Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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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 |
🌸🦄🌸 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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- Official Home Page Of Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine's Autistic Artist, Doll Designer, Art Car Builder, and Dark Fantasy MPreg Author
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- The Pink Necromancer’s Dawn, Kits Kicking, and The Lich King’s Breath on the Blue Monkey
The Pink Necromancer’s Dawn, Kits Kicking, and The Lich King’s Breath on the Blue Monkey
A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short
LGBTQAI+ FICTION | The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane | TransMan Main Character
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 Pink Necromancer’s Dawn, Kits Kicking, and The Lich King’s Breath on the Blue Monkey
Morning harbour.
The Blue Monkey docked. The big tramp steamer, five decks, painted blue.
Sunrise pink. Mist curling.
Ship rocking gently.
Quaraun stood at the railing, pink silk fluttering. His belly huge, round, kits wriggling inside, watermelon weight pressing. He touched it. Felt movement. Small, frantic kicks. Life. Squirming. Alive.
BoomFuzzy strode by, his tall in presence, even if short in frame, dreadlocks bouncing with authority.
Cloves.
Anise.
Lilac.
Warm breath.
Hair shining.
Gold teeth glinting.
Fat belly swinging.
Broad shoulders.
Fingers long.
Lips full.
Long fluffy purple tail twitching.
Dark skin gleaming.
Aura raw.
The Lich King on deck.
Quaraun’s heart skipped a beat as he watched BoomFuzzy survey the deck and determine what work needed to be done today.
Quaraun loved BoomFuzzy as much as the ship’s Goblin crew feared BoomFuzzy.
Crew scrambled, floating homestead waking up.
GhoulSpawn hovered near by. Sheepish. Nervous. Hooves afraid of damp ropes. Golden wool smelling of wet sheep, earthy moss, burnt sugar, metallic tang, warm velvet, damp fur, sunlight, hay, wood-smoke, river reeds, copper. The Satyr-like Sheep Demon was new to this life. New to this world. Out of place. Out of time. Lost. Confused.
Quaraun smiled. Warm.
GhoulSpawn looked at BoomFuzzy. His golden pleco pupiled eyes full of terror. Fear. Awe. Scared of the Lich King.
“I felt it too,” Quaraun whispered to himself, thoughts tangled like tentacles, jellyfish logic curling. Quaraun began quietly singing his newly written lullaby to his belly full of unborn kits.
Kits like tiny moons.
Moonlight makes belly swirl.
Swirl makes silk dance.
Dance makes stars jealous.
Stars watch.
I watch.
I am stars.
Nearby, BoomFuzzy ordered the unloading.
Pots, yaks, chickens, potted trees.
Firepit placement. Smoke curling.
“Move faster, ya fucking fools. Or taste me wrath.”
Crew obeyed.
Quaraun let his fingers trail in The Lich King's hair again.
Beads, ribbons.
Silk against dreadlocks.
Breath hot.
Cloves.
Coconut.
Eyes icy-bluegrey with silver pupils stared at him.
Teeth gold-plated, encrusted with diamonds.
Broad nose, high cheekbones, grin wide, his fingers brushing Quaraun’s belly each time he strode past.
GhoulSpawn tried to help. But the ship lurked with a wave and cloven hooves do not make for sturdy footing on slippery decks.
Clumsy goat.
Not a goat.
Sheep.
Beautiful sheep, with lovely golden fleece.
Clumsy sheep.
Spilled water.
Again.
Embarrassed.
Again.
He’ll get his sea legs someday.
Maybe?
Probably not.
Quaraun’s jellyfish hair lifted in the breeze, tiny bioluminescent tips brushing cheeks. An idea struck and Quaraun suddenly sat down on the deck, rummaging through his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding, to pull out quill and scroll, and swiftly set about to writing down his latest thoughts before they got away.
Logic says: silk bends to heart.
Heart beats.
Heart feeds kits.
Kits pulse.
I am jellyfish.
Jellyfish pulsate.
Pulsate like moon.
Moon bright.
Bright pink.
I like pink.
I am the Sacred Pink JellyFish.
I shall paint the moon pink.
BoomFuzzy laughed, deep rumble, bending to brush a strand of silver-grey from Quaraun's eyes.
Quaraun looked up to see the Lich King standing over him, looking down at him, reading the words he’d wrote.
“Ya wee numpty, got moonbeams on the brain again, eh?”
“I love the Moon.”
“Aye, ya do.”
“She protects us.”
“Well, I don’t know about that. Ya got some weird ideas about what the moon can and ca’na do.”
Quaraun shivered. Stood up. A bit too quickly. Had more to say, but the ship rocked on the waves. BoomFuzzy’s tail flicked, brushing against Quaraun’s belly rounded. Kits wriggled, pressing outward. Quaraun swayed slightly. BoomFuzzy steadied the frail Elf with one hand.
