lich Lord | The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  63. Incest In Fiction
  64. Maine UFO Sightings
  65. Page 11 - The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - The Scottish Traveller Crime Family
  66. The Southern Maine Writers Group
  67. Contact Info
  68. My Fave YouTubers Play: Dream Daddy - The Yaoi Dating Sim Otome Game
  69. Santa's Floating Dead Body | A Scene From The Summoner of Darkness
  70. Why Pink Humor Crude Adult Comedy Yaoi Is Not Erotica
  71. SideBar Archive Spring 2017
  72. The Dungeon Master & The 1974 AMC Gremlin
  73. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
  74. Lives Destroyed: Amphibious Aliens 10th Anniversary Update
  75. Twighilight Not Twilight
  76. What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? (What is the definition of an Elf?)
  77. EelKat's Guide To NaNoWriMo Featuring The 13 Step Method To Writing
  78. A Motorhome named 'No Hurry' becomes Rosebud & The Story of Ten Kidnapped Cats
  79. BoomFuzzy's Gingerbread House From Hell
  80. An Elf and a Lich in the Gingerbread Pit | The Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  81. Gemstones in Gypsy Magic (A to C)
  82. Is The Quaraun Series Erotica? - No! Here's why...
  83. Pink Flowers Aesthetic on Pinterest
  84. Sheep | GhoulSpawn The Crazed & The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
  85. You Stole My Idea - I was writing a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!
  86. A Day At Witch Pond & Fleeing To The Forest | Summoner of Darkness
  87. City of The Slushies | Chapter 1 | Quaraun The Insane
  88. Colour Magic - Gypsy Style
  89. Create Original Content aka I Hate Jackass Gutter Scum Thieves
  90. Lets Playing Is No Longer Fun
  91. Phookas
  92. The Signs Of Old Orchard Beach & The FBI Investigation Of The Town Hall
  93. Aspergers is NOT Autism
  94. Domain Name Branding: Should You Put Your Brand Name In Your URL?
  95. How is it that the church leaders are claiming you do not pay tithes?
  96. Summoner of Darkness: GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka
  97. The Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach - page 2 (Online Release of Banned Book)
  98. Transgender, Transsexual, Transvestite, or Intersex: What Is Quaraun?
  99. Average Typing Speed
  100. How valuable is a writer’s group?
  101. Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole (Includes NSFW 18+ CBT Yaoi scene)

