Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 33 (usually - I keep renumbering these)
GhoulSpawn The Crazed and The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer
Scene: Sheep

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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By Wendy C Allen
eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat

I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.

GhoulSpawn The Crazed
and The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer: 
Free Sample Excerpt From The Novel
(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess)

GhoulSpawn The Crazed and 
The Rose Garden of The Pink Necromancer: 
Chapter: Sheep

GhoulSpawn, or rather the Thullid living in his body, sat at the table with Quaraun and Unicorn, but sat with his hands in his lap, glumly staring at the food before him and not touching it.

"Why is ya no eating, Ghouly?" Unicorn asked.

"I want to go home."

"Ya is home."

"Let me leave."

"Have ya anot'er home?"

"No."

"He's been living in a cave," Quaraun explained to Unicorn. "Ever since he was implanted. The Thullid knows the cave as 'home', not Black Tower."

"I used t alives in a cave," Unicorn said. "Caves is nice."

Unicorn slide a jar of honeycomb, dripping with golden honey, in front of GhoulSpawn. 

"Here. Eat."

"I'm not hungry," GhoulSpawn said.

"Yes ya is. And ya likes honey. I got that just for ya. Yis going t'rough tough time right now. I gots ya that to cheer ya up. I got stung by lots of bees getting that for ya."

Unicorn paused to think about his encounter with the bees.

“Huh? Ya know. I never been stung to death by bees. I found me a new way to die! Oh joy. Remind me to do that tomorrow.”

“Do what?” Quaraun asked.

“Find a bee hive, smash it up and let them sting me to death.”

Quaraun stared at Unicorn. There was so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t think of which one to say first. He wasn’t given the chance to say any of them though, as GhoulSpawn spoke up first.

"Please let me go."

Unicorn looked over at Quaraun.

"I remembers anot'er Elf saying that to me. Long time past. I caught him and kept him. And him just kept saysing it over and over again: 'Please let me go.' Him were hurt and I was trying to take cares of him, but him was so scared, him did not see it that way. Finally one day, I realize, it did no matter, how much I cared about him, how much I kept him warm and safe and fed and dry from the weather, him were like bird in cage, never more allowed to fly in the sky. I took care of him, but I also took hims freedom and so all he would do, was sit on the floor and say over and over again: 'Please let me go.' Broke my heart to see him so sad. So I let him go."

"What happened to him?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"He missed me. About a year later, he came back, invited me to go live with him. He didn't have a house at the time, so we just wandered around, until we found this lighthouse, moved in, and painted it pink."

"Quaraun was your prisoner?"

"Aye."

"When will you bring back the doors?" GhoulSpawn asked Quaraun.

"When I'm sure you won't run away,” Quaraun answered.

"I am your prisoner?"

"No. You are ill. I don't want you getting hurt. In here you're safe. Out there you'll die."

"Let me go."

"No. Come. It's getting dark. It's time for bed."

Quaraun took his cane and used it to stand up.

"Elves don't sleep."

"No. But Thullids do."

"You seek to get me in a trap."

"I'm a Thullid like you,” Quaraun said. “I seek to rest. I am injured. Remember? I need to rest."

"Where are you injured?"

"My leg. It's crippled. Thus the cane? I can't walk good any more. I can't run to chase you. You could easily outrun me and get away. Thus no doors."

GhoulSpawn moved closer to Quaraun and grabbed the wizard's arm.

"You're tiny."

"I know."

"It scares you."

GhoulSpawn examined the gold finger armour on Quaraun's hands.

"Your hands are crippled too. It's why you wear these. You can’t use your hands well. I remember you telling the Elf this."

"The Elf had a name."

"GhoulSpawn."

"Yes."

"I'm not GhoulSpawn."

"Has any one given you a name yet?"

"No," he said sadly letting go of Quaraun's hand. "I am alone. I have no one."

"You have me. I am your medusa, remember?"

Quaraun placed his hand lovingly on GhoulSpawn's face.

"I am stronger then you..." GhoulSpawn said to himself, looking at his hands and realizing how very small Quaraun was.

"Yes. You are... arragh!"

Quaraun let out a yelp of fear as GhoulSpawn swung the Elf around, pulled him close and squeezed his arm around the frail Elf's chest crushing his ribs into his lungs so he couldn't breath.

"Please don't!" Quaraun begged as the strong Half-Elf -Demon squeezed tighter.

Unicorn jumped up to attack, but Quaraun stopped him.

"No, don't."

Unicorn watched and waited.

GhoulSpawn held Quaraun tighter and tighter, testing to see how much he could hurt the Elf, how far he could go before the Elf fought back or the Lich stopped obeying the Necromancer. It was becoming difficult for Quaraun to breath, but still he held Unicorn back with a mind control spell that kept the Lich from moving forward. But it required the Necromancer the remain conscious in order to control the Lich and soon as Quaraun passed out, Unicorn lunged at GhoulSpawn's throat. 

