EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author
EelKat Wendy C Allen - Author Interview: Spell Casting Side Effects: Magic In Quaraun's Universe | Fantasy Author Interview

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#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 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

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 

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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 33 (usually - I keep renumbering these)
GhoulSpawn The Crazed and The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
Scene: I Am Not GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn The Crazed and
The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer:
Chapter Who The Hell Knows (I didn't number this one)

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GhoulSpawn The Crazed and 
The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer: 
Chapter: I Am Not GhoulSpawn

"GhoulSpawn..." Quaraun started to say.

"I'm not GhoulSpawn."

"All right. Thing that murdered my best friend and has now taken up residence in his dead you have a name?"

"No. My mother didn't give me one."

"Your mother also didn't put you in the body of this Elf."

"I know. Please let me go."



"Because I just watched my best friend die in horrible agonizing pain, and we're not being allowed to give him a funeral or bury his body, because you've taken up residence in it and I'm not happy about that. I'm not happy about any of this."

"No one asked you to be happy."

"He was my friend."

"And now he's dead."

"I know. But here I am sitting here talking to him."

"I'm not your friend."

"You've taken his body."

"I didn't chose this body."

"I know you didn't. I was there, when they implanted you in him. I wanted to help him, but he ran away. He's suffered alone the past several years. He came back because he knew he wads dying and he didn't want to die alone."

"He wasn't alone. I've been with him the whole time."

"You killed him."

"I did not want to."

"I loved him."

"I know you did. He knew you did. It's why he stayed away. He loved you too. He was confused by it. It bothered him, how he felt for you. You being male as was he. That was why he stayed away." 

"I know. I've always known."

"Please let me go. I'm not your friend. It's bad enough I'm trapped in his body. Please don't keep me trapped here too."

"If I let you go, what would you do? Where would you go?"

"I don't know."

"Then why do you need to leave?"

"Am I not to have freedom?"

"You're not my prisoner."

"Then let me go."



"Because I know what you're going through. And I know if you went out that door right now, you'd fall by the wayside and die. You don't know how to control the body you're in. You don't know what people do to Thullids. What they'll do to you if they find out GhoulSpawn id dead and then see his body up roaming around. As much as I want to hate you for killing him, being a Thullid myself, I know the hell of a life you have to look forward to and I can pity you. Not all Thullid transformations are successful. Most die with their prey. GhoulSpawn is dead and you've survived. You at least deserve the chance to keep on living, now that you've gotten this far. If I let you walk out of here now, you'll lose that fighting chance. I'm not an Elf any more then you are. Quaraun died centuries ago. I've learned to live in his body. I've learned to be him, so well, that no one knows he's dead. If you are to survive in this world, that's infested with hate mongering Humans, you're gonna have to learn to do the same thing."

"Become GhoulSpawn?"


"I'm not him. I don't want to be him."

"You're in his body, you don't have a choice."

"He was a coward."

"I know. So am I. It's prob'ly why we got along."

"You barely knew him."

"I know. I wanted to get to know him better. That chance is gone now. You took that away when you killed him."

"You wish I had died instead."

"If I had wished you dead, you'd be dead. I'm a DiJinn. If I wish for something it happens."

"You still want me dead."

"No. I don't."

"I am not GhoulSpawn. You loved GhoulSpawn. You don't want him dead."

"That's true. But he is now and there's nothing I can do about it."

"You're a Necromancer. You can kill me and bring him back."

"I could. But I won't."


"He asked me not too. He didn't want to be brought back. He's seen the hell Unicorn suffers through. Being undead is not without side effects."

"He knew I would take his body."

"I know."

"He asked you not to kill me."

"I know."


"That's the way he was."

"I killed him."

"I know."

"Why would he ask you not to kill me?"

"He abhorred violence. Vengeance wasn't his way. He saw violence destroy his family. He believed peace was a better way." 

"Do you?"

"I'd like to believe that. But I also believe in defending victims from cruelty."

"GhoulSpawn was my victim."

"No. You were both victims. HellBorne was cruel. HellBorne killed GhoulSpawn, not you."

"I'm trapped in the body of an Elf."

