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 Storm’s Embrace
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
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 Storm’s Embrace
The winds howled outside the lighthouse, their eerie scream like a thousand tortured souls. The light from the lighthouse’s massive beacon flashed erratically, struggling against the monstrous tempest crashing against its stone walls.
Waves slammed against the cliffs below, sending spray high into the air, thick with ice and salt. The horizon had long disappeared beneath sheets of rain and roiling clouds.
The storm was a living thing, a creature of pure rage, and it was determined to consume everything in its path.
Inside the lighthouse, Quaraun and GhoulSpawn huddled together by the hearth. The warm glow of the fire was the only light in the otherwise dark and cold stone chamber.
Quaraun was visibly shaking. His long silver jellyfish hair was frayed and stuck to his pale skin in heavy clumps, trembling with the same nerves that wracked his fragile form. His cane lay discarded beside him, and his hand clutched the side of his pink velvet cloak as though the fabric might shield him from the storm outside.
GhoulSpawn’s yellow pleco eyes were wide with unease as he adjusted the woolen blanket around his shoulders. The storm had unsettled him, too. He wasn’t accustomed to the kind of violent weather that tore at the world with such merciless force.
This sort of weather had never existed in the 1970s. The climate of the 40th century was to vastly different. So wildly changed from anything he had known in his time.
“Quaraun, we need to go to the light,” GhoulSpawn stammered, his voice fulled with fear. “It’s not safe here. We need to — “
“No,” Quaraun cut him off, his voice tight. “I cannot bear it. The storm — it calls to me, Glinta. I can hear it. It calls my name. It is too… loud. Too close.”
The air in the lighthouse was thick with tension, the sound of the storm outside seeming to amplify with every second. But it was only when the door burst open, slamming violently against the stone wall, that Quaraun’s nerves snapped.
BoomFuzzy stood in the doorway, soaked to the bone. Being a Lich, that wasn’t hard to do, considering he’d decided to be a glowing blue crystal skeleton today. His hair was a wild, unkempt mass of dreads, dripping with rainwater. His grin was feral, his silver eyes burning with a primal, almost maniacal energy.
“Aye, aye!” he shouted over the wind’s roar, his voice booming with excitement. “The storm’s a wild beast, an’ I cannae wait to dance wi’ it!”
He stepped inside, flinging the door closed with a tremendous crash. His cloak was flapping wildly, as if caught in an invisible whirlwind, and his face was alight with a manic glee that sent a shiver down Quaraun’s spine.
“You,” Quaraun began, his voice trembling with a mixture of dread and disgust. “You are not right. Not right at all. The storm is… a monster. It will destroy us all.”
BoomFuzzy’s grin widened, and he laughed, deep and guttural, his breath fogging the air in thick clouds. He moved closer to Quaraun, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up.
“That’s the beauty of it, Love! We’re alive! I is back from the dead and I know to enjoy every minute of it. Yis never been dead, ya didne know the lack of fear ya need to have in this world. Life is a blessing, we must enjoy it. I did na enjoy life when I twere alive. And no I back from the dead I certainly going to take advantage of it. It’s chaos, it’s freedom! Do ya feel it? The storm’s calling, JellyElf! Don’t fight it! Don’t be afraid!”
Quaraun froze, his wide blue eyes filled with horror as he stared at BoomFuzzy. The Elf saw so much to fear and he simply could not graspe the joy the Lich felt of having a second chance to live again.
The wind outside howled louder, a deafening wail that rattled the windows and shook the foundations of the lighthouse. He could hear the crash of the waves against the rocks far below, as if the ocean itself were breaking apart.
“You are mad,” Quaraun breathed, his silver hair snapping violently at BoomFuzzy’s face. His own body felt like it was vibrating with the storm, the wild energy filling the air almost suffocating him.
BoomFuzzy only laughed harder, pulling Quaraun towards the door.
“Aye, mad as a bloody hatter, Love! The storm and I, we’re one and the same. Come, come!”
Quaraun’s heart thudded wildly in his chest, his hands shaking as he grasped at the doorframe to steady himself. The wind howled again, sending a crash of thunder that rattled the stone walls.
For a moment, Quaraun hesitated, looking out into the vast darkness beyond, where the storm’s rage was an unstoppable force.
And then he felt it — the cold touch of BoomFuzzy’s fingers digging into his skin, pulling him away from the safety of the hearth. He wanted to scream, to run, but the manic energy in BoomFuzzy’s grasp was overwhelming.
“Don’t you see, Love?” BoomFuzzy whispered, his voice low and intimate despite the chaos around them. “This storm, it’s our spirit. We canna fight it. We can only embrace it.”
Suddenly, BoomFuzzy’s hands were on his face, pulling him into a kiss as the storm raged on. Quaraun’s heart beat erratically in his chest, caught between fear and something darker — something much deeper.
As the storm screamed louder, BoomFuzzy’s wild energy enveloped them both, and for a fleeting moment, the world seemed to spin out of control.
Quaraun trembled, torn between terror and some twisted sense of exhilaration, his mind lost in the chaos of the storm and the madness in BoomFuzzy’s eyes.
Outside, the wind howled louder, as if urging them both to embrace the madness within.
BoomFuzzy pulled away, his smile wide and dangerous.
“Come on, Love! Let’s face this together! Let the storm take us, aye?”
And as they stepped into the wild embrace of the storm, Quaraun found himself not only powerless against the forces of nature, but caught in the magnetic, terrifying pull of BoomFuzzy’s feral madness.
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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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🌸🦄🌸 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.
Author, Artist, Art Car Designer, Voodoo Priestess, and Hoodoo Rootworker
Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary Slice of Life, Yaoi genres.
I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Limon Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be. For some reason there are a lot of people spreading weird Erotica rumours about my books, trying to get them banned on grounds of being Eroica, even though there is nothing remotely erotic about anything I write.
Clearly they never read my books. However, it is causing a lot of Erotica readers to buy my books and get mad because there are no sex scenes. All I have to say to you is this: you shouldn't fall for the scammers who call themselves Christians and devote their lives to acting like Satan instead of acting like Christ.
Sorry honey, but, the people running around calling my books Erotica are the same dim witted idiots who are also running around saying my car has demons living in it, and are the same people slandering me with UFO rumors as well.
Sorry honey, but if you came here looking for Erotica, haunted cars, aliens, or UFOs, you can consider yourself scammed by a weird group of people who've made it their life goal to do everything in their power to try to cover up my son's murder.
ALL the rumors started a few weeks after my son's murder: the Stephen King rumors, the haunted car rumors, the alien abduction rumors, the UFO rumors, and yes, even the Erotica rumors---the fact remains, my son was murdered November 14, 2013 and the murderer is the one who started ALL of those rumors to try to turn the FBI investigation away from herself.
If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, know that there is a 99% chance that YouTuber, Blogger, or podcaster either IS my son's murderer or is a family or friend of my son's murderer.
If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, copy the link to the video, blog, or podcast and give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer who is the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation.
Be aware that the New York Podcast is spreading information that was found ONLY in the classified documents of the Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments, meaning someone in the New
NO ONE BESIDES THE MURDERER HERSELF knew what the murder weapon was. And New York Podcasters are broadcasting that information in a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT to sabotage the FBI investigation of my son's murder.
You can contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or you can go into his office directly to talk to him in person at the FBI building on Middle street in Portland, his office is on the 4th floor, last hall on the parking garage side.
Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:
| Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FictionPress | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |
If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.
Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.
These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my name for their scumbag dealings.
Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!
🌸🦄🌸 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 Cozy Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volital 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. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead moose. 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.