Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
Do you have information about my son's murder and need the FBI contact information:
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322
If anyone contacts you saying 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, is for sale, know that they are lying to you... it is my land, and it has been in my family since 1531... and the ONLY person whom has EVER gone around saying it is for sale, is a woman who the FBI believes to be the same woman who murdered my son.
My son is buried here, and the FBI believes she is trying to buy my land in order to destroy his grave and destroy evidence of his murder.
Since my son's murder November 14, 2013, every year dozens of real estate agent show up all with a story of a female developer who is offering them MILLIONS of dollars for my lot of land that is only 1/4 of an acre and is not big enough to develop.
When shown police sketches of my son's murderer, the real estate agents say "Yes, that's the woman who hired me to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine", but then the woman disappears and the real estate agents never hear from her again... all contact information she gave them turns out to be fake.
The woman who murdered my son, is DESPERATELY trying to buy 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... this is the woman to watch out for... and this is what she did:
Looking to find out more about my son's murder, that information is on these pages:
And if you're one of those lunatic jackass bullshitting alien abduction UFO freaks, looking for haunted cars, Stephen King, cryptids, or EBEs, first off, you can go fuck yourselves. I am so damned sick of you conspiracy brained motherfuckers harassing my family and turning my son's murder case into a circus of you psycho deranged bullshit. Here's some pages for you:
 Miss Citten The Eel~Kat and her interdimensional space eels... after not being used in any story in over thirty years, EelKat is returning for her 50th anniversary in 2028, as a character in the visual novel: Quaraun Goes To the Fair, currently in production and expected to release summer 2026.I am an author. I write Yaoi. This is my website. Yaoi means my main characters are gay lovers. If that bothers you, you're on the wrong website. Sorry.   Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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If you are a hater, you can go fuck yourself.
Racist bigots like you MURDERED MY SON... they beat his 8 month old brains out with a golf club.
Racist bigots like you DROVE A BACKHOE OVER MY HOUSE... while I was 5 months pregnant.
Racist bigots like you BROKE MY SPINE AND PUT ME IN A WHEELCHAIR... broke my spine with a golf club while accusing me of being "a transvestite", while screaming "kill or be killed, kill all the trannies", while calling me "a man in a dress", WHILE, I a cis female, was 8 months pregnant!
So FUCK ALL OF YOU transphobic, gay hating bastards. Burn in Hell where shit like you belongs, and stay the fuck away from me and my family, you fucking pieces of filth!
I'm sick of MUFON nuts showing up in my yard calling me an alien abductee and claiming my friend is an alien EBE. WTF? Who the hell started this rumor and why do people keep believing it and harassing my family over it?
crazy reddit people have latched on to some weird slander and then hunted down my home address to harass my family in person and I don't know how to stop them. They have absolutely destroyed my life... and I haven't got a clue why they are even doing it to begin with!
this has been happening to my family for well over a decade now, and it is STILL happening right now in May 2026, and I am sick of it , and I don't know who started it or why... but it's really easy to find podcasts on spotify and youtube, and threads here on Reddit, that will tell you my car is "the world most haunted car" and feed you bull shit about me being an alien abductee, or telling you I was in Stephen King movies... really wild, and stupid people see that malicious slanderous bullshit and think it's real, then show up at my house, because those videos put my home address in them.
These people are out of control and when I say out of control, I mean my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and people are AGAIN right now this week, showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King. I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026.
EVERYONE saying my car is haunted, saying my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you.
I mean, who in their right mind even believes in haunted cars to begin with?
Who in their right mind even believes in aliens or ufos?
Who in their right mind believes a car is haunted, so they cut the car in half, then drive a backhoe over the house its at because they think an 8 month pregnant woman is a transgender man wearing a dress? Then beats her up with a golf club, severed her spine, rips her baby out of her belly and bashes his head in with a golf club... who in their right mind does things like this?
They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
buglight lighthouse is the lighthouse on the college campus.
buglight lighthouse, (near Spring Point Lighthouse, both at Prebble Fort around the corner from Portland HeadLight Lighthouse), that is where my 8 month son was murdered November 14, 2013, same day i became paralized by the woman with a golf club. FBI investigation has been going 13 years now and they still have not identified her.
I had only 1 semester left at SMCC, but I've been paralyzed since the attack and not yet recovered enough to return to finish college.
I've always found it strange why was it never in the news what happened to me on campus? I was in Hillary's class at the buglight art study, there by the lighthouse, helping Hillary put the art stuff away.
I went out the big glass door, on the beach side, right beside the lighthouse, where my Volo was parked in the first spot, and the woman with the golf club had been hiding behind my car, jumped out and attacked. I was 8 months pregnant, she severed my spinal column, broke 3 vertebrae, forced early labour, and then killed my baby with the golf club too.
I had no use of my arms or legs for 9 years, and started relearning to walk in 2021 after 9 years paralyzed.
today in 2026, I have regained use of two fingers on my right hand, and have gained enough leg strength to push my wheelchair around the block like a rollator a couple times a week, but its been 13 years and I've not yet recovered enough to return to college and finish my last semester.
