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The Golden Rooster
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The Golden Rooster
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The Summoner of Darkness:
The Golden Rooster
(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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The trio had found a village with a tavern named The Golden Rooster and settled down into the booth at the back to try to avoid attention, which was difficult to do, when your group consisted of a transvestite albino Elf with extra long hair, foot long pointy ears covered in gold hoops each hoop with a gold chain connected back to the gold ring in his nose, while wearing neon pink sequined sari and huge fluffy feather boas, travelling with an undead Faerie Horse, and a squid headed brain sucking alien. At some point they had misplaced the tiny green Goblin, but ZooLock was not overly concerned about his missing thrall, as Xanoodut often got lost and eventually would find his way back to them.
Quaraun had difficulty staying seated, with father made it difficult for them to not draw attention to themselves. The Elf talked with his hands more often then he realized and had a short temper. In between his constant arguing with Unicorn and ZooLock he was repeatedly jumping up from his seat to stamp around in circles, screaming at the ceiling and shaking his fists. Every time he did this every Human in the tavern stopped what they were doing to stare at the strange little pink robed Elf wizard. None of them could understand a word the odd little Elf was saying and they were uncertain if he was drunk or insane or both.
“Is that an Elf?”
“Looks like one.”
“Tiny little thing, ain't it?”
“What's wrong with it?”
“Must be drunk.”
“What is it wearing?”
“No clue.”
“Have you ever seen so many pink feathers?”
“Have you ever even seen pink feathers before?”
“I always heard pure blooded Elves were crazy.”
“That one's crazier then those half-Elf wizards up in that tower.”
“Yeah.”
With Elves being as rare as they were now, none of the Humans knew if this was just how Elves acted normally or not. However there were a few half-Elves in the village and they certainly did not act normal by any Human standard, though they also did not act as crazed as this little pink wizard was doing, so the Humans concluded that this Elf was acting like an Elf should be acting
Unicorn, being originally from Alba, spoke with a thick Scottish accent. The dark skinned Phooka spoke to Quaraun in the Elf's native tongue, which Quaraun never thought strange, though he should have, given that the Moon Elves had died out three centuries ago, Quaraun being the last, and with them, their ancient Elven language had died out with them. All Elves were rare these days, and the Moon Elf language had been thought of as a dead language even when there were still Moon Elves alive.
Quaraun had had to learn the many varied languages of the Humans, the lesser Elf races, and other nonElven races in order to communicate with them. There was no one to speak his native tongue. The Moon Elf language was as dead to the Elves as Latin was to the Humans which was why the poor Moon Elf had taken up the bad habit of talking to himself, in order to keep from forgetting how to speak his native tongue. Unfortunately for Quaraun, what he did not realize is that he long ago had stopped speaking the ancient Moon Elf language and was in fact speaking the Thullid language to himself most days. The Thullid language was not an Earth language, the Thullids being aliens from a far distance galaxy who's ship had crash landed on Earth centuries ago.
The Thullid language was made up of a lot of 'L's, 'T's, 'X's, and 'I's and not many other letters, and consisted of very snake-like, slithering hissing sounds. The language was spoken very fast and often intermingled with screams, and shrieks, that actually were words, but sounded to Humans like screaming and shrieking, and so, Quaraun, in his eye-popping pink beaded gowns, walking in circles, screaming and shrieking to himself in a language that sounded nothing like a language at all, terrified most people.
Quaraun rarely spoke to anyone, as he was often too busy having conversations with himself to notice there was anyone around to talk to.
Most people who came across Quaraun, dressed as he dressed and talking to himself in the Thullid language, heard nothing but a lot of wild rambling gibberish that didn't sound anything like any Earth language they had ever encountered and so most people took Quaraun for a psychotically deranged, gibbering idiot and was very careful to avoid him.
Few realized that Quaraun was no longer an Elf at all, but rather was in fact a Thullid.
Quaraun was a Thullid Spawnling. The Thullid had killed the Elf. That's what Thullid do, they kill Elves and then take over their bodies. Even they're closet friends won't know they're dead, the Thullid larvae hollow out their skulls and live inside their heads, fusing their tentacles to the nerves.
