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USEDquaraunbook-lighthouse-keeperThe Pink Necromancer: Quaraun the Insane
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Spirit-Walk Slippers
A Pink Necromancer, short fiction story
The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane



By Wendy C Allen


Spirit-Walk Slippers

A pair of dove-grey silk slippers, lined in yak wool and stitched with graveyard dirt, embroidered with dainty pink silk flowers, rested in the old silk weaver’s lap. He had just finished making them and was debating should he sell them or keep them.

“What do they do?” GhoulSpawn asked.

“Let you walk safely where spirits gather,” Quaraun replied. “Leave no footprints unless followed. Hum softly if dead are near. Cannot be worn by liars. Will guide you home if lost in fog or memory.”

“How can a pair of shoes do all that?”

“Because I am an Elf.”

“Oh.” GhoulSpawn thought for a moment. “Nope. that don’t make no sense to me.”

Quaraun sighed. Frustrated by his apprentice.

“I am the Pink Necromancer, Wizard of the Di’Jinn Order, Sacred Pink JellyFish, Mother God and Elder Brain of the Thullids. These shoes will do whatever I tell them to do.”

“Uhm… okay. I still don’t get it, but, whatever.”.

Quaraun knelt by the loom, tiny silk threads catching moonlight like shards of glass, gold prosthetic fingers trembling.

“I do not trust shadows,” he said, voice tight, high, a squeak breaking out like a dying bird. “They move when I blink. Dust bunnies, cobwebs. All plotting.”

Jellyfish hair twined around his cane, brushing the floor, brushing against the graveyard dirt he’d sprinkled into the Spirit-Walk Slippers. His leg ached, a lightning zap down the knee, but he kept threading. Panic and obsession danced together.

“Quaraun, Love” BoomFuzzy called from the doorway. “You countin’ spirits again or you finally makin’ that infernal muck safe for wear?”

“They follow me,” Quaraun whispered, almost hiding behind silk bolts. 

“Who do?”

“Ghosts.”

“Well, shit, I knew that. Ya got me haunting yar arse don’t’cha?”

“I do not mean you. I mean other ghosts.”

“Is there other ghosties besides me haunting ya arse?”

“Liars, Humans. Do not enter my path. Or you die from shadows. I am warning you.”

“Who ya talking to now, Love?”

“They are everywhere.”

“Who is?”

“Ghosts of Humans. I shall destroy them all.”

“With silk slippers?”

“Yes.”

BoomFuzzy laughed, a low rolling sound, smelling of anise and gingerbread.

“Yar sweet daft JellyElf,” he said, flicking a stray flower out of Quaraun’s hair.

“Ya cannot fight spirits with silk alone. Let me show you. Watch.” He stomped once, the floorboards singing like strings of some twisted harp. Ice formed around the Frost Lich’s feet, frost crackling across the rug, a pale blue glow that made Quaraun blink. His slippers hummed, softly, alive. “See?”

“What does that prove?” Quaraun asked.

“Spirits know who owns the floor. They obey me, not you.”

“You are a Lich.”

“Exactly.”

“I am the necromancer.”

“Aye. Ya summon the dead. But when the dead need commanding, they follow me, not you.”

Quaraun huffed, arranging threads into patterns that spiralled like spider legs.

“I do not obey Humans.”

“No one said ya did.”

“The ghosts whisper to me and try to get me to obey. But I refuse.”
“You obey your shoes though,” BoomFuzzy said, grinning wide. “Every last stitch of spirit muck is in your favour. Come here, lemme fix your hair before it trips ya or worse.”

He tied a flower garland through the Elf’s twelve foot long jelly strands, pulled it tight so Quaraun squeaked, jumped sideways, and almost tipped over.

From the corner, GhoulSpawn now sat on the floor, surrounded by loot: shiny spoons, bent silver knives, and scraps of machinery he was cataloging. Toobe hovered nearby, blue glow pulsing, spitting trivia in mechanical voice.

“Probability of Quaraun tipping over increases by 0.37 per flower braid applied,” Toobe said.

GhoulSpawn scribbled furiously, adjusting a chart, nodding like the orb never lied.

“You plot my death too?” Quaraun asked, Toobe, pointing a trembling cane at them. “All of you, plotting. I shall curse you.”

GhoulSpawn shook head.

“No plots. Only notes. And maybe… chart the slippers? I’d like to understand how they function.”

“They are cursed!” Quaraun shouted, leaping a little, silk ribbons trailing, accidentally knocking over a tiny pile of GhoulSpawn’s loot. “Cursed.”

“Why?”

“Because I cursed them.”

“But why?”

“Spirits sing. Follow. Follow the living. Follow me. Whisper in my ears. Whisper lies. They are liars. They are…” he trailed off, picking up a brass thimble. “They are everywhere. In my lighthouse. In my garden. In my loom. In this thimble. Ghosts. Everywhere. Everywhere!”

BoomFuzzy clapped hands, boots scraping ice.

“Aye. But ya like it, don’t you? Danger. Ghosts. Them dead rotters hummin’ at your feet.” He bent close, close enough Quaraun could smell cloves and absinthe. Distinctive scents of BoomFuzzy in life, lingering on in death. “You fear us dead ones. I like ya with fear, JellyElf. Makes ya prettier.”

Quaraun flushed, twisting cane into silk, muttering poetry:

“Ribbons fall, and hums grow loud, 
Shadows peel the night apart. 
My feet are safe, 
My feet are cursed. 
I braid, I braid, I braid.”

The dainty silk slippers began to hum in Quaraun’s hands.

GhoulSpawn moved stealthy, collecting silver spoons, testing them for resonance with graveyard dirt.

“If you wear the slippers, Quaraun, ghosts will follow softly. Quetly. No harm if slippers worn correctly. Perhaps… less chaos. Is that correct?”