FBI believes it is friends/family of the woman who did it, who are the ones started and spreading the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bull shit about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car!
FBI believes the backhoe driver and murderer are same person and that it is a developer who wanted my land, so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, but when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, but when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son.
And I don't even know why.
Why are they doing this?
How do I get them to stop?
And who? Who is behind this? I don't even know who the people behind it are!
If you have ever mocked my son's murder, know that only an evil person thinks mocking a baby's murder is funny, and YOU are evil. You who mock the murder of a child, you are vile. If you mock the murder of other people's children, then you certainly are not fit to be raising any children of your own. And if I find out YOU mocked my son's murder and you have a child, rest assured I AM and probably ALREADY HAVE reported you to Child Protective Services. No fit parents
If you have ever mocked my WW2 homeless vet friend and called him an alien or demon, leading to his current crippled state after being gunned down by a mob of ufo nuts on November 24, 2021 in Biddeford, Maine, know that only an evil person thinks calling elderly men aliens and demons is a good time. You who call a crippled homeless man an alien, you are dispecable.
If you have ever mocked the fact that a backhoe drove over my house leaving me homeless for now 13 years... then I sincerely hope and pray that you become homeless in just a violent a manner as I did, that you may experience for yourself the things you mock, and learn to never mock them again. Only evil people drive backhoes over houses and only evil people support them in their actions. You who think hurting others is a thing to make jokes and podcasts about, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves.
You are vile, evil, hateful person, and one day you will look back at the things you have done and realize just how evil you really are.
If you ever called my car haunted, if you ever called me a believer of aliens/ufos, if you ever in any way slandered me with alien, ufo, demon, ghosts, haunting, paranormal, or Stephen King bull shit, rest assured I DO hate YOU and YOU personally.
Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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This is a very old website created in 1996, so, yes, javascript is needed for the site to work as it should. If things don't function, you may need to update javascript drivers on your device |
This site tries to be mobile friendly but it's been online since 1996, so old pages may not load right on mobile devices, and as this site has had pages added near daily for 30 years there are now over 20k pages here. |
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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- EelKat Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author & Art Car Designer
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- At the High Priest's Altar
At the High Priest's Altar
{A Pink Necromancer Short Story, featuring ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish} 🌸🦄🌸
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
At the High Priest’s Altar 🌸🦄🌸
{A Pink Necromancer Short Story, featuring ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish} 🌸🦄🌸
BoomFuzzy’s grey dreadlocks brushed against the jagged rock walls of the cave as he crouched in the shadows, his hands tracing the cold, damp surface.
The air hung heavy with the scent of rotting moss and decaying earth, the thick scent wrapping around his senses like a wet blanket.
His fingers twitched, aching for the smooth hilt of his obsidian blade, but the ritual unfolding before him was too precarious, too dangerous for a single, impulsive move.
Next to him, GhoulSpawn knelt, his golden fleece brushing the ground as he peered through the gloom. His yellow eyes glinted with the sharp intelligence of a predator on the hunt, though his ram-horned head bore more anxiety than malice.
The cultists chanted in low, guttural voices, their figures cloaked in dark, billowing robes.
GhoulSpawn strained to listen, trying to make sense of their words as a twisted dread crept up his spine.
These weren’t mere worshippers.
The cultists of The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish had revolted against their leader, High Priest ZooLock.
Mutiny. Plain and Simple.
“They’re summoning something,” GhoulSpawn murmured, his voice barely audible over the rhythmic chants echoing against the cave walls.
BoomFuzzy’s nostrils flared as he let out a slow, cautious breath.
“Aye, I hear it. We need tae stop them before it’s too late.”
At the centre of the cave stood a crude stone altar, carved with ancient symbols of the Sacred Pink Jellyfish.
Quaraun, dressed in his usual resplendent pink silks, lay bound upon it, his mechanical hands shimmering in the dim torchlight. His rainbow wand had been ripped from his grasp, lying out of reach on the stone floor.
A sinister hum emanated from the cultists as they circled the altar, their eyes glowing with feverish zeal.
They believed Quaraun to be the reborn Elder Brain, a god in the flesh, but their misguided faith had twisted into something dangerous.
And ZooLock, the high priest of these fanatics, had not been spared. He too lay bound beside Quaraun, his neon yellow robes embroidered with garish pink jellyfish stark against the grey stone. His puce pink tentacles twitched in helpless rage, muffled groans slipping from his gagged beak as he struggled against his restraints.
GhoulSpawn’s heart pounded in his chest.
“What if they finish the ritual? What if they succeed?”
“Shut up. I’m thinking.”
“They’re summoning Demons!”
“So? You ARE a Demon, remember?”
“here are different types of Demons.”
BoomFuzzy, his fingers tightening around the handle of one of his enchanted daggers, didn’t respond. His mind raced through the possible outcomes, none of them favourable.
If the cultists succeeded in their dark summoning, it would not be just Quaraun they would lose, but the fragile thread of control they had over this chaotic world.