"I know. I am too. I didn't want to kill Quaraun, any more then you wanted to kill GhoulSpawn. Quaraun was the lat Moon Elf. GhoulSpawn the last Sun Elf. Now all the High Elves are dead. They have gone extinct. We who live within the hollowed out shells of their dead, empty bodies, are all that remain."

Here's The Original Release Cover Art
From 2012

"Why do you pretend to be Quaraun, when you know you are not him?"

"He was a good Elf. He was kind and loving to every one. He never hurt anyone. I have tried to live my life in his body, as he would have done. He would never have murdered his wife and children. Nor his father, no matter how cruel his father was. Quaraun would never have raised a hand to any of them."

"And you did?"

"I killed them all. Every one he loved."


"They killed BoomFuzzy. The one he loved the most."

"Did not Quaraun die, before you met BoomFuzzy?"

"He did. Quaraun died as a child. He was 9 years old when I killed him. He died alone. No one to comfort him. No one to hear his cries. His mother was dead already and his father didn't care. They heard him scream. Heard him crying. Begging for someone to hold him. They locked him away. In that room. That horrible room. Where they put him to punish him. Put him to forget him. He begged and pleaded to not be left alone. He died in agony. He suffered for days. Alone. And no one cared. The poor little Elf. I felt it all. His fear. His suffering. His pain. His despair. His torment. I was the only one with him. I didn't want to kill him. He didn't know what was killing him. He was so scared. So confused. I felt terrible after he died. His suffering was so great. That's why I became him. He didn't want to die. He tried so hard to cling to life. And I took it away. I couldn't live in his body, not with the guilt of how he had died. Had someone been with him. Had they not locked him in that room. I might not have done so. Most Thullids don't. Once the Elf is dead, we return to our kin. Live with the Thullids. But I could not forget how much he suffered, how alone he was when he died."

"So you stole his identity along with his life."

"I had never been in an Elf before. I was free. I had heard other Thullids, tell of the horrors an Elf suffers through, during the transition we make into their bodies, but I had never felt it before. He didn't deserve to die and neither did GhoulSpawn."

"And yet you murdered his family."

"They killed BoomFuzzy."

"You loved BoomFuzzy. Not Quaraun. Quaraun didn't know BoomFuzzy. Quaraun was already dead by that point. Quaraun, you truly have gone insane, people call you insane for a reason. You can no longer tell where the Elf ends and the Thullid begins. You've lived in that body too long. We change bodies for a reason. So we don't become attached, so we don't become them. You've lost your identity. You've stopped being a Thullid. You've become the Elf. Quaraun never loved BoomFuzzy. He never knew BoomFuzzy. You loved BoomFuzzy. Quaraun was the Elf. You are not the Elf. You are the Thullid who killed him."


"And you loved GhoulSpawn."

"I did."

"And now GhoulSpawn is dead." 

"He is." 

"I am not GhoulSpawn."

"You are. Wither you want to be or not. You took his body and now you must be him."

"I killed him."

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"You did."

"Then by that logic will you not also kill me?"



"Because you are GhoulSpawn."

"GhoulSpawn is dead. I am not GhoulSpawn."

"I know. And yet, here I am talking to you."

"I am not GhoulSpawn. I am the Thullid that resides in his body. Just as you are not Quaraun, but the Thullid that resides in him."

"I know."

"You are insane. You want me to be GhoulSpawn, the same way you are Quaraun. When we both belong back with our own people. Neither of us are Elves. We just live in their bodies."

"That we take their bodies is wrong."

"We can survive no other way."

"It doesn't make it right."

"Would you have every Thullid die?"

"Future Thullids will die. The Elves are dead. We killed them. There are no more Elves for our children to live in. We've killed too many Elves and now we will die."

"Let me leave this place."



"I already told you."

"Humans will kill you the moment they find out what you are. You must learn to be an Elf. You are living in an Elf's body, you must learn to act like an Elf, talk like an Elf, think like an Elf. You must become the Elf you killed if you are to survive and I'm not gonna let you leave here until you do."

"I'm not GhoulSpawn."