Quaraun's icy white blue eyes were cold. Empty. Completely devoid of any emotion. They were not the kind eyes of an Elf, but the empty emotionless eyes of a Thullid. Quaraun was not an Elf, not any more. Unicorn had said it many times before, but most people didn't want to believe it. Quaraun was dead. He'd been dead a long time. A Thullid had taken up residence in his body, infesting him, infecting him, when he was just 3 years old, and eventually devouring his brain and replacing it with it's own brain. Quaraun the Elf had died centuries ago, at the young age of only 9 years old, and all that remained was the empty husk that was reanimated by the tiny pink jellyfish living in the dead Elf's hollowed out skull.
Looking into Quaraun's emotionless dead eyes, you knew something was wrong with him. Quaraun was nothing but the long dead corpse of an Elf whose body had become the home of an alien sea creature. Quaraun had become someone else. He had become a Thullid. Unicorn shuddered to think of the horrible agony Quaraun would had to have suffered through. To be captured by a Thullid, to have it hold him down and drill a hole into the back of his head, them implant a larvae into his brain. The weeks and months of agony that would have followed as the larvae feed off the poor Elf's brain, while rooting it's spidering tentacles throughout his body, replacing his nerves with it's own, hollowing out his muscles and refilling them with its own.
The poor Elf had suffered in agony for years while the creature slowly took over his body and learned to replicate his words and actions. In all the Realms there was no death more horrific or more feared, then to die by Thullid infestation. Unicorn had never known Quaraun the Elf, only Quaraun the Thullid, meaning the real Quaraun had suffered in agony, alone, with no one there to comfort him. The real Elf had died such a horrendous death.
Quaraun looked like an Elf, he had been born an Elf, but it was the Jellyfish living in his brain, that is who Quaraun really was. It was this reason, that Quaraun could often be seen, talking to himself, in a language that was filled with squishy, fish-like shrieks and screams that made little sense to the people who met him.
Quaraun spoke 84 common languages. In spite of this, the Phooka did not address Quaraun in any of the common Human languages, nor in any common Elven language, nor did he speak in Phookan, but rather spoke to Quaraun in the ancient Moon Elf dialect of the royal family. The fact that anyone even remembered the rare Moon Elf race at all was in itself an anomaly, and though the Phooka was messing up the language badly, it was clear he was familiar with it well enough to speak more or less fluid conversation using it.
Quaraun, being the highly educated High Elf that he was, spoke most of the known languages of the region, and thus immediately shifted his own speech to match whatever language was being spoken to him. His ability to speak most every language, could sometimes make talking to him difficult as he could, and often did, change languages mid-sentence and rarely realized he was doing it. Most of his conversation with the Phooka was thus a strange blend of his own native Moon Elf, mixed with Thullid in a bizarre language Quaraun had unknowingly created for himself in his last two hundred years of hermit like solitude. The Phooka, able to speak both Moon Elf and Thullid, was quick to pick up on this difficult self-language Quaraun had made for himself, but was having trouble verbally speaking it and ended up getting quite a bit of it wrong, which amused the Moon Elf, but at the same time was a relief to find someone willing to communicate with him on his level instead of forcing him to learn their language.
When Quaraun finished screaming at nothing, he went looking for a waitress that wasn't too terrified of him to take his order.
“I want melba toast, biscotti, apricot jelly, and chocolate sauce,” Quaraun repeated to the girl.
“And I already told you, this is the only toast we have, I have no idea what biscotti is and we don't have apricot anything or chocolate!”
Angry at not getting what he wanted to eat, Quaraun flung a pink feather boa over his shoulder and sulked back to the booth, where he found Unicorn and ZooLock, screaming at each other in the Thullid tongue.
The Phooka and the Thullid bickered the pros and cons of religion and Chaos Cults as they ate. ZooLock, a devote priest of Gluoxilick, Llearsii, Yog-Sothoth, Kaajh'Kaalbh, Cxaxukluth, Ycnàgnnisssz, Xexanoth, Baoht Z'uqqa-Mogg, and other Chaos Demon prophets, firmly believed, as did Unicorn, that Quaraun was the great pink Jellyfish, known as The Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets. ZooLock had nothing but praise for his Lord and master, The Sacred Pink JellyFish and the Chaos Gods of the Under Realm. Unicorn on the other hand had no sympathy for priests and found the idea of religion detestable. Unicorn would have been perfectly happy to see religion vanish off the face of the Earth, while ZooLock thought there needed to be more and more religion.