A reborn god or whatever eldritch horror they sought to summon would spell doom for everyone.
Even BoomFuzzy, king of tricksters, knew there were forces too dark to manipulate.
“I’m goin’ tae cut down the ones clos’ tae Quaraun,” BoomFuzzy whispered, his rough Scottish accent sharpening as his mind honed in on his target. “Stay back until ye see an openin’.”
His long grey dreadlocks swayed as he inched forward, melding into the shadows, his breath as silent as death.
GhoulSpawn swallowed, eyes flicking between the cultists.
He was no warrior.
He didn’t even know how to fight.
His mind operated on logic, science, and the intricacies of quantum mechanics, not the brutal simplicity of a dagger through the heart.
Yet here, in this cave, none of that mattered. His heart hammered as he fought the rising tide of panic.
“Quaraun’s counting on us,” GhoulSpawn reminded himself, pressing a trembling hand to the cool surface of the rock to steady himself.
The chanting grew louder, the air thickening with a malevolent energy.
Dark tendrils of magic coiled around Quaraun, whose eyes flared open with rage. He struggled violently against his bonds, his usually elegant, emotionless face twisted in pure loathing.
“Imbeciles! Geese! Braindead amoeba!” Quaraun spat, his voice cutting through the chants like a blade. “Do you fools truly think you can summon me as if I were some lesser demon? I am The Sacred Pink JellyFish! Release me this instant, or I shall ensure your very souls burn for eternity! Sea slugs will eat your souls!”
His threat crackled with power, though his body was still bound tightly.
BoomFuzzy’s lips curled into a smile. Even in the most dire of circumstances, Quaraun’s arrogance never faltered.
Suddenly, BoomFuzzy surged from the shadows, moving faster than the cultists could react. His enchanted blade sliced through the nearest zealot, black blood spraying across the stone floor. He didn’t stop, his blade singing as it cleaved through another cultist who dared turn toward him.
Chaos erupted in the cave.
GhoulSpawn, his instincts kicking in, rushed forward, knocking a cultist off balance with his sheer bulk. His sharp, cloven hooves stomped on another cultist’s foot, sending them howling in pain. He seized the opportunity and lunged for Quaraun’s rainbow wand, clumsy fingers wrapping around it as he staggered back toward the shadows.
“What do I do with this?” GhoulSpawn asked, puzzling over the wand.
“Untie me you idiot and I shall do it!” Quaraun yelled. “It only works for me.”
The cultists’ chanting broke, their ritual undone by the sudden violence.
Some tried to flee, while others drew crude daggers, rushing toward BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn with wild eyes and frenzied screams.
BoomFuzzy met them head-on, his daggers flashing as he ducked and weaved between their attacks, each strike calculated and deadly. His body was a blur of motion, dreadlocks whipping through the air as he fought with lethal precision.
“Ye think ye can take me on, ye daft lot?” he growled, cutting down another cultist. “I’m the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley! Lich King of Fire Mountain! I’ve eaten better warriors for breakfast!”
Meanwhile, GhoulSpawn, still gripping Quaraun’s wand, fumbled with the ropes binding Quaraun. His fingers trembled as he tried to untie the knots, his mind racing.
“Any day now, Glinta,” Quaraun hissed, his mechanical fingers twitching in frustration.
“You know, BoomFuzzy’s right. You’d be a better wizard if you you mastered spoken spells and didn’t have to rely on your wand — “
“GLINTA!”
“Yes?”
“Un. Tie. Me. Now.”
“Oh! Yes. I forgot.”
“I am surrounded by idiots!”
Finally, the ropes gave way, and Quaraun sat up, seizing his wand from GhoulSpawn.
With a flick of his wrist, a burst of magical energy erupted from the Pink Necromancer’s wand, sending the remaining cultists flying across the cave.
They crashed against the walls with sickening thuds, their bodies crumpling like discarded dolls.
Quaraun stood, brushing the dust from his silk robes, his eyes narrowing in disgust.
“If I see one more jellyfish cultist, I shall burn this entire cult to the ground.”
BoomFuzzy wiped the blood from his blade, grinning.
“Aw, Love, ye know ye enjoy a bit o’ worship.”
GhoulSpawn, panting from the adrenaline, glanced at the unconscious ZooLock still bound on the altar.
“What about him?”
Quaraun sighed, already walking toward the cave entrance.
“Leave him. The fool deserves to suffer the consequences of his followers’ stupidity.”
BoomFuzzy chuckled darkly.
“Aye, but at least now we know wha’ not tae do next time we’re takin’ in a cultist or two.”
The three of them left the cave, their footsteps echoing against the stone, leaving ZooLock to his fate.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzyThe Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here These Stories are cross published on: You can find even more about Quaraun novels, novellas, novelettes, short stories, poems and drabbles at these locations: | Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | FictionPress | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter-X | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |Copyright © [oldest articles written 1978],[website founded - 1996] – |
- EelKat Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author & Art Car Designer
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- At the High Priest's Altar
Books By Wendy Christine Allen
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On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
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Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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