"You are now. You killed him and took his body. You didn't give him a choice. You didn't give him the option to live. You didn't give us an option to bury his body or mourn his death. And I'm not giving you to option to steal his body and do whatever the hell you want with it. You will learn to be GhoulSpawn or you will never leave here. My rose garden can be your home or your prison. That choice is yours."

"You can't keep me here."

"No? Have you ever seen BoomFuzzy's house?"

"The gingerbread house?"

"No. Not the illusion he uses to draw children in... the reality behind the illusion. The Twighlight Manor. That's what lies beyond those roses. You try to escape this garden and you'll have her to deal with. You won't even make it to the front door. She'll eat you alive. You're in my house now. You can't escape. No one does. I won't kill you. I made that promise to GhoulSpawn. But the roses will. The goldfish will. The turkeys will. And if somehow you make it past them... the house will. I only promised GhoulSpawn that I wouldn't kill you. I never said I wouldn't stand by and watch them kill you instead. Don't think that because you live in his body, I'll show you any mercy. I loved him and you took him from me and I'm not gonna forget that. I may try to be the kind, loving Elf, whose body I took, but that doesn't the fact that I'm still the Thullid who killed him. I'll never truly be Quaraun, no matter how much I try to be him. I'll be the cold hearted Pink JellyFish that murdered him and his family and you'll always the Thullid who killed my best friend."

Quaraun stood up to leave.

"We are monsters, you and I. We murder Elves and steal their bodies to survive. You can be my friend or my enemy. GhoulSpawn was my friend. His murderer is my enemy. I leave it to you to decide who you are."


Quaraun returned the following morning, to find the half-Elf, still sitting in the garden, staring at the path, leading to the gate, which stood guarded by pink rose bushes that had uprooted themselves and were marching around, snarling through fanged petals, ready to eat any one who dared get within vine's reach of them.

Unicorn was with Quaraun this time. He didn't trust the creature that had killed their friend. Quaraun was stupid. He let emotions cloud his thinking. Unicorn feared Quaraun was not thinking clearly when it came to this beast. He doubted Quaraun could separate the beast from the body it now lived in. His not allowing the creature to leave and his insistence on calling it GhoulSpawn, worried Unicorn to no end.

Quaraun sat on the ground beside his dead friend whose body was now animated by the alien JellyFish creature that had eaten his brain and was living in the empty skull.


"I'm not GhoulSpawn. Your friend is dead. I am not him. I'm just stuck in his body."

"I know. But I don't know what else to call you."

"I don't have a name. My mother didn't give me one."

"Your mother didn't get a chance to know you."

"She didn't want me to be born."

"That's not true. She just would have liked you to hatch inside of someone else. She didn't pick this body for you."

"I know. HellBorne did. GhoulSpawn talked of it daily. He talked to himself a lot. He was mad you know."

"He had you inside his head, eating his brain. What did you expect?"

"He tried to cut me out."

"Most Elves infested by a Thullid larvea do."

"He didn't want to kill me."

"I know. He refused to kill anything. Wouldn't even step on a bug."

"He tried to find a way to remove me, one that would let me live, free, and not trapped inside any body. He couldn't find one."


"I'm not GhoulSpawn. He is dead."

"Then what should I call you?"

"You are my mother. That's for you to decide."

"I'm gonna keep calling you GhoulSpawn, because you're in his body."

"Him did change his name," Unicorn said quietly. "In future. Does ya na remember? We dids meet him. Him had different name. Ya called him GhoulSpawn un him did said him was nay the GhoulSpawn. Just likes him is doing now. Him kept saying he was na GhoulSpawn. Said him had no used the name in years. And ya did says him were different. Was no acting himself.  Maybe this is why, eh?"

"The Gremlin? Yes. I remember. He called himself the Gremlin."

Quaraun looked to GhoulSpawn.

"Are you Gremlin?"

"Am I?" 

"That's the name you used in the future. I'd rather call you GhoulSpawn."


"I'm used to calling you GhoulSpawn."

Quaraun reached out his hand to touch the half Elf's face. GhoulSpawn flinched, as though waiting to be hit. 