The Half Elf let go of Quaraun. The Elf slumped to the floor. He was only unconscious for a few seconds. Dazed and gasping, Quaraun pushed himself up to his knees and tried to catch his breath. He looked around, trying to gain his bearings and saw Unicorn on top of GhoulSpawn, pummeling him.

"Stop!" Quaraun commanded, stretching his hands out in their direction, freezing them both.

Quaraun struggled with the cane, trying to get back up. Then he pulled Unicorn away from GhoulSpawn then unfroze them both.

"Well ya stop doing t'at ta me!" Unicorn snarled viciously at Quaraun, putting his face in Quaraun's so that their noses were touching.

Quaraun shivered in fear and backed away from the angry Lich.

"I didn't want you to kill him," Quaraun stammered fearfully.

"He was gonna kill ya, ya stupid dolt."

"That's how you killed the Sun Elves," GhoulSpawn said, backing away from Quaraun with dread terror in his eyes.

"What? No. I didn't kill the Sun Elves," Quaraun said.

"Yes you did. The Half Elf lied to you. He lied a lot. He was too scared of you to tell you the truth. You killed the Sun Elves. He's the only one who lived, because he's the only one you didn't freeze. You said the spell would wear off but it didn't. They starved to death. He tried to save them. He tried to undo your spell and set them free. But he couldn't. He didn't know you were a Thullid. He did know you were a Psyon. He thought you were using magic spells. He didn't know you were using mind control."

"He didn't know I was a Thullid."

"I can fight you with that."

"No you can't. No Thullid can match me. I'm an Elder Brain. I didn't enter this Elf as a larvae like you. I was already thousands of years old. I can control any Thullid in range of me."

"Than why didn't you fight back."

"Just now? I wanted to see what you'd do." Quaraun held a hand against his chest. "I think you broke some ribs. Damn you're strong."

"I'm a lot stronger then you."

Here's The Original Release Cover Art
From 2012

"Psychically no. But physically, yes. It was initially why I submitted to GhoulSpawn the first time he made sexual advances to me. I did not have the strength to push him away and I didn't know him well. I didn't know if he'd hurt me to get what he wanted. It was easier to let him take what he wanted."

"Why didn't you use your psychic powers on him?"

"Uhm... I... I didn't really want him to stop... I like being raped. I'm not sure why. And I like beautiful things. You've in one hell of a gorgeous body."

"Yis being a slut again," Unicorn snarled.

"I still like you better then him," Quaraun said to the Phooka. "You've got a barbed penis. Two of them. Both capable of knotting. And fact that you're undead you never get tired, you can fuck me every five minutes all day long. Ain't no one ever gonna beat you out of first place in bed. You really have nothing to be jealous of any one else about. I am never gonna not want sex with you."

"Then why ya need him?"

"Only thing better then one good lover in bed with me, is two good lovers in bed with me at the same time. Do you have any idea, how much I want both of you inside of me at once."

"Ya've any idea how much t'at'll hurt?"

"Yeah. Why do you think I want it. The more it hurts, the more I like it."

"Yis a crazy Elf."

"I could force you to bring back the doors," GhoulSpawn interrupted.

"By hurting me? Unicorn would kill you."

"Let me go."

"No."

"I could kill you in your sleep."

"Yes. You could. I am old and frail and weak. You are young and big and strong. I don't trust you to not try to hurt me in my sleep. You keep trying to hurt me and I'll lock you in a cage in the dungeon. Make you sleep on cobblestone with no hay and no blankets. See how long you like that."

"You want to hurt me."

"No. I want you to fuck me. I liked being fucked by GhoulSpawn. I don't like that you killed him and took his body. But since you did and I can't do anything about it, I'd like you to just keep right on being him for me."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

Quaraun waved a hand over his head and the spiral metal staircase to the fifth floor bedroom reappeared.

"I'm tired. He's horny. We're going to bed. You're coming with us. Go!"

Quaraun pointed to the stairs and waited for GhoulSpawn to go up them.

"What if I don't?"

Quaraun sighed and let his hand fall to his side.

"Unicorn, take us upstairs."

Before GhoulSpawn could say anything, the room around him vanished, instantly replaced by the elaborate pink bedroom of the Necromancer.

"You did that before," GhoulSpawn said pointing an accusing finger at Unicorn. "How do you do that?"

Unicorn shrugged. He didn't feel like talking to this new GhoulSpawn. He didn’t like the old GhoulSpawn and he was liking the new GhoulSpawn even less.

"It's called Blinking," Quaraun answered. "Or Shimmering. Or Fae Step. Most Faeries can do it. Younger ones can only move a few feet and only themselves. Older ones can move quite some distance with practice. More advanced ones can brings a person with them if they are touching them. Ancient ones, like Unicorn can move between rooms, villages, even countries and take people with them without touching them. Like he just did."

"The door is gone."

"Yes it is. I don't want you running away while I'm asleep."

"I could kill you in your sleep."