“Less chaos,” Quaraun echoed like a chant. “I hate less chaos. Less chaos kills me inside. My silk must flutter. My hair must whisper. I will die if no chaos.”

BoomFuzzy clapped again.

“Sweet JellyElf. Sit still, let me brush the shadows off you. Can’t have you faintin’ on me. That leg, that hand, all fragile as spider glass. Like Cinder Ella going to disappear at midnight.”

He rubbed Quaraun’s leg, humming a tune like ice cracking, silk threads shimmering under his fingers.

“Cinderella does not disappear at midnight,” Quaraun snarled. “The coach does. It turns back into a pumpkins, hissing snarl;ing, lashing, growling, vines that that strangle, teeth that nash. Pumpkins are evil.”

Slippers hummed louder now. Spirit dust spun up, twirling into patterns around Quaraun. Footsteps silent, soft. Cold wind seeped in from the black lighthouse. The loom’s threads clicked like teeth.

Quaraun inhaled, eyes darting to the corner, where GhoulSpawn crouched counting stolen spoons, Toobe hovering, writing chaos into charts.

“I trust them… somehow. Not Humans, not shadows. But you two… maybe. Unicorn. I trust Glinta and Toobe.”

“Aye.” BoomFuzzy kissed the top of the Moon Elf’s jellyfish hair. “Trust me, me wee pink jelly brain. We will keep your feet from falling into shadow puddles. You will live. And my fudge puppies wait for celebratory dance after, dance while wearing ya new silk slippers, eh?”

Quaraun sniffed the flowers in hair, adjusting garlands, patting Spirit-Walk Slippers.

“Live. Yes. Survive. Humming. Steps. Silk. No death. Only glittering. Only threads. Only…” He trailed off into the loom, whispering to threads like they were tiny spirits: “Only me.”

GhoulSpawn scribbled a chart labelled:

“Quaraun chaos vs. slipper efficacy”, to which Toobe added, “Probability of foot safety increases by 87 percent.”

Quaraun scowled at the chart, but kept weaving, humming to slippers, humming to ghosts, humming to life.

Outside, shadows prowled, pumpkins growled, tentacles twitched.

Inside, the trio existed in fragile order, silk and frost and spirit dust their shields, love and chaos binding them.

                    The End?


| ©2026 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |

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Seen in image: 

- IMAGE 1: The Pink Necromancer, Thullid Infested Moon Elf silk weaver, travelling merchant, & Royal Court Mage of The UnSeelie Court: Quaraun Swanzen on Noodle Beach. With his unhinged temper, his 12 foot long prehensile, venomous jellyfish tentacle hair, his deadly laser wand, and his inability to stay sober long enough to cast a spell properly, he is the most feared being in the known universe. Quaraun is literally a Space JellyFish (A Thullid) whom has taken control of the corpse of a dead Elf.

In the year 2525, a comet struck the Moon. Now, in 40th century Maine, Earth is frozen, the Moon is fractured, and UnDead Lobsters are a serious problem. And then there's Quaraun: The Pink Necromancer. Most feared super villain on Earth. Possibly the galaxy. Maybe ever. But all he wants is tea, silk embroidery, and a calm evening in his lighthouse.

- IMAGE 2: Master Chef Phooka turned Lich King of The UnSeelie Court: King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. He is king of the entire fucking planet. Defy him and he'll serve you as the main course of the next UnSeelie Court feast. The world's only known Unicorn, in his true form he is a tiny lilac coloured Shetland Pony with a gleaming silver horn. In his Lich form he is a blue crystal skeleton of a Friesian stallion. 

BoomFuzzy, the Unicorn Lich King of the UnSeelie Court, is Quaraun's dead husband. Technically dead. Officially terrifying. Unofficially the best baker left in the apocalypse.

- IMAGE 3: The Satyr-like, mad scientist Sheep Demon: Gremorse Liore aka GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and fast becoming the most powerful wizard in the universe.

GhoulSpawn, their brilliant, baffled companion, fell through time from 1978 and never found the way home. Now he juggles tech repairs, running from zombies, and being madly in love with the two most dangerous men of the apocalypse.

 - Art by Wendy Christine Allen. 

- Not seen here: Toobe: a deceptively innocent looking tiny flying silver metal orb that hoovers around GhoulSpawn, giving science reports and scanning for dangers, Toobe is a sadistically insane sentient AI from thirteen thousand years in the future, who is the real brains behind the plot of global domination.

Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:

  • Spirit-Walk Slippers

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story 

Domestic Lives of Dangerous Faeries - LGBTQAI+ Queer MPreg Cozy Fantasy Fiction w a F2M Elf Wizard, a Gay Faerie Chef, & a BiSexual Demon Time Traveller, Free To Read Online

Series Trigger Warnings:

 * Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover

 * Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man

 * Furry Yaoi 

 * Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.

 * Transman Mpreg

Not all things appear in all stories. 

Series Heat Level:

 * Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon

 * Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange

 * Novels: Orange, Lemon

What is the series about?

It's three god-level, planet destroying, alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon megalomaniac super villain bumbling wizards, and their ship's crew (The UnSeelie Court) with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, started a zombie apocalypse, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but are never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other, to ever get around to destroying the planet.

It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.




While there are around 20k pages on this website, most of them are blocked from search engines, with only around 800 of them available for appearing in Google/Bing/etc search results. The remainder can only be accessed via the various links found throughout this site. This was done deliberately on my part, and I did it because the bulk of the pages on this website are chapters from 138 novels and 423 novellas, so only the first page of each novel and novella indexed by search engines, and the remainder are linked in order, one page at a time, via clicking "next page" at the end of each. So if you are looking for a specific page from a specific novel, Google can't help you.



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