"Please don't be scared of me," Quaraun said soothingly. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I only want to help."

"You wanted to feed me to your roses, yesterday."

GhoulSpawn pointed to the sentient bushes that were still marching around the outskirts of the garden.

"Yes, I was angry. I'm not now. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"The roses still look like they are waiting to kill me."

"Yes. They probably will. You shouldn't get near them. Not thoses ones at least. They're a bit ill tempered. Thorny ones always are. And they didn't used to be roses. They were hawthorn trees. That's why their thorns are so big. They withered up and died and I resurrected them as roses. It kind of pissed them off. They don't like being pink."

"Let me go home."

"Do you have a home to go to?"

GhoulSpawn stared down at his clasped hands and said nothing.

"Last I knew, GhouSpawn was living with HellBorne here at Black Tower. He ran off the night HellBorne died...."

"And Black Tower is now pink."

"I like pink."

"I've noticed. Every one for miles around, any where in seeing distance of this pink phallic monstrosity, knows you like pink enough to have paint Black Tower the most eye blinding shade of pink you could find."

Unicorn started laughing.

"Aye. It does look like a giant dick," the Faerie said. "Why has I never not no noticed that aforing nows? Quaraun complains about hims small dick all of time. Now hims got one five storeys tall dick in hims garden. Ha ha! That so funny. Why I no see this before?"

"Probably, because you're blind and you can't see a thing," Quaraun reminded Unicorn.

"I is no so blind I can no sees the hundred foot tall dick in ya yard. A small dicked pink wizard in hims big dicked pink tower."

"Unicorn. Shut up!"

"Ooooohhh! Bitch-iiie!"

"Go fuck yourself."

"I will! Thanking ya kindly."

Unicorn trotted off to find a log to hump.

"What is he doing?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"He's fucking a tree."

"I can see what he doing. Why... why is he doing it?"

"He's crazy, if you hadn't noticed. Somewhere in resurrecting him, I seem to have lost his brain."

"It probably has something to do with you focusing too much on giving him two dicks. Why did you resurrect him as a double dicked unicorn?"

"I don't know. I was drunk."

"You know GhoulSpawn was scared of you, right? Just terrified you was gonna mess up some spell and do something like that...." GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn. "To him."

"Well, at least Unicorn thinks it's wonderful. He loves being a double dicked unicorn, with only half a brain."

"Squirrel!" Unicorn screamed, as he galloped by chasing said squirrel.

"Quaraun. Your horse is barking like a dog and chasing squirrels up trees."

Quaraun shook his head.

"I'm supposed to be the one that's insane and right now everyone else is crazier then me."

Quaraun turned back to GhoulSpawn.

"Do you have a place to live?"

GhoulSpawn shook his head no.

"You can stay here. It used to be your home."

"You two didn't live here then."

"No, but we do now. Are you saying you want us to leave?"


GhoulSpawn watched the little shaggy sliver horned black Shetland pony gallop around the garden eating butterflies.

"Did he really eat HellBorne?"

"Unicorn? He eats every one. It's why I can't have any friends. I meet some body new and next thing I know he's grinding their bones into flour and baking gingerbread out of them."

"How'd you end up with a Phooka?"

"I ask myself that every day."

"He's the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."

"He is."

"And you're an Elf."

"Well. I'm what's left of an Elf. I'm just as much Quaraun as you are GhoulSpawn."

"Would he eat me?"

"I told him not to. He's pretty good at obeying me. Usually. Sometimes. Not always."

Quaraun sighed.

"You used to be free didn't you? They said The sacred pink JellyFish was a wild Thullid. They caught her in the ocean. Kept her prisoner in goldfish fish bowl for decades, before some rebels tried to kill her and a renegade priest implaneted her in an Elf. Is that true?"

"It is. I had beautiful pink frilled ruffles all down my tentacles."

"Is that why you wear pink ruffles like this?"

"It is."

"You're a female aren't you? Living in a male Elf."

"I am."

"That must get confusing."

"It does."

The two Thullid infested Elves sat in silence and watched the hyperactive unicorn galloping wildly around the garden, stabbing dragonflies with his horn.