One hand.
Warm.
Dark.
Loving.
“Careful, wee JellyElf,” he purred. “Ya doin’ too much for these wee ones, aye?”
GhoulSpawn scurried across the deck to stand beside them. Adjusted calculations on his datapad, voice frantic.
“If thermal differential of river mist exceeds twenty-three point four Kelvin per second, Elf strain could induce early labour.”
He twitched. Panic in gold pleco eyes. Fingers greasy with ink and green velvet dust.
“Well, ya stay here and guard me Elf, eh?” BoomFuzzy said as he patted GhoulSpawn on the back and stormed off to yell at a nearby Goblin who was about to fall overboard.
Before long they were all eating breakfast on the deck. Grilled fish, spiced seaweed, sugar rolled tomato wedges, and warm soft honey bread.
“You are such a good cook,” GhoulSpawn said to BoomFuzzy.
“I am not a cook,” the old Phooka corrected. “I am a master chef. The world’s greatest chef. With walls of awards to prove it. Ya should have seen me in me celebrity chef reality show TV days, before the apocalypse hit, the world went to shit, zombies took over, grids went down, and TV stations stopped existing. I used to own an empire of restaurants, hosted a dozen TV cooking shows, ran a culinary arts academy. Now look at me. Cooking fish slop for Goblins on a tramp steamer.” BoomFuzzy sighed. “I was the world’s greatest chef. Now there’s no world left to enjoy fine dining. My old restaurants are over run with zombies.”
“You have us to cook for.”
“Aye. I do.”
“We like your cooking.”
"I didn't used to be a king ya know. Not before the comet strike. I was a TV chef with a restaurant empire. Then the comet hit the moon, ushered in the ice age, chaos ensued. And there weren't no one in the government with the balls to keep what was left of the world running. Humans took to killing off all the non-Humans and someone had to take charge and form a government that protected our people from the Humans. I did what I had to do to protect my family. Now here I am King of the UnSeelie Court. I ain't even a full blooded Faerie ya know. My mother was a Human. I hate being king, ya know. Cooking is my passion. Someday it is my hope, the world will be right enough that I can go back to just being a pastry chef, decorating fancy wedding cakes again. I miss that."
GhoulSpawn stared at BoomFuzzy, a look, much changed. Not quite so scared.
“I thought it was the other way around. That you were always a king.”
“Nope. I were just common folk. A cake decorator, pastry chef, and candy maker, who stepped up and took charge when no one else would. If my family had not been in danger, I would not have done it either. But me family were threatened. Needed protecting. Weren’t no government that were gonna do it. So I did it meself. Me Elf weren’t using male pronouns back then. Me pretty lil’ Elf Queen, were one of the last females left alive on the entire planet. Had to pretend to be male just to survive. She used to be so innocent. Sweet. Gentle. Now he’s ruthless. Cruel. The apocalypse changed us both.”
"Do you regret he changed gender?"
"No. No, I'm fine with that. It's the cruelty. He wasn't always the Pink Necromancer, most feared, most powerful, most deadly wizard in the world. He used to be a sweet little Elven princess, who wove fine silk, embroidered fancy laces, and made ball gowns for the ladies of the Seelie Court. Now he's the deadly court mage of The UnSeelie Court. A fighter. A warrior. Barely has time to weave silk anymore between bandit raids and zombie hordes. When I met him, he was timid, shy. Had never hurt anyone. Couldn't image hurting anyone. Now he kills without flinching. Before he would have stopped and helped a family on the side of the road, fed them, clothed, took them in. Now, it wouldn't even occur to him to help someone. He'd kill them in their sleep, just to make sure they wouldn't kill us first. The innocence is gone. He used to be like you. But that's what happens in a zombie apocalypse, eh?"
"Like me how?"
"You've never killed anyone. You're sweet and innocent. You've not been on our planet long enough to see the true horrors it holds. How long will it be, before you become like us? Ruthless killers, who don't have a choice. We have to kill to survive. The living are more dangerous then the zombies. Sooner or later you'll have to face that. Hopefully we can find a way, to get you back to your own world, before our world has a chance to corrupt you and rob you of your innocence."
Quaraun sat quietly listening to the conversation. Feeling the kits kicking. Eating the rationed breakfast. GhoulSpawn sat at his side.
BoomFuzzy handing out portions, barking orders, talking about rations, commanding, loving. He would never let us starve.
Too good a king.
Dreadlocks shining.
Silk ribbons caught sunlight.
Dark fingers threading through grey strands, glass beads jingling.
Quaraun pressed belly into him.
Kits squirmed again.
Felt warm, alive, tiny hearts hammering.