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  1. About EelKat
  2. Medieval Servants: Their jobs and their place in historical fiction. 
  3. How Long is 50,000 Words?
  4. Don't put flyers on people's cars...
  5. Stephen King's The Thinner and The Gypsies Of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  6. Writing Mute Characters
  7. A Motorhome named 'No Hurry' becomes Rosebud & The Story of Ten Kidnapped Cats
  8. KBoards, The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & The Vindictive Stalker
  9. 600 Pages: Epic Big Super Sized Novels and Why You Should Never Write One
  10. Is It a Novel, a Novella, a Short Story or Something Else?
  11. Writing Dares Random Generator
  12. One Gypsy's Review of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding
  13. The Dazzling Razzberry aka EelKat's Autism Awareness Car
  14. How long does it take to hit 1667 words?
  15. Say No To Bullies & Racism! We Need Diverse Books (Why EelKat Left KBoards)
  16. Quaraun The Insane Volume 1: The Night of the Screaming Unicorn
  17. The GoldenEagle: An Auto-biography of the World's Most Haunted Car
  18. Random Generators by EelKat
  19. Necromancy: Fact Vs Fiction; Or How Can You Be A Necromancer In Real Life?
  20. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
  21. Amphibious Aliens: The Story of Etiole & The World's Most Haunted Car
  22. Pen Names Maintaining Anonymity
  23. How can your books have gay transvestite characters and not be Erotica? or Why are gay haters beating up elderly woman for wearing pink for breast cancer awareness and saying she's a transexual because only transexuals wear pink?
  24. Quaraun Cover Art Gallery | Fantasy Novel Book Cover Art
  25. Ten Kidnapped Cats
  26. Autistic Characters In Fiction
  27. Twighilight Not Twilight
  28. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane Volume 3: BoomFuzzy
  29. Using Yahoo Answers to promote your book and author website.
  30. Manuscript Reading Services or Will You Read My Book and Tell Me What You Think?
  31. You Stole My Idea - I was writing a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!
  32. EelKat's Guide To NaNoWriMo Featuring The 13 Step Method To Writing
  33. Taxes and dealing with the IRS for writers
  34. A Motorhome named 'No Hurry' becomes Rosebud & The Story of Ten Kidnapped Cats
  35. How to Write A Kiss
  36. Answering Reader Questions About The Quaraun Series
  37. Why We Gypsies Do Not Like American Men Near Our Women
  38. Women Don't Date Jerks or Stalkers, So Stop Being One
  39. 13 Black Cats Magical Supply Shop
  40. Is The Quaraun Series Erotica? - No! Here's why...
  41. The Saco River Curse
  42. YouTube Videos By EelKat
  43. Are You A Satan Worshiper?
  44. Vol.2 Kelim and The Necromancer - Chapter Index
  45. World-building In The Quaraun Series: Creating a Fantasy World
  46. Quaraun and the Amazon Adult Filter
  47. Selfie: When did the X-Rated porn word get a new meaning?
  48. Quaraun The Insane Volume 8: Into The Swamp of Death
  49. Bananas!
  50. On Living With Autism
  51. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane: Work-In-Progress Updates
  52. The Night of the Red Lightning (My Alien Lover Volume 1)
  53. Fabric Designed By EelKat
  54. Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts
  55. Elves, Drugs, and Opium: A Look At The Drug Use In The Quaraun Books
  56. Twighlight Not Twilight Part 2
  57. What the Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)
  58. HEA in Erotica (Should You Write Happily Ever Afters?)
  59. HotFooting: what is it?
  60. Incest In Fiction
  61. Bumper Sticker Quotes
  62. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
  63. How To Become A Renegade Writer
  64. Only one thing is writing...WRITING! So just start writing, right now, today.
  65. Roderic Swanzen
  66. Autism Service Dog Uniforms
  67. Blog Archive: March 2015
  68. Media Statements
  69. A Curse Upon The Town Of Old Orchard Beach
  70. Disclaimers
  71. Friday, March 27, 2015: BoomFuzzy Updates and Hacked Kboards Account info.
  72. Guide to Character Creation for Writers
  73. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?
  74. Pillows By EelKat
  75. Volume 5: The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain
  76. The Business of Writing 
  77. Dealing With Scam Emails
  78. Quaraun CosPlay Fabrics
  79. My NaNoWriMo Journey
  80. Too Young To Write It?
  81. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
  82. Copyrights and Other Things You Need To Know
  83. Descriptive Writing
  84. EelKat's ABCs of Writing
  85. FTC Disclosure
  86. Is It Erotica?
  87. Keeping Healthy
  88. World Building for Writers
  89. Rights As An Author: When someone wants to use your work in their book.
  90. Benefits of NaNoWriMo
  91. Autistics Have Feelings Too & Diverse Books Rant
  92. Book Ratings: Or Am I too young to buy this book?
  93. 13BlackCats-Crystals-and-Gems
  94. How Can I Possibly Write a Novel in 30 Days?
  95. Phookas
  96. The Lemon Water Diet for Authors too busy writing to have time for the gym.
  97. The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & How It Got Started
  98. The Southern Maine Writers Group
  99. SCRIPT FRENZY 2010: I WON! & Psycho Stalker Attacks
  100. Wristlets, Wrist Bags, Mini Clutch, Cosmetic Bags, and Designer Mini Purses