"Well that would be a really smart move on your part, wouldn't it? No doors. No windows, No food. No way out. Then you'd be stuck here forever. Starve to death, alone in this tower."

"I could just leave without you keeping me here." 

"The door won't come back with me dead. How would you get out?"

“I’ll jump out a window.”

“From the top of a lighthouse?”

GhoulSpawn looked around.

"The windows are gone too."

"Don't want you jumping out. At this height, you'd break both legs, if you lived through the fall at all. Jaggard cliffs on one side, raging ocean on the other. You’d be smashed on the rocks or drown in the ocean, or both."

"What am I supposed to do while you sleep?"

"You sleep in bed with us."

GhoulSpawn stared at the bed, his yellow eyes growing wide as he stared at the giant pink ruffled four poster bed.

"Why would I do that?"

"You always did."

GhoulSpawn's yellow eyes left the bed and now stared at Quaraun.

"I am not your friend."

"You're in his body."

"That does not make me him."

"I know."

"Then why treat me like I'm him?"

"You can learn to be him. Just as I learned to be the Elf I live in. It's not hard."

"You want me to be the Elf who died?"

"Yes. I do." 

"Why?"

"I loved him. He was one of my lovers. He was one of my favourite lovers. He was my favourite lover after Unicorn."

"He was your family?"

"Yes. Do you not remember?"

"I remember. I remember he liked touching you. He liked being touched by you. He was scared of Unicorn. And every thing scared him. He had many females. Elves. Humans. Demons. He liked touching them too. He liked being touched. He was scared of their fathers and husbands. The girls he bedded with were too young to be made pregnant or already married so he didn't have to take responsibility for the offspring he made. He had a wife in every town. Left every one of them soon as they got pregnant. He just liked being touched. He didn't want to be a father. He preferred very young girls, because there was no chance of making them pregnant and they didn't know what he was doing to them. He thrilled over the secrecy. He loved the sense of danger of bedding little girls. You thought him innocent. He was not. He was a pedophile and rapist. A grave robber and a thief. Necrophiliac. Couldn’t stop stealing sheep.  Kidnapper and a child molester. He was not a good person. He hid a lot of things from you. He hid sheep from every body. He ran from village to village, never had a place to call home, because he kept getting caught by fathers and husbands, in bed with their daughters and wives. When he didn't have any one else, he had his pockets full of sheep."

GhoulSpawn pulled a sheep out of one of his many dozens of pockets that were far bigger on the inside.

"What do think he keep things things in his pockets for?" 

Quaraun tried not to laugh. The sheep bleated. GhoulSpawn stuffed it back in his pocket.

"Your friend was a deviated sheep loving pervert."

Unicorn couldn't help but laugh. 

"We kinda knews t'at about him," Unicorn said. "Him were always trying to hide them sheep. Even when we saw him with them, him still swear up and down him had no sheep. Poor Ghouly. Him did like his sheep a bit too much."

"And you want me to be HIM?"

"Well," Quaraun smiled, trying not to laugh. "You don't have to fuck sheep like he did. Unless you want to. I certainly can't judge you if you did, considering what I do."

"You like letting horses fuck up your ass."

"Yes, I do. Ghouly had his sheep. I have my double dicked Unicorn."

"You're both deviated perverts." 


GhoulSpawn keep backing up until he hit the wall, and then slid to the floor and watched as the two lovers tore into each other with a rabid passion.

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


Sheep


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.

Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series






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

This novel was originally written on: 2012

This page last updated on: April 09, 2017

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or

Currency In Worldbuilding

and

The Dangers of World Travel

or 

Dragging a Body Through The Snow

and

Talking While Falling Asleep

or

Worldbuilding MoonQuakes and Disabled Characters for Fantasy Writers

or

I have everything but the kitchen sink...
wait, how'd that kitchen sink get in my pocket?

Writing Absurdist Fantasy Books

but

How long does it take to reach 1667 words? and 50k in one day - is it possible?

plus

What is the average typing speed?

plus

What (self-publishing) platform pays the most (for books)? My top 3 picks. Comparing my results from different places.


and

Knowing what to include when describing the surroundings of a scene

also

Validation Is a Cult

and

Open Strong, Stay Loud

and 

Where are the writers who love writing?

plus

Self-Publishing Success: Does Anyone Ever Succeed at Self-Publishing?

and

Where To Get Writing Ideas?

and

Writing What You Know Might Not Be What You Think It Is

and

Why I do not attend writing groups...are they all like this or just the ones in Maine?

but also

Don't Forget To Just Write 

because Yes, You Can!

Plus

The Park Bench Method of Writing (with 10k writing prompt list)

or

The Park Bench Method of Writing (just the article)

plus:

How did you build your audience?
Not online, that's for sure.
aka How to sell ten million books
aka How I sold ten million books.

Need Writing Prompts?

Conversations with ChatGPT on the art of writing

The Park Bench Method of Writing








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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single 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 telling you my car is haunted, telling you 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. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and 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 identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs 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 the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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