IMPORTANT UPDATE:

Due to the murder of my family and the resulting court cases, police investigations, and FBI investigations, I no longer have time to daily update this website.

Likewise ALL novel, short story, and article writing projects are on hiatus.

All book releases, book signings, workshops, and convention appearances for 2015 (and unknown amount of time after) are on hold while the murder investigation of my family is ongoing.

Writing advice for the worldbuilding, character creation, and other writing how to articles are on hold.

From now on, the bulk of updates here will be about the investigation into the murder of my family.

No, NOT just THIS author website, not JUST the EelKat pename, not just self published books: ALL 15 (fifteen) of my penames are on hiatus, that includes traditional published books as well, newspaper reporting jobs, editing jobs, my work for Harlequin Romance Novels, my work for Disney... EVERYTHING is on hiatus. Every publishing house I work for, every series I write, every penname I write under: they are ALL on hiatus, ALL projects.

There is NOTHING being published under ANY penname, not for ANY series, not for ANY publisher, from 2015 onward. EVERYTHING is on hold due to the murder of my family. I do not know when or even if, any of the projects will be restarted or finished.

Yes, BOTH the magazines I owned are indefinitely shut down because of this as well, with no plans for either magazine to return. The publishing house I own is also closed to submissions from now on, we will no longer be publishing anything. It is unlikely we will reopen the publishing house either.

All book signing tours, workshops, letures, PAX events, ComicCon events, carnival/festival/state fair/car show events are also canceled. I will not be attending ANY of them. If a venue still has my name listed as a guest/speaker/etc it is because they've not yet removed it. I WILL NOT be there, no matter where it is! 

EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, IS CANCELED!

The ONLY thing continuing from this point on, is THIS website, where I'll post updates on the murder investigation, hopefully every week, but, you know how it is when 10 members of your family are beheaded, it's kind of difficult to have a schedule for anything anymore.









The Summoner of Darkness:

Meeting Mallac

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)



The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130

The Summoner of Darkness:

Meeting Mallac

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)


Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?















The Summoner of Darkness is

an Epic Length Novel of more than 300,000 words

(500+ paperback pages)

This chapter is...

Word count: 3,183

or

10 paperback pages.



The Summoner of Darkness:

Meeting Mallac

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)

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Unicorn called for the waiter to bring Quaraun a jug of ale, then went back to his argument with ZooLock. Quaraun ate quietly as he listened to the Phooka and the Thullid argue. Quaraun was so intently listening to his companions argument that he did not notice the young human soldier stride up to their table and stare intently at the three non-humans. Quaraun, as he did in every tavern, was not sitting in any of the chairs, stools, or benches provided by the tavern, but rather was sitting on an ornate, gold gilded, throne, covered with pink velvet cushions.

ZooLock," Quaraun interupted them.

"Yes?"

"Your argument bores me."

"He is the one..."

"Go find me some food."

"Yes, my Lady."

"Stop calling me that."

ZooLock slipped out of his seat and set out to find food for the wizard.

With ZooLock gone looking for the food Quarun had requested, Unicorn turned his attention to the Elf.

"Eating Humans would be option," Unicorn said.

“Why are you sitting on a throne?” The solider asked.

“I'm a king.”

“Not a queen?”

“I'm the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets.”

“You're what?”

“I'm the...”

“You're hair's touching the floor,” the young man said not letting Quaraun finish.

“Yes. I know. I have not cut my hair in three hundred years.”

“Are those real?”

The Human reached out and pulled on Quaraun's foot long ears.

“Stop that!”

Quaraun slapped the Human.

“How dare you touch me!” Quaraun screamed hysterically. ”No body touches me! I do not like being touched.”

“Are you an Elf?”

Quaraun was still screaming and not listening to the soldier.

Unicorn looked up at the young man and exclaimed: "Oh my! A tasty looking human. Look how him justs, brings hisself right over to us table for me to eats him!" 

"You are not eating the humans," Quaraun scolded.

"Oh pooh! Suck a cock dick damn it! Yis one what can nah food ya wants. Eating Humans would be option," Unicorn said.

"If I was going to eat Humans, I wouldn't pick these distatfeul..."

“Do you eat Humans?” The wide eyed Human asked.

"I'm sorry," Quaraun said to the young man, who appeared to be a soldier. "What?"

"You were talking about eating Humans."

"I'm an Elf."

"Meaning?"

"We don't eat anything that was ever once alive."

"Oh."

The man thought silently for a moment.

"And him?" He pointed to Unicorn.

"He's a Faerie, their ways are different." 

"I've never seen any of you before," the soilder said.

"No," Quaraun answered. "We just arrived. We only stopped for a meal and a place to sleep for a few hours. I hurt my leg outside of town, otherwise we wouldn't have stopped at all. I need to rest before we can continue. We will be on our way once we are done eating. Except he's never done eating, so we could be here a while."

The man looked around the room nervously, as though hoping to not be overheard, then pulled a chair up to their table and whispered to Quaraun: "You're new in town, right?”

“Yes. I just said as much. You weren't listening.”

“That means you didn't commit the murders." 

"Murders?" Quaraun asked.

"Sssshhhhhh. Not so loud." The man looked around the room, then whispered: "I need your help." 

"Our help?" 

"Yes."

"You don't even know who we are." 

"I know you are not murderers." 

Unicorn burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and then fell out of his chair and continued laughing while laying on the floor.

"What's wrong with him?" The man asked.

"He's a Faerie," Quaraun said. "They do that." 

"Oh." The man watched the Faerie as he continued to lay on the floor laughing uncontrollably.

"You were saying you needed our help?" Quaraun asked.

"Yes."

Quaraun kicked Unicorn. 

"Stop it," he said to the Phooka. 

Unicorn stopped laughing for a few seconds, and then started laughing again. 

"Is he all right?" 

"Oh, yes, he's fine. Faeries are very emotional creatures. Ignore him and continue, please."

"My name is Mallac. I am the chief of the Burgermeister's guards and he has assigned me to solve the mystery of the recent murders, but I'm no detective. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know who I can trust, I need help..." 

Unicorn sat up and pulled himself back up into his chair and said: "Un ya t'inks we looks likes, we be good upstanding, trustworthy, un-cannibalistic, non-murderous citizens willing for to helps ya, eh?" 

"Well...uhm...uhm...uhm..."

"What be tripping ya up, dat we is cannibalistic or dat we is murderers?" 

Mallac stared bugged eyed at Unicorn then sent a questioning glance back to Quaraun.

"Faerie," Quaraun said. "They say the first thing that comes out of their mouths, without stopping to think about what it is or how it sounds. Please, ignore him and continue with your story."

Quaraun popped a truffle into his pink painted mouth and waited for Mallac to continue.

"I don't know who I can trust and I've heard Elves are compassionate and willing to help those in need." 

Unicorn started laughing again.

"Ya heard... hahahaha! Elves! Hahahaha!"

"Unicorn..."

"Quaraun? Compassionate? Ha ha! Un willing to help! Ho ho, heh, ha!"

Mallac turned back to Quaraun. 

"Faerie," Quaraun said.

"You are an Elf aren't you?" 

"Yes. I am an Elf, but he's right. Faerie or no. You shouldn't trust strangers, not even an Elf. Especially not me."

"Why not?" 

"Why not trust strangers or why not trust Elves?" 

“Why not trust Elves.”

“There do exist cannibalistic murdering Elves.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Have you ever met one?”

“You're talking to one.”

“I am?”

“Yes.” 

“Where is it?”











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