Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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The Arrival
an alien artifact that crashes to Earth, its presence warping reality around it and driving anyone who comes into contact with it to madness and violence..
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
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 wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but 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 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.
The Arrival
🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸
The icy winds howled through the barren landscape, carrying with them a scent of desolation. In the heart of Maine’s frigid wastelands, the fractured moon cast eerie, silvery light over the endless expanse of snow and jagged rocks. The lighthouse stood tall, a solitary beacon of light amidst the gloom, its beam slicing through the perpetual fog.
Quaraun, wrapped in resplendent pink silk, leaned heavily on his cane as he navigated the treacherous path to the shore.
BoomFuzzy trailed behind, his cataract-clouded eyes useless in the pitch-black night, relied on his keen hearing, following the soft crunch of Quaraun’s footsteps.
Beside them, GhoulSpawn, bulky and towering, moved with an uneasy grace, his cloven hooves crunching through the frozen snow covered beach sand.
Quaraun suddenly stopped, causing BoomFuzzy to slam into him, and fall over.
“Can ya not do that!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as GhoulSpawn helped him back to his feet. “I can’na see when ya stop, ya know.”
But Quaraun wasn’t paying attention to BoomFuzzy’s complaints. The Moon Elf’s long thin ears were pricked up, alert and twitching.
“Unicorn,” Quaraun whispered. “Do you hear that?”
BoomFuzzy tilted his head, listening intently.
A faint, otherworldly hum resonated through the air, growing louder with each passing moment.
GhoulSpawn looked up, scanning the horizon, just in time to witness a blazing object streak across the sky, crashing into the distant forest with a thunderous roar.
“Look at that!” he said.
Quaraun, however, was already moving in that direction. Heading away from the beach and into the forest behind the lighthouse.
“I guess we should follow him,” GhoulSpawn said to BoomFuzzy.
“Aye. Just do no be an idiot like him. In case ya forgot, I is blind. I can no see where he went.”
“I’ll help you.”
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn trailed along behind Quaraun, GhoulSpawn guiding the old blind Phooka.
The forest was a place of dread, its ancient trees twisted and gnarled, draped in a veil of perpetual mist.
As they approached the crash site, the air grew thick with an unnatural presence, a pulsating energy that made the hair on their arms stand on end. The trees seemed to warp and bend, their branches clawing at the sky in agony.
In the centre of the impact zone lay the artifact, a grotesque sphere of metal and organic matter, its surface covered in intricate, eldritch designs. A massive, unblinking eye dominated its front, staring into the void with malevolent intent. Tendrils of dark energy snaked out from the artifact, distorting reality itself.
Quaraun approached the artifact, a twisted smile spreading across his face.
“What is it?” GhoulSpawn asked.
“Fascinating,” Quaraun whispered. “It speaks to me.”
“I don’t hear anything.”
“There are voices in it.”
Quaraun reached out, his gold plated fingers brushing against the cold, alien surface. The moment contact was made, a surge of power coursed through him, his mind flooded with visions of chaos and destruction.
GhoulSpawn watched in horror as Quaraun’s eyes glazed over, his expression shifting from fascination to madness.
“Quaraun, we should leave this thing be,” GhoulSpawn warned, his voice trembling.
“Nonsense!” Quaraun snapped, his voice dripping with malevolent glee. “This artifact holds immense power. With it, we can bend reality to our will, control the minds of Humans, and usher in a new era of darkness.”
Despite protests made by GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy, Quaraun picked up the great glaring metal encased eye and carried it with him back to their lighthouse.
Days turned into weeks, and the presence of the artifact took its toll on the surrounding area.
The once tranquil forest transformed into a nightmarish landscape, the trees withering and twisting into grotesque shapes. Wildlife became feral and hostile, squirrels, rabbits, and sparrows attacking anything that ventured too close.
Within the lighthouse, the atmosphere grew tense and suffocating.
Quaraun’s obsession with the artifact consumed him, his experiments becoming increasingly dangerous and unhinged. He used the artifact’s power to amplify his necromantic abilities, raising legions of undead lobsters to patrol the shoreline.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, once united in their love and shared goals, found themselves at odds, arguing night and day.
BoomFuzzy’s concern for Quaraun’s sanity clashed with GhoulSpawn’s scientific curiosity about the artifact’s origins.
“Ghouly, this thing is destroying him,” BoomFuzzy pleaded one night. “We must do something.”
“I know.” GhoulSpawn’s yellow eyes flickered with uncertainty. He too was tempted by the strange alien object. “But the artifact’s power… it could be the key to understanding the universe.”
“If we do’na stop him, there may soon be no universe left to understand.”
One stormy night, as lightning split the sky and thunder rumbled like an angry god, BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn confronted Quaraun in the lighthouse’s dimly lit chamber.
The artifact sat in the centre, its malevolent eye casting an ominous glow.
“Quaraun, this has to stop,” BoomFuzzy said firmly. “The artifact is driving you mad. It warping reality around us.”
“You do not understand, Unicorn,” Quaraun said. His eyes burned with crazed glee. “With this power, I can become a god!”
“A god?” BoomFuzzy asked. “Is that the Elf talking? Or the JellyFish?”
“You know the Elf is dead.”
“So, the JellyFish.”
“We love you, Quaraun,” GhoulSpawn said, his voice gentle yet resolute. “We cannot let you destroy yourself and everything around you.”
For a moment, it appeared Quaraun might listen, the madness in his eyes flickering with a brief spark of lucidity. But then the artifact pulsed, sending a wave of dark energy through the room. Quaraun’s face twisted into a snarl, and he raised his cane, channeling the artifact’s power.
“You dare defy me?!” he screamed, unleashing a torrent of necromantic energy.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn braced themselves, but the artifact’s power was too much. The room twisted and distorted, reality itself bending under the weight of Quaraun’s wrath.
Just as it seemed the chaos would consume them, GhoulSpawn lunged forward, his massive form colliding with Quaraun.
The impact knocked Quaraun off balance, his grip on the artifact’s power faltering.
BoomFuzzy seized the moment, using his ceremonial obsidian blade to sever the tendrils of dark energy connecting Quaraun to the artifact.
With a final, desperate scream, Quaraun collapsed to the floor. The artifact’s eye dimmed.
The lighthouse stood in eerie silence, the storm outside having passed. Quaraun lay unconscious, his body trembling as he fought the lingering madness within.
BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn stood over him, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion.
“We did it,” BoomFuzzy said, his voice barely above a whisper.
GhoulSpawn nodded, his eyes lingering on the now dormant artifact.
“But at what cost?”
The forest outside began to slowly recover, the twisted trees straightening and the wildlife returning to normal. The artifact’s malevolent influence had been contained, for now. But the scars it left behind would serve as a grim reminder of the darkness that had almost consumed them.
As Quaraun stirred, his eyes opening to the sight of his lovers standing over him, he knew that the battle was far from over.
BoomFuzzy took the artifact and locked it in one of the trunks in the basement, and Quaraun agreed to leave it be. But the artifact’s power still called to him, a seductive whisper in the back of his mind. And in the shadows, the fractured moon watched over them, a silent witness to their struggle against the madness that threatened to consume them all.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.