After finishing breakfast the crew went back to work.
Quaraun sat quieting contemplating BoomFuzzy’s words at breakfast. Quaraun was too pregnant to be of much use, and so he sat on the deck and scribbled more notes in his journal.
Thought: Jellyfish tentacle licked sunlight.
Sun licked belly.
Belly licked silk.
Silk licked dreadlocks.
Dreadlocks licked heart.
Heart licked stars.
Stars licked moon.
Moon licked kits.
Kits licked me.
I licked my Unicorn.
My unicorn licked me.
Love sprinkling.
River tides have secrets older than Human reckoning.
The Twighlight Manor watches. Always.
The Forest of No Return hums when kits stir.
Moon Elves’ jellyfish-hair senses danger first.
Pink silk threads carry memory of storms past.
Phooka laughter bends reality.
Faerie Trees whisper to yaks, chickens, and dwarves alike.
The Blue Monkey holds more life than any lighthouse.
Giant worms sleep beneath estuary mud, dreaming and not eating me.
Stars sometimes hide behind pink morning mist to listen.
Morning full.
Birds chirped.
Docked in the estuary.
Tides turning.
River and sea mingling.
We laughed. Laughed. Safe. Loved.
BoomFuzzy pulled me close.
Belly pressed.
Kits wriggling.
Kissed neck.
Pinched shoulder.
Rubbed spine.
Squeezed waist.
Hugged me to chest.
Tail brushing silk.
Fingers playing beads.
Breath hot.
Coconut cloves. Lilac scent.
GhoulSpawn watched, silently calculating, taking notes.
Or hiding.
Or thinking.
GhoulSpawn thinks we are weird.
Perhaps
we are weird.
Quaraun bent, set down his pen, jellyfish
hair flowing over cheeks, thinking. Then he began singing a lullaby
to his unborn kits again:
Pink like dawn, kits like moons, dreadlocks like stars, I orbit chaos, orbit love, orbit him, orbit them, orbit forever.
I blinked.
Kicked lightly against deck.
Kits danced.
He smiled.
I smiled.
Sun caught silk.
Wind whispered secrets.
Feet in sand.
Fingers in beads.
Heart
in dreadlocks.
Achievements Unlocked:
- Jellyfish hair logic fully activated
- Belly squirm appreciation points +5
- Dreadlock worship successfully executed
- Kits kicked at least thrice
- Breakfast on dock shared without injury
- Silk ribbons untangled
- Phooka hugs survived intact
- Lore scattered for maximum confusion
- Sunlight reflected in pink silks
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Tiny
moons of kits approved
Moral of the Story: Sometimes love is measured in belly kicks and dreadlock caresses.
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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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- Official Home Page Of Wendy C Allen: Old Orchard Beach & Biddeford, Maine's Autistic Artist, Doll Designer, Art Car Builder, and Dark Fantasy MPreg Author
- A Short Fiction Story
- An Introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series: The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane
- The Quaraun Series Prologue
- Quaraun Pink Necromancer Info 2
- Index of Pink Necromancer Fiction on Space Dock 13 (EelKat.com)
- The Pink Necromancer’s Dawn, Kits Kicking, and The Lich King’s Breath on the Blue Monkey
f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:
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 Wendy 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: |
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:
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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.
Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:
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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.
I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:
- No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
- No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
- No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
- If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.
If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Do you know who this woman is?
On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.
She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, 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 id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.
Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.
 The golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club. |
 The Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?
Video explains what else she's done ...
If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
 If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.  If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office. |
I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!
I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumours and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductee and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!