"Does he ever get tired?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"He's undead."

"He's a Lich, isn't he?"

"Yes. He's a Lich."

Suddenly the little black pony began shrieking hysterically, then galloped in a mad dash across the garden, towards the giant pink lighthouse, with a flock of angry bees on his tail, fast trying to catch him.

"If he's undead, why is he running from bees?"

"He still feels pain. He can still be hurt. He can be killed."

"Even though he's a Lich?"

"Yes. Even though he's a Lich."

"I thought Liches had eternal life."

"They do. But they can still die. They just automaticly resurect. They have a place they kind of pop back out of when they come back."

"Like a save point."

"A what?"

"A save point. In a video game."

"What's a video game?"

"It's a thing they have in the future. GhoulSpawn used to go to a place he called the 1980s. Aracades. He liked playing video games."

"1980s? That's a long ways away."

"What year is it now."

Quaraun shrugged.

"I don't know. It was 1400 and something, last time I checked. I don't keep track of time. I can't count. That's a regret."

"What is?"

"Elwin. Elwin died, because I didn't know math. HellBorne set up a trap. Put Elwin in it. A puzzle. Trap. Thing. I don't know what it was. But it needed math to unlock it. And I can't do math. It killed him."

"You've seen a lot of people you love die, haven't you?"

"Every one... now. GhoulSpawn was the last one. The last living friend I had left."

"You want me to be him for you, don't you? It's why you won't let me leave, isn't it?"

"You have GhoulSpawn's memories, yes?"

"Yes. I do."

"Where did he go? After they implanted him. He ran off. We couldn't find him. We searched every where. He was no where."

"He opened a portal and ran into it. Different time. Different place. Someplace HellBorne couldn't find him. He was scared. He trusted HellBorne. He thought HellBorne was his friend."

"HellBorne's dead. You're safe from him now."

"He was so scared. I don't know how to be an Elf. All I know is fear. He was so scared. I don't know what he was like before the fear took over. I think he was already scared of every thing, every one. The village he grew up in. The uncles who raised him. They abused him something terrible. And then you showed up and you killed them. The entire village. Except for him. And he was scared of you, but he was glad they were dead. He was always on the run. Never settled down. To scared to stay in any one town more then a few days. Half Elf. Humans hated him. Elves hated him. He only ever got along with Demons but he didn't fit in. And then he found HellBorne. Another half-Elf. Thought he could trust him, because he was a half-Elf. HellBorne put me in him, so I could kill him, even though I didn't want to. HellBorne was evil. Poor GhoulSpawn. His whole life was nothing but fear. Ever growing, ever mounting."

"Where did he go after that? After they implanted him? We couldn't find him."

"Into a portal. He didn't care which one. He just running scared. Opened up the first portal he came across and ran inside, found a forest, found a cave. And stayed there. Scared out of his mind. Lived on whatever he could find. Lichen mostly. Moss. Stuff growing on the rocks. He was too scared to leave the cave. He only went back, because he knew he was dying and he hoped HellBorne could undo what he'd done and somehow remove me from his brain, while he still had any brain left." 

"When you say, he went into hiding.... stayed in a cave and wouldn't come out... do you mean... he was alone... the whole time?"

"Yeah. He was really scared."

"We tried to find him. We didn't know where to look. I wanted to help him." Tears filled Quaraun's eyes. "There was never any one at all?"

"No. Just me. The whole time I've been in him, I'm only one he's had to talk to. He was scared if anyone found out he was infested with a Thullid, that they cut off his head. I guess that's what Elves do when they find a Thullid infested Elf."

"It is. It's why we can never let any one know what we are. Why we must become the Elf whose body we took. Poor Ghouly. I didn't realize he'd been completely alone. We would have taken care of him. We tried to find him."

"He was scared. Too scared to even go outside. He didn't go outside of the cave for years. He just went mad. Fear drove him into hiding so deep. He was crippled with fear."

"Are you afraid?"

GhoulSpawn looked up at Quaraun.