“...especially now!” ZooLock said ending his monologue of all the reasons more churches were needed.
“What does ya me by especially now?” Unicorn asked.
“The fruition has come!”
“More like the frustration has come,” Quaraun grumbled.
“They does not have the fancy pants food ya wants, no?” Unicorn asked.
“No. Never heard of it. What kind of a back woods town is this?”
“The Sacred Jelly Elf must have the food she desires!” ZooLock declared.
“ZooLock, will you stop worshipping me? It's getting a little annoying.”
“But you are so worthy of worship.”
“No I'm not. And I'm not a sheElf, stop calling me a she.”
“Will you permit me to go in search of food for you?” ZooLock asked.
“You want me to unchain you and let you walk out of here?”
“Yes, your grace.”
“ZooLock, stop worshipping me.”
“I am most certain that I can find the food you have desire for.”
“In this hicksville town?”
“Yes. Most certain.”
Quaraun stared at the purple squid beast and contemplated the thought of letting the Thullid go free.
“Go.”
Quaraun waved his hand towards the door.
“Will you not remove my chains?”
“I'll think about it while you're gone. If you come back, maybe I will.”
The Thullid bowed and recited psalms of praise before leaving the tavern.
“Think he'll come back?” Unicorn asked.
“I think he's stupid enough, yes.”
“Will ya let him go free?”
“Maybe, if he comes back.”
“If he does nae come back?”
“I'll send my DracoLich to find him, like I always do.”
“Ya does nae really have a reason for keeping him, do ya?”
“No.”
“Then why ya keep him?”
"He kept me prisoner for many years. I just want him to know what it feels like. To his credit, he never hurt me and he did take care of me on some level. He's a religious fanatic and having me was like having some sort of trophy sitting on a shelf. But I had no freedom.”
“That why ya travel so much now ain't it?”
“Kind of. Yeah. So many centuries of being locked in a tiny goldfish bowl, when I used to have an entire ocean to swim in.”
“ZooLock one what put ya in the Elf, did him not?”
“Yes. Now I'm trapped in an Elf's head.”
“Him always call ya a she. Is ya?”
“Yes. I'm a female Jelly trapped inside the body of a male Elf.”
“Can ya no change bodies?”
Hamsa
Eye of The Grigoi
Eye of the Watchers
Eye of God
Hand of God
Eye of Protection
Evil Eye
Gypsy Curse
“I could have, decades ago. But not without killing the Elf, and now, there's little left of the Elf. I'm fully integrated into his body now.”
“Is the Elf still alive?”
“On some levels. His body lives on.”
“But his mind?”
“I try not to think about it. Thullid infestation is the worst possible death for an Elf. He suffered in agony for years, while I devoured his brain and absorbed his thoughts and learned to mimic his speech and habits. The poor Elf, he knew what was happening to him. He knew I was becoming him, taking over his life, so that I could live among the Elves without them knowing what I truly was. And there was nothing he could do to stop it, to save himself, to tell any one what was happening to him. Most Thullids, we forget. We don't like to think about what it is we have to do in order to survive. But I did not forget. I make sure never to forget. Our kind, we kill to live. The poor Elf. I refuse to implant Elves for that reason.”
“Can ya do that?”
“Implant my spawn into the brains of more Elves? Yes. Unfortunately.”
“I did nae know that.”
Further down the hall sliding doors revealed a well-kept and britly decorated dining area, blue willow china in white china cabinets, white walls, and dusty fake flowers sitting in a dark blue vase on the white table.
"It's quite nice," Quaraun said as he looked round. "I hadn't expected that."
Grey stone, around the door, red brick around the rest of the lower half, the upper half-timbered and white with a sloping room covered in brown roof tiles.
"It's a nice place you've got here," Quaraun said to the tavern keeper. "Have you got any peach melba?"
"No."
"I want Peach Melba."
"We don't have any. I don't even know what it is?"
"Peach Melba?"
"We just remodeled..."
"And you did an admirable job of that," the Elf said. "But people can't always get what they want. It's time to rid the world of your gentle lies, and give them back the truth that they need."
"Is ya feeling okay," Unicorn asked Quaraun."
"I'm fine."