Books By Wendy Christine Allen
Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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And GumRoad:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
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On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)
On Vocal:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
On Notd:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on Notd
On OnlyFans:
Index of the Quaraun Short Stories on OnlyFans
(NOTE: a $4.99 per month paid subscription required to access stories on OnlyFans)
Pink Necromancer Merch: On CafePress:
An Index of the Quaraun Merch on CafePress
Pink Necromancer Merch: On Zazzle:
Index of the Quaraun Merch on Zazzle
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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:
#OwnVoices - Gypsy Characters Written by Gypsy Author | 40th Century Dystopian Maine | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | Absinthe | Absurdist/Absurdism | Accidental Incantation | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Author is not White | Autistic Main Character | Autistic protagonist | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bisexual Relationships | Bizzarro | Black Characters | Blind Characters | Bumbling Wizards | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Ceremonial Magic | Character Studies | Character Study | Character-driven worldbuilding | Characters Are Not White | Comical Overreacting | Cosmic Horror | Counter Culture Lifestyle | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Cthulhu Mythos | Culinary Fiction | Cursed Magic Items | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Dark Romance | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Disguised as Male | Domestic Fiction | Driven to Suicide Themes | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Dystopian 40th Century Maine | Elderly Main Character | Eldritch Horror | Eldritch Horrors | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil NonHuman Main Characters Gleefully Killing Humans | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Existentialism | Exotic Alien Planets | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | F2M Transgender MC | Faerie King | Faeries | Fairy Devilmother | Fairy Tales ReTold | Family Saga | Fantasy drug use | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Frost Punk | FrostPunk | Furries | Furry Fiction | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gay Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gay Harem Romance | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Gay/M-M-M Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gets Easily Lost | Ghost Stories | Glass Canon Wizards | Gothic Horror | Gothic Literature | Gothic Romance | Green Fairy Wine | Grimmification | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Gypsy Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Gypsy Main Characters | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | He's a Damsel In Distress | Homeless Main Characters | Hookah Smoking | Horned | Humanoid | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Ice Age Punk | Intersex Main Character | Intersex/Transgender Main Character | Interspecies Romance | Isekai | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | LGBTQAI+ Fiction | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Lich Lords | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Literal Genie | Literary Fiction | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Lover's Triangles | LSD Use | Lythande FanFiction | Macabre | Mage Tower | Magic Items | Magical Homeless Person | Magical Realism | Magically-Binding Contract | Married Gay Couple | Melodrama | MerMen | Mini Story | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | MM Romance | MMM Romance (yes, M-M-M Romance, 3 Ms, not 2 - Poly Romance) | MMM Romance | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Nautical Fiction | Necromancers | Neurodivergent main character | New Weird | No Sense of Direction | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | One of the Primary Characters is the Ghost of a Suicide Victim and talks of his Suicide Often | Opium Use | Our Liches Are Different | Parallel Universe | Paranoid Fiction | Pastoral Fiction | Pastoral Poetry | Poke in the Third Eye | Poly Gay Romance | Poly Romance - Why Choose | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Prehensile Tail | Psychological Melodrama | Queer Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Queer Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | Read the Fine Print | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Reverse Harem | Road Trip Fiction | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Self-Harm (Cutting, and deliberate drug overdose) | Shifter Romance | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Slipstream Fiction | Soap Opera | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Sometimes there is a fuckingly liberal use of the fucking word Fuck for no fucking reason other than to say fuck as many fucking times as fuckingly possible | Soul Contracts | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | Suicidally depressed characters | Suicide References | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | SuperVillain PoV | Surrealism | Survivalism | Sweet Romance | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | There is a thing in the series called The Alien Bible - it is the Christian Bible rewritten by aliens, some readers found this upsetting as well | There is a zombie apocalypse going on and lots of historical figures make cameo appearances as zombies, including Zombie Jesus - this seems to frequently upset readers so yeah here's a warning for that | Third-person limited | Thruple/Trio Relationships | Time Travel | Too Dumb to Live | Transgender Characters Who Live In Biddeford, Maine | Transgender Characters Who Live In Old Orchard Beach, Maine | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | Transman MPreg Yaoi | Unmarried Live-In Lovers | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Vignette | Villain Main Characters | Voodoo Fiction | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | While there are no sex scenes, characters often talk of their sex lives in dialogue conversations and are known to use crude words when doing so | Why Choose - Poly Romance | World’s Strongest Man | Yaoi | 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 make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those genres are, they are all listed on the Wikipedia website.
And this series heavily features/makes use of the following tropes:
- Accidental Incantation | Be Careful What You Say | Be Careful What You Wish For | Ceremonial Magic | Comical Overreacting | Deal with the Devil | Demonic Contracts | Demons | Disguised as Male | Driven to Suicide Themes | Eldritch Horrors | Evil Elves | Evil Faeries | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | F2M Transgender MC | Fairy Devilmother | Forgot About His Powers | Found Family | Furries | Gets Easily Lost | Grimmification | Hand Wave Logic | Haunted Lighthouses | Horned Humanoid | Jackass Genie | Jerkass | Literal Genie | Little Bit Beastly | Lovecraftian Cultists | Mage Tower | Magical Homeless Person | Magically-Binding Contract | MerMen | Minor Injury Overreaction | Mix-and-Match Critters | Necromancers | No Sense of Direction | Our Liches Are Different | Poke in the Third Eye | Powerful, but Incompetent | Prefers Going Barefoot | Prehensile Hair | Read the Fine Print | Sold His Soul for a Donut | Super Villian MC | Superpower Lottery | The Bad Guy Wins | The Drifter | Too Dumb to Live | UnSeelie Court | Walking the Earth | Wandering Wizard | Wasteful Wishing | Whatevermancy Magic Systems | World’s Strongest Man |
- If you are unfamiliar with the definition of what any of those tropes are, they are all listed on the Tv Tropes website.
🌸🦄🌸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.