"I don't know how not to be. It's all he did. He didn't teach me how to live with other Elves. How to do... anything. I don't know how to be an Elf. I just know how to hide in caves and be terrified of every shadow. It's all I now, because it's all he did. And he was doing it, before he was implanted. I can see his memories. His whole life was spent in fear and hiding, right from birth. Because of what he was. Half Elves are hunted by Elves and Demons alike. He belonged no where."

"He belonged here. With me and Unicorn. We would have accepted him as family. We'll accept you as family. Please. Stay with us. You're safe here. We'll take care of you. You don't have to be afraid any more."

"Fear's the only emotion I know. The first few weeks he sat on the ground pulling his hair out, clawing at his head, trying to remove.... me... after a while he gave up and just sat there doing nothing. Went back and forth between crying hysterically and talking gibberish nonsense to himself. Then he starts drawing on the walls. Writing. Numbers. Equations. He tried desperately to find a way to remove me without killing himself. Tried to find a way to remove me, without killing me. He couldn't find an answer. He did that for 3 years. I think he went insane. He was alone too long with his fears. You were the last person to talk to him before he left and the first person to talk to him, when he came back. He was glad you took him in. Those last few weeks with you, it was the only time I felt him relax. I can't remember him ever sleeping before."

"Elves can go a long time without sleep. Their bodies are different. It's why we chose Elves to live in and not Dwarves or Humans. Elves live longer. Need less sleep. Less food. We can go years without sleep. It's not recommended. But we can do it. I've done it. Made me bat shit crazy out of hell for a while. Side effect of not much sleep. I don't think he'd slept in a long time. He walked into the garden and collapsed. He was asleep for a few weeks. Poor Ghouly.  He was so sick and tired and weak, when he arrived. I'd never seen him sick before. He'd gone a long time without eating, hadn't he?"

"Yeah. He was surviving off lichen he scraped off walls in the cave. He started taking weird stuff the last few weeks."

"Weird stuff? Like what?"

"This." GhoulSpawn reached into one of his endless coat pockets and pulled out a small slip of paper, perforated into tiny squares, each one with a colourful picture on it.

"What is this?" Quaraun held up the bright coloured paper.

"LSD. Freakier then opium. You'd love it. Makes dark minds colourful. Not sure what it would do to an already colourful mind like yours."


"Yeah. Drugs."

"I never saw drugs like this before?"

"Break off a square. Put it under your tongue. You neeever seen anything like it before. Guarantee it. Does take the pain away though."

"Was he in a lot of pain?"

"Yeah. He was. Started having nose bleeds every day. Headaches. He couldn't think. He couldn't do anything."

"Side effect of having a JellyFish chewing holes all through your brain. Still, never thought Ghouly would turn to drugs."

"No? Crazy Elf like him?"

"No. He hated drugs. He chided me for it all the time. He wouldn't drink. I wouldn't smoke. There was one day he flipped out at me for drinking coffee and then gave Unicorn hell for drinking tea."

"Ah. Yes." GhoulSpawn reached into his pockets and pulled out a smll navy blue book. Handed it to Quaraun. "GhoulSpawn joined a cult of some sort. Called themselves Mormons. Here have a Book of Mormon. I've got about a hundred more in my pockets. He gave 'em to every body. Weird Elf."

"What's this got to do with anything?"

"They don't allow drinking, smoking, drugs. coffee. tea, sex..."

"I suppose that explains the sheep."

"GhoulSpawn and his sheep. Yeah. I forgot about the sheep."

"So he stopped be a... a... what did you call it?"


"A follower of the Demon Mormo?"

"No. But I think that's what GhoulSpawn thought it was. He liked Demons. But yeah. He stopped. The pain was so much. It crippled him. He just sat on the floor screaming and hitting himself in the head trying to make the pain stop. He was suffering for so long. I knew I was causing his pain and I hated it. I didn't want to hurt him. I certainly didn't want to kill him."

"No Thullid ever does. Most, once they realize how badly their prey is suffering, just devour their brains quickly, let them die fast. Never get to know the Elf. Don't absorb their memories. Don't become them. It's difficult to stay steady through the whole process, while the Elf is screaming in pain and trying to cut you out of their head. I hate what we have to do to them. Why is our survival dependent upon killing someone else in order to survive? Why didn't you do what most Thullids do, just kill him quick and get it over with?"