Top 100 Most Visited Pages of 2015

  1. Writing Dares Random Generator
  2. About EelKat
  3. Medieval Servants: Their jobs and their place in historical fiction.
  4. A Motorhome named 'No Hurry' becomes Rosebud & The Story of Ten Kidnapped Cats
  5. How Long is 50,000 Words?
  6. 600 Pages: Epic Big Super Sized Novels and Why You Should Never Write One
  7. Don't put flyers on people's cars...
  8. The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & How It Got Started
  9. A Motorhome Named No Hurry and The Theft of The Pidgie Fund Cats
  10. The Dazzling Razzberry aka EelKat's Autism Awareness Car
  11. Writing Mute Characters
  12. Say No To Bullies & Racism! We Need Diverse Books (Why EelKat Left KBoards)
  13. Is It a Novel, a Novella, a Short Story or Something Else?
  14. Only one thing is writing...WRITING! So just start writing, right now, today.
  15. Ten Kidnapped Cats
  16. Stephen King's The Thinner and The Gypsies Of Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  17. Quaraun The Insane Volume 1: The Night of the Screaming Unicorn
  18. The Southern Maine Writers Group
  19. You Stole My Idea - I was writing a book, but you already wrote it 10 years ago!
  20. Elves, Drugs, and Opium: A Look At The Drug Use In The Quaraun Books
  21. Are You A Satan Worshiper?
  22. Autistic Characters In Fiction
  23. One Gypsy's Review of My Big Fat American Gypsy Wedding
  24. Using Yahoo Answers to promote your book and author website.
  25. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
  26. Quaraun and the Amazon Adult Filter
  27. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
  28. EelKat's Guide To NaNoWriMo Featuring The 13 Step Method To Writing
  29. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane Volume 3: BoomFuzzy
  30. EK's Star Log
  31. How can your books have gay transvestite characters and not be Erotica?
  32. Roderic Swanzen
  33. Twighilight Not Twilight
  34. How long does it take to hit 1667 words?
  35. Necromancy: Fact Vs Fiction; Or How Can You Be A Necromancer In Real Life?
  36. Amphibious Aliens
  37. Quaraun Cover Art Gallery
  38. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane Volume 2: Kelim and The Necromancer
  39. The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane: Work-In-Progress Updates
  40. The GoldenEagle: An Auto-biography of the World's Most Haunted Car
  41. The Night of the Red Lightning (My Alien Lover Volume 1)
  42. Is The Quaraun Series Erotica? - No! Here's why...
  43. Quaraun The Insane Volume 8: Into The Swamp of Death
  44. Women Don't Date Jerks or Stalkers, So Stop Being One
  45. Write A Lot - Content Is King
  46. Cyber Bullying: When Readers Attack Authors and What to Do About It
  47. Disclaimers
  48. What the Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)
  49. A Curse Upon The Town Of Old Orchard Beach
  50. Contact Info
  51. Creating a Fantasy Realm
  52. Fabric Designed By EelKat
  53. HotFooting: what is it?
  54. How to Write A Kiss
  55. Incest In Fiction
  56. Media Statements
  57. My NaNoWriMo Journey
  58. Quaraun The Insane Volume 5: The Vampire Leprechaun of Fire Mountain
  59. Why We Gypsies Do Not Like American Men Near Our Women
  60. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
  61. Blog Archive: March 2015
  62. Copper Cockeral Cards & Gifts
  63. Dealing With Scam Emails
  64. Don't Quit! EelKat's Guide to NaNoWriMo
  65. EelKat's Blog Posts of April 2015
  66. FTC Disclosure
  67. Guide to Character Creation for Writers
  68. How Can I Possibly Write a Novel in 30 Days?
  69. How To Enhance Your Creativity
  70. Keeping Healthy
  71. Manuscript Reading Services or Will You Read My Book and Tell Me What You Think?
  72. Monster Porn By EelKat Wendy C Allen
  73. Quaraun CosPlay Fabrics
  74. The Lemon Water Diet for Authors too busy writing to have time for the gym.
  75. The Saco River Curse
  76. Toilets In Fiction
  77. Too Young To Write It?
  78. World Building for Writers
  79. Writing Racist Characters VS The Ku Klux Klan In Old Orchard Beach, Maine
  80. Random Generators Writing Prompts Bizarro
  81. KBoards, The NaNoWriMo ML Rumor & The Vindictive Stalker
  82. Pen Names Maintaining Anonymity
  83. Bizarro Yaoi Novel Night of The Screaming Unicorn
  84. Random Generators by EelKat
  85. Aspergers is NOT Autism
  86. HEA in Erotica
  87. Mental Illness in Fiction
  88. Taxes and dealing with the IRS for writers
  89. Twighlight Not Twilight Part 2
  90. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
  91. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
  92. 13 Black Cats Magical Supply Shop
  93. Bananas!
  94. On Living With Autism
  95. Random Generator: Story Titles - Splork Style
  96. The Pearl Necklace
  97. Book Ratings: Or Am I too young to buy this book?
  98. Bumper Sticker Quotes
  99. Questions For Psychics
  100. Pillows By EelKat

I haven't made a Top 100 list for 2019, 2020, or 2021, largely because the same pages end up on the list each year, just in varying order, but over all, the list is close to the same.

Wasn't This Page Different Yesterday?

Answering another question: "Wasn't this page different yesterday?"

Yep. Probably. I update pages daily. Move pages constantly. Re-write codes every few weeks. Publish 1 to 10 new pages every day. And post daily updates on various pages. The front landing page (this one you are reading now) changes daily. It'll feature different articles every day.

The first draft of an article shows up here the day it's written, then 2 or 3 days later gets moved to it's own page with it's own url.

This site is VERY active. If you don't come back daily, you'll defiantly miss out on something.

We Are Now The Largest &
Most Visited Website
of Old Orchard Beach, Maine!

{{{{Hugs}}} and a great big thank you to all my wonderful fans!

As of March 2017 EelKat.com is now getting 44,000 views per month!

We've come a long way from the 300 views a month I was getting 10 years ago when the Amphibious Aliens article was first published.

We are also now the #1 web site on Google for almost every search term containing the words "Old Orchard Beach", receiving more then 7,000 hits per month just on that one search term!

With 6,000+ pages and 44,000 views per month, we are now both the largest and most trafficked website headquartered out of Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Yay!

These amazing results are all thanks to two articles: Amphibious Aliens, which now ranks as my most read article ever, and Meet The GoldenEagle: The World's Most Haunted Car, which is the most visited page on my website. Thank you to all my wonderful readers for making this possible. Without all you wonderful people this website wouldn't even be possible.

{{{Hugs}}} for you all, and thank you once again for taking the time to stop by!

~EK

Here, have a celebratory rainbow pooping cat in space, CosPlaying a strawberry poptart...

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