"Yis seem unfine."
"Why?"
"I t'inks de drugs still aidling ya head."
"Are they?"
"Looks it. Yis no conversing properly."
"Am I not?"
"Ah! Un now ya is just olde un stupid," he snarked back at Quaraun.
"What?"
Quaraun was uncertain he had heard what Unicorn was saying. He looked around the room. The stairs were melting into the ceiling. The tables were dripping like candles, pooling on the floor.
"That's not right," Quaraun said. "I think I need to lay down."
A hovering server keeps interrupting their conversation. Quaraun pushed the waitress away, and muttered about Peach Melba. He was suspecting Unicorn was right, that he still wasn't seeing or hearing things properly and he couldn't be certain of anything going n around him.
Quaraun not getting the food he wanted from the tavern, started digging around in the tiny beaded heart shaped bag that hung from his belt, looking for a jar of apricot preserves, and a box of chocolate truffles. The tiny pink bag was about big enough to carry ten coins in it, however Quaraun was pulling out boxes and bottles and jars and books and scrolls and swords and knives and other assorted things, none of which should have fit in the tiny bag which was much bigger on the inside.
"Sugar cubes!"
Quaraun had found the sugar cubes, the Gremlin had given him and placed them on the table with the rest of the items, then continued looking through his bag.
“Ah! My throne!”
Quaraun pushed aside the tavern chair, and pulled a giant gold throne with bright pink velvet cushions out of his bag and set it next to the table. After a few more minutes of search, he found the food he was looking for and set up a feast of sweets and candied for himself, put everything else back in his bag, then settled down in his throne, to eat candy and listen to his friends debate religion.
The hovering server continued interrupting their conversation during the meal.
"I wish I had natural born magic powers like you Gypsies do," she said to Quaraun. "I hate being Human."
"Like us Gypsies?" Quaraun asked.
"Yeah."
The girl sat down beside Quaraun, propped her elbows on the table, plopped her chin on her hands and gazed dreamily into the Moon Elf's large crystal blue eyes.
"Did any one ever tell you, you have the most beautiful blue eyes?"
"All the time. My lover makes sure to tell me every day."
"Could you use another one?"
"Another eye?"
"Another lover?"
"I'm quite happy with the one I have."
"Wouldn't another one be nice?"
"Are you suggesting yourself?"
"Of course!"
"You're a Human."
"So?"
"And you're female."
"Aren't you male? I mean, you look like a woman in that get up and all, but every one says you're a man in a dress..."
"Man... in... a ... dress?" Quaraun repeated the words slowly, thinking on their meaning.
The young love sick girl continued to blabber on, but Quaraun was no longer listening and did not hear what she was saying.
"I AM NOT A MAN!" Quaraun suddenly yelled as he lept up from his seat and slmmed his hands palm down on the table. "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A MAN!"
"Oh boy," Unicorn muttered, leaning back in his seat and watching the Elf have a public meltdown.
"But I thought..." the girl stammered looking confused.
"I'M AN ELF!"
"I didn't say y..."
"I AM NOT A HUMAN."
"But..."
"I DON'T LOOK LIKE A HUMAN."
"But I..."
"I DON'T DRESS LIKE A HUMAN."
"I like the..."
"I DON'T ACT LIKE A HUMAN."
"I wasn't..."
"I DON'T CONSORT WITH HUMANS."
"But you're in..."
"I DON'T WILLINGLY SPEND TIME IN HUMAN VILLAGES."
Tears welled up in the girl's eyes.
"AND I CERTAINLY DON'T FUCK HUMANS! I HATE HUMANS! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Quaraun pulled out his wand and shook it in the girl's face nearly hitting her nose with it. Electric blue sparks jumped angrily from it's tip, some of them hitting the girl.
"Oww!" She cried, holding her hand over her nose. "That hurt!"
"Get away from me," Quaraun snarled.
"You don't have to be such a bully!"
The girl jumped up and ran out of the tavern crying. Quaraun pocketed the wand and sat back down.
"She right, ya know," Unicorn said.
"About what?"
"Ya does no has to be such a bully."
"I'm not."
"Ya sure?"
"You heard her."
"I did. She was screaming fan girl gushing with love for ya, just likes every other female what walks by ya un falls into ya lap, in love wid yas at first sight. Ya forgets how hypnotically beautiful ya be."
