Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
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🌸🦄🌸 The following story is part of a long running Furry Yaoi MPreg Fiction series 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. 🌸🦄🌸
It features a transman main character who is an often pregnant megalomaniac supervillain necromancer, married to an unhinged Faerie King.
This series was started September 23, 1978, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories. it celebrates it’s 50th, yes FIFTYITH! anniversary since the publication of it’s very first story (Friends Are Forever) on September 23, 2028!
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane — A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction
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- The Golden Mask 🌸🦄🌸 {A Pink Necromancer Poem; featuring Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun aka The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and his Twighlight Manor} 🌸🦄🌸
The Golden Mask
The Golden Mask 🌸🦄🌸
{A Pink Necromancer Poem; featuring Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun aka The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and his Twighlight Manor} 🌸🦄🌸
Note for those unfamiliar with the novels: After GhoulSpawn’s death/murder, Quaraun cast aside his Pink Necromancer identity, becoming the mute Grand High Emperor, known as SunTa, builder of The Twighlight Manor, before going gathering up his twin son King Vielder and Melaca, and on a time travelling global serial killing spree beheading everyone in the past connected to GhoulSpawn’s death, bringing about The Battle of Ongadada, which caused the comet to crash into the moon, bringing about the ice age. Upon the realization that it was he himself who caused the ice age, an event that would ultimately lead to GhoulSpawn’s death, he shut himself away in the attack of The Twighlight Manor, surrounding himself with the heads of the thousands he’d murdered, and went insane, thus why historians later would call him: Quaraun the Insane. This story is set during the time when he was locked in the Manor’s attic.
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 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.
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.
The Golden Mask
I.
Beneath the sun, his name was lost,
SunTa now, where shadows crossed.
The past, the pain, a heavy cost,
His golden mask forever glossed,
To hide a soul forever tossed.
Behind the mask, the hollow hides,
A smile etched where sorrow slides.
Golden gleam, but cold inside,
Shining bright, yet shadows bide,
For truth is lost where lies reside.
SunTa’s steps echoed on stone.
He wandered the world alone, unknown.
He traded his soul for a throne.
The gold in his hands had grown,
Yet love he had once owned was now gone.
II.
The mask, it gleamed, but eyes were dim,
The scars beneath, a fading hymn.
His laughter gone, a phantom limb,
The light outside could not reach him,
A shell of gold, a life grown grim.
The eyes, they glisten, but see no light,
In gilded glow, there’s something trite.
A mask of gold, but worn in fear,
Concealing all that’s held so dear,
A frozen face in endless night.
Golden mask, cold and cracked.
A life too long, stacked in fact.
His scars beneath, a beast he lacked,
The love he left behind, attacked,
By severed heads on the shelves his heart ransacked.
III.
The wind would howl, the night would weep,
And SunTa wandered, lost in sleep.
His heart entombed in shadows deep,
In golden silence, memories creep,
Of who he was, no more to keep.
Each laugh it gives, a brittle sound,
A hollow echo, trembling bound.
It dances, spins in lightless glee,
But underneath, it longs to flee,
To break the mask and feel the ground.
He whispered to the wind, “Why?”
Lonely words kissed the blackened sky.
In darkened halls, no stars to fly.
His hands of gold, forever dry,
Fingers grasped nothing, no more to try.
IV.
Once the Pink, now buried far,
A name forgotten, like a star.
The Necromancer’s cursed scar,
A wound that bled from war to war,
Left hidden in the mask he wore.
Its shimmer blinds, a dazzling sight,
But it hides a soul too tight.
Beneath the gold, the cracks appear,
Fragile truths we all hold dear,
But none can see that brittle light.
Once his heart had beat puce pink.
Now silence swam in the devil’s drink.
The shelves of heads made him think,
Of loves he’d lost to the brink,
Eyes of the past watched him sink.
V.
He touched the gold with trembling hands,
A gilded face in empty lands.
Each breath he took, each tear that strands,
A whisper in the broken sands,
Of who he was, who now withstands.
In silent crowds, it weaves its way,
Smiling bright, yet none can say,
What secrets lie beneath that face,
That golden sheen, that perfect grace,
Hiding the soul that wastes away.
Gold could not warm his soul.
Eternal winter took its toll,
Cold winds wrapped him whole.
He stood alone, the endless goal,
Searching for something to make him whole.
VI.
The sun would set, the moon would rise,
But SunTa’s mask betrayed his eyes.