"I wanted to know who he was. I wanted to know, why thought, not to kill me, but instead, tried to find a way to remove me without hurting me. In the beginning, he could have removed me. Those first few days, when I was still just under the surface, not yet in his brain. He could have removed me. He would have lived. I would have died. He couldn't bring himself to hurt me, even though he knew it would cost him his own life to let me live. I wanted to know why he did that. Even in the end. He could have killed himself and it would have killed me too. Unicorn even suggested it. You suggested it. You both offered to kill him, if he couldn't bring himself to kill himself, but he would hear nothing of it. He wouldn't let you hurt me. He refused to take a life. Any life. Even the life of the creature that was killing him."

"GhoulSpawn was kind and gentle."

"I feel terrible, about how much he had to suffer. THE LSD mellowed him out. Took away his fears. Took away his pain. But when it wore off, it seemed like his fears were worse. His pain worse. Almost as if, the drug made it worse. So he took more. And more. He got addicted bad."

"If he never left the cave. Where'd he get the drugs?"

"He started making them. He'd taken 'em before so he had some in his pockets. He took some and figured out what they were made out of then, made them himself. He's was kind of a mad scientist."

"He was an alchemist."

"Alchemy. Yeah. I suppose that's a word for it. Built himself a lab."

"Where'd he get the supplies to build a lab?"

"Out of his pockets. I think he was a thief. I think he had a problem. Looking into his memories. I can see him. He just took things. Fruit off carts. Books off shelves. Engines off planes..."


"Big flying machines they have in the future. That's where he got the name Gremlin from. I just remembered. It's what the Humans called him. He'd fall out of portals and land on planes, then rip the engines out to make then crash. Said he had to change history. Rewrite it. Make it better. He was a time traveller. He didn't like planes. Humans called him 'The Gremlin'. It means 'The Demon Who Eats Planes'. GhoulSpawn's a Demon."

"I know. He's a Chaos Demon. He tried to hide it from me, but... I... I already knew."

"Why did he pretend to be an Elf?"

"His mother was an Elf. She was kidnapped and raped by a Demon. That's why they named him GhoulSpawn."

"I have areoplane engines in my pockets."

"So he had plenty of supplies to build a lab and make drugs?"

"You'd be surprised the things he keeps in his pockets."

"No. Not really. Not after I found out about the sheep."

"My pockets are still full of sheep."

"I kind of figured they were."

"Boy was he weird."

"Lucky you. Now you get to be him. Sheep and all."

"He became a hermit, only came out the last few weeks. He'd decided to come back to Black Tower. Beg HellBorne to help him. He thought, HellBorne did it to him, maybe HellBorne knew how to undo it. He didn't know HellBorne was dead. He didn't know you lived here. He never thought to ask you for help. He was scared of you. He liked you. He liked you a lot. If you hadn't had Unicorn around, he probably would have become your lover. He really liked you a lot."

"I know he did."

"I think Unicorn scared him more then anything else."

"Are you scared of Unicorn?"

"He's volatile. Kills on a whim. He's a Phooka. Phookas are monsters. You don't make friends with something that wants to eat you."

"He's peaceful, when you get to know him."

"GhoulSpawn wanted to run away. He wouldn't have stayed here. He was just too weak to get to the door. His body is still weak. I can't move it well. I'm forced to stay here. Between you not letting me leave and this body being so weak from ill health, I can't go any where."

"You don't have to go any where. You're welcome to stay here."

"He went mad."

"You were eating his brain. Madness is a symptom of having one's brain eaten by a parasite."

"Said one Elf eating Thullid to the other."

"Speaking of eating things, I'm hungry and I know you must be, you haven't eaten anything since GhoulSpawn died. We should go inside and see if our chef wants to cook us breakfast. Besides, I need to go check on him. Make sure he hasn't been stung to death by bees."

"You're not gonna let me leave, are you?"

"No. I'm not. So you might as well get used to staying here."

Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series

Random Thoughts On Writing Magic &
Wizards In Fantasy Worlds
A BookTube Reading AuthorTube Edition

Volume 33:
GhoulSpawn The Crazed &
The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer

After being seriously injured, in Summoner of Darkness, half-Elf/half Demon, GhoulSpawn runs away.  Missing for three years and feared dead, GhoulSpawn suddenly arrives at Black Tower seeking HellBorne, unaware HellBorne is dead and Quaraun now lives in the haunted lighthouse, which he has painted pink.

Overjoyed to see his friend returned, the joy is short lived as Quaraun realizes something is seriously wrong with the Sun Elf, who is rambling about being hunted by pink flying goldfish, bowls of killer chocolate pudding, and armies of pink tuxedo wearing penguins. 

With GhoulSpawn's sanity fast slipping away, and his health going with it, it quickly becomes apparent that he's been infested by an alien JellyFish larvae that has burrowed into his skull and is slowly eating his brain.

Unable to save his friend, Quaraun is forced to watch while the timid and gentle GhoulSpawn the Sun Elf dies in agony and his body taken over by the violent, domineering GhoulSpawn the Thullid.

Torn over not killing the creature that has taken over GhoulSpawn''s body, the Pink Necromancer calls up and army of dead rose bushes to save the world from a Thullid invasion.

This novel picks up where Summoner of Darkness leaves off. Though can be read on it's own, the story references many event is Summoner of Darkness. Readers will find these references easier to understand if they have already read Summoner of Darkness before reading GhoulSpawn the Crazed.

The Lost Elf Returns

Lord Pinkie's Army of Killer Goldfish

A Garden Full Of Roses and Snap Dragons

Pink Elf Eating Goldfish

The Dying Elf

I Am Not GhoulSpawn


The Frightened Demon

Things You May Not Have Known about GhoulSpawn The Crazed

Originally titled: Quaraun The Insane Meets GhoulSpawn The Crazed.

Though numbered as a later volume in the series, this is actually one of the very first Quaraun stories ever written, and was in fact the first story to feature Quaraun with his title "Quaraun the Insane"

GhoulSpawn's character was inspired by a car I owned in the 1980s. A 1974 AMC Gremlin. Orange with glow in the dark neon yellow flames painted on the sides. Thus why he wears orange and has phosphorescent neon yellow hair.

In The Twighlight Manor Series:  The time travelling mad scientist known as The Gremlin, is a much older and now mentally unstable, GhoulSpawn of the Quaraun Series

GhoulSpawn's character was actually created before Quaraun's, with him being one of the primary characters from The Wild Years, a 1987 novella of The Twighlight Manor Series.

He was originally created in 1982 as the Chief Science Officer on board the star ship, The VISION-D8, and was Captain Goldeneagle's best friend. Both of who worked in service to Planet Ptarmigan's Queen Miss Kitten The Eel-Kat.

GhoulSpawn is one of only three characters to appear in every spin-off series of The Twighlight Manor Series. Him being a primary character of each series. EelKat and Spriggan being the other two.

The Twighlight Manor Series says he opened the portals to allow Flamites (High Elves) the ability to travel between their houses (Twighlight Manor, Black Tower, and White Rock) without detection by Humans.

The Planet Ptarmagin Series says he opened the portals to help the Ptarmagin Kats have a way to travel from one galaxy to another in the blink of an eye.

The Quaraun Series says he opened the portals in search of his father, a Chaos Demon known as "The Ghoul".

The Chrystonite Series says he opened the portals to go back in time and stop the Battle of Ongadada from happening.

The reality: GhoulSpawn was born and raised in Hell, after his Sun Elf mother was kidnapped and raped by a Chaos Demon. He is unable to stay in any one time period or dimension long, due to his not having been born in a physical plane of existence. His presence in any time or place causes rips in the fabric of reality, known as "portals", which cause people to fall into worlds and times they do not belong in, inadvertently changing history no matter where he goes. He spends his entire life desperately trying to find a way to close up these portals and prevent new ones from opening.

This novel was originally written on: 2012

This page last updated on: April 04, 2017



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


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

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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