"I know how beautiful I am. I never forget that."
"Tis true," Zoolock butted in. "The beauty of this body is exactly why we chose it to be the abode of our ladyship."
"Stop calling me your ladyship. And this is a Human village. Why are we in a Human vilage?"
"Ya wanted to come here on account of dat tower speaking to yas, remember."
"She called me a Human."
"I does nae t'ink she meant too."
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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
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Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness
Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.
Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.
Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.
ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.
NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.
Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.
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Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?
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Quaraun is a character I play in Dungeons & Dragons. Like most every other novel in the series, this novel is based off the notes taken from an actual game play session. The Summoner of Darkness is based off the Dungeons & Dragons Campaign: The Murder of the Seven Points by Erik Yaple. If you are a Dungeon Master interested in running a game using this story, the game guide used is this one here --->>> |
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List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:
The Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness
EelKat and The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin
A Letter To Home
HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep
Highwaymen
Another Letter To Home
Hellhounds
The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep
"I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn
A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies
A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 2)
The Road To Witch Pond (Part 3)
The Pumpkins Are Following Us
A Third Letter To Home
The Abandoned Cathedral
A Piano Fell From The Sky
The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky
GhoulSpawn and Quaraun Trapped With A Phooka
Night Terrors
"Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."
The Pregnant Jelly Fish
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
A Fourth Letter To Home - The Masochistic Elf With Stockholm Syndrome
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Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us The Black Lighthouse Strange Nightmares Pumpkins Again |
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The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning
Food Fight In a Funeral Home
Shrimp Dinners
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries.
Visiting The Scene of Murder #1 With An UnGelded Stallion
The Sixth Letter To Home
The Fetishes of Phookas
Back At The Tavern and Still No Shrimp
A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"
A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future
A Tavern Scene Part 3 - Quaraun, Unicorn, GhoulSpawn, - Time Travel, Chastity Cages, and Whores
He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)
ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2
Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches
The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of
Explosions From The Sea
A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse
The Blind Phooka
You Always See The Pony?
Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower
Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp
The Thullids Arrive In Town
Investigating Murder #5
ZooLock's Thullid Cultists
Where Are You Hiding That Horse?
Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder
Murder #6 - The Real Murder
The First Try At Entering Black Tower
The Black Tower's Garden of Death
The Hostess Twinkie Aisle of Biddeford Wal-Mart
Elves In Chandeliers
Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy
The Train Station
Back At The Tavern
Mallac and The Murder Weapon
Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price
Why is there an elephant in my bed?
"Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"
Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)
HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower
Elwin
"My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"
The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef
Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children
Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
Back At Black Tower
The Bottomless Pit
I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
The Cult of The Sacred Pink Jelly Fish
The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
Darkness Falls
Back To Black Tower Again
The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
On Board The VISION-D8
Elwin Again (The End?)
Did You Know?
The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.
While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.
The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.
EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.
Answering Reader Questions:
GhoulSpawn's Sheep Explained
A staple in every story that features GhoulSpawn, is his glittering technicolour herd of sheep, that gather around him to listen as he reads Dungeon's & Dragons manuals, while sitting in a red armchair, in the middle of some field.
I own the red chair, btw, which you see me sitting in in my BookTube videos while I read. You can see it in this video here:
The 2 most common reader questions asked about GhoulSpawn are:
- What the hell is it with the sheep? They don't serve any plot point and seem to be there for no reason at all. What the hell?
- Does GhoulSpawn have sex with his sheep or not?
The first story to feature Gremlin as a main character was The Wild Years, published in 1987. In this story he is a member of PETA on a mission to shut down Procter & Gamble, after encountering a local sheep farm that supplies lambs for Iams dogfood. In the slaughterhouse on the farm is a conveyor belt, onto which baby lambs are herded, then dropped into a grinder where they are chopped up while still alive.
If you have a stomach strong enough to view such things, you can see BOTH the Proctor & Gamble animal by-product grinder and McDonald's hamburger making grinder in this video here, which shows it being used on baby chickens and baby cows.
(The chicken grinder shown in this video is P&G's Iams dog food processing plant and the cow grinder seen here are Mcdonald's hamburgers be made for you.)