Beneath the gold, his silent cries,
The agony of lost disguise,
A ghost alone, where truth now lies.
He wears the mask like armour’s shell,
A prison forged in heaven’s hell.
A voice that trembles, cold and bleak,
Yet gilded lips will never speak,
Of shattered dreams it cannot quell.
Scars beneath the mask burned bright.
His memories twisted in the night,
Love had fled from his sight.
For gold, he’d traded all delight,
And now the stars mourned his plight.
VII.
Each wrinkle bore the weight of years,
Each scar, a testament to fears.
The laughter gone, the bitter tears,
Of all he was, through shattered mirrors,
A golden mask, no voice appears.
Each step it takes, a hollow thrum,
The mask a burden that won’t come undone.
The laughter feigned, the tears denied,
Behind the mask, the heart has died,
For in its gold, the soul succumbs.
Silvered clouds crawled across the sky.
SunTa’s steps grew heavy, dry.
In forgotten rooms, where hearts lie,
Loneliness laughed, its bitter cry,
Echoing back what gold couldn’t buy.
VIII.
He wandered fields where flowers died,
Once soft with blooms, now petrified.
The thorns, they whispered from inside,
Of joy and grief, a past denied,
That now he’d buried with his pride.
And yet, the world will never see,
The pain it bears, the silent plea.
They praise the gold, the flawless glow,
But never ask the mask to show,
The face beneath, where truth could be.
He’d been Quaraun, wild and young.
A wizard whose songs once sung,
Danced in the air, joy’s tongue.
But those days of silk were long since flung,
To the shadows, where heads among shelves bloodily hung.
IX.
The golden mask was cold as bone,
Yet brighter than the stars he’d known.
His old reflection, overthrown,
By time and scars, the past disowned,
Now SunTa walked, forever lone.
It wears the weight of unseen grief,
Gold binding tight, no sweet relief.
In mirrors, it stares, a stranger found,
A mask that gleams but makes no sound,
And holds the heart like a silent thief.
He’d loved once, a tender light.
But gold had dimmed that bright,
Now darkness was his constant sight.
His hands had let love take flight,
Leaving shelves filled with severed heads, cold as night.
X.
The sun above, the light below,
Could never touch the scars that grow.
Within his soul, the endless woe,
Of memories from long ago,
That wore the mask to hide the show.
It drips in gold, a heavy crown,
But still the soul inside drowns.
It longs to break, to tear away,
To feel the warmth of light’s soft ray,
But gold holds fast, and weighs it down.
SunTa whispered, “Regret,” to the rain.
Blood dripped down his mask like pain.
His heart echoed empty, insane.
No warmth could ease the strain,
Of love exchanged for gilded gain.
XI.
The golden face, a cruel disguise,
For all he’d lost, for all his lies.
The Pink Necromancer’s heart still dies,
Though none could see his hollow eyes,
Behind the gold, beneath the skies.
So every day, it wears the smile,
A golden sheen, but all the while,
The mask grows tighter, seals the skin,
Until the soul can’t breathe within,
A prisoner lost in gold’s exile.
His gold mask smiled, yet he did not.
It hid the face that love forgot,
Behind scars, his heart grew hot.
On The Twighlight Manor’s shelves, their severed heads began to rot,
Memories haunted each hollow spot.
XII.
His name now SunTa, but the past,
Held tight, like shadows that won’t cast.
The golden mask, a bond to last,
As time moved forward, slow and fast,
He stood alone, a gilded mast.
But in the dark, when none can see,
The mask slips loose, the soul flies free.
In fleeting moments, truth can soar,
But gold calls back, it binds once more,
And chains the heart to false decree.
For every treasure, lost love’s price.
He paid in silence, cold as ice.
Loneliness fed its grim device.
His world now a hollowed vice,
Bound by heads upon the shelf, gold’s cruel slice.
XIII.
For in the end, the mask will stay,
And never let the truth display.
It gleams and glows, but in its clasp,
A soul is lost in golden grasp,
Forever hiding, held at bay.
And when he wept, the mask remained,
A symbol of the soul constrained.
The scars beneath, forever stained,
With pain he’d never have explained,
Behind the gold, where SunTa reigned.
SunTa’s steps faded into mist.
Gold mask gleamed with what he’d missed.
Lonely heads whispered, love dismissed.
His scarred lips longed for a kiss,
But love lost, gold’s cruel twist.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzyThe 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.