Please be warned, this anti-war, human rights, and animal rights protest video shows EXTREMELY GRAPHIC real life footage of poachers, slaughterhouses, human trafficing, KKK attacks, beheaded ISIS victims, and children killed by landmines.
VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED!
Back to GhoulSpawn, the series' resident uber extreme animal rights activist...
This was a very real farm and a very real machine which I had seen when I was 8 years old, and was the reason I became an animal rights activist and a vegetarian. This aspect of GhoulSpawn's character, his being a vegan animal rights activist with a vendetta against P&G is based off my own life. (If you did not know, I am the founder of the real world Procter & Gamble Boycott and many of the Twighlight Manor books were written specifically for the boycott, thus why a character like The Gremlin took centre stage.)
Readers came to know that if Gremlin was in the story, so too would be references to the evils of Procter & Gamble, Iams dogfood's horrific sheep grinding machine, and mysterious disappearing sheep, along with his random ramblings against McDonald's, Burger King, and other giants in the animal abuse industry.
Unfortunately for GhoulSpawn, he's often rambling on deaf ears, as Quaraun, Unicorn, and others from the 1400s, have no way to comprehend the future atrocities being described by the time traveller. The reactions of people from the 1400s varies from thinking GhoulSpawn is a raving lunatic (thus why he is dubbed "GhoulSpawn the Crazed") to people understanding that he has seen something which has horribly upset him and feeling pity for him, but not really being able to understand exactly what he is talking about.
And then, when he can't get people to listen to him, he starts pulling sheep out of his pockets, not realizing that back in the 1400s he's surrounded by superstitious people who view magic, Wizards, and such things as evil sorcery and people practicing them as witches to be burned and destroyed. As a teenager from the 1970s, GhoulSpawn has as much trouble comprehending the 1400s mind as they have comprehending him.
As no one but GhoulSpawn can get anything out of or even see anything in his pockets, he can safely stuff sheep in his pockets and then innocently stand there while people run around like mad trying to figure out where all the sheep are disappearing to. He'll stuff another sheep in his pockets every time no one is looking and will continue to do this until the entire herd is gone/in his pockets. At which point he'll then jump back in his 1974 AMC Gremlin, fly back to the 1400s and set the sheep loose in green pastures.
GhoulSpawn has a particular affinity for Cotswold sheep, and his habit of stealing/rescuing sheep and taking them to the past, is used as an explanation for why Cotswolds were so very overpopulated in Medieval times, yet today are considered an endangered species.
Over the years it became a running gag in the series for other characters to bully and tease Gremlin claiming he had a sex fetish for sheep. However, GhoulSpawn does not have sex with his sheep and often seen deeply upset over the accusation. Because most people in the 1400s do not believe GhoulSpawn is a time traveller from the future, they say that he made up his story of rescuing sheep from "the gambler" to cover up habits of beasillity. Quaraun and Unicorn remain two of the only people to believe GhoulSpawn's story as he has taken them to the future and they have seen the things he speaks of for themselves.
The reason for GhoulSpawn's obsession with sheep, is a secret he rarely reveals and is known only to his closet friends: while the series often bills him as a half-Elf, leaving people to assume in also half-Human, is is rather instead half-Demon, specifically he is an Uruisg, which is a Scottish Sheep Demon, a man with the upper body of a man and the lower body of a Cotswold sheep.
In keeping with the actual Irish, Welsh, and Scottish folklore about Uruisg, GhoulSpawn is somewhat of a trickster and causes chaos to ensure whenever he is around. Also like the actual folklore he is a notorious thief and pickpocket, compulsively unable to control his urge to simply pick up and take every shiny object he sees.
Who Is GhoulSpawn?
This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.
In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.
Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon.
GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul".
GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.
The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.
GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.
The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.
After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.
Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.
GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.
There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.
GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.
Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence.
Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.
GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.
Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.
This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.
GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.
For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.
For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.
You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:
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Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?
Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:
If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It:
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)
Interview With EelKat
While Walking On The Real Road To
Witch Hole Pond In Bar Harbour, Maine
A Real Turtle In Witch Hole Pond:
A Bald Eagle Bathing In Witch Hole Pond:
And the swamp just before the pond...
Driving Park Loop Road Around Witch Hole Pond...
And climbing Bubble Rock Mountain overlooking Witch Hole Pond...
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This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016
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