Transman Quaraun (The Pink Necromancer) and his husband King Gwallmaic (aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) King of The UnSeelie Court. Main characters of The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer series.
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Hmmm... soooo... I was making a list of ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here, and adding it into the footer of my site, which loads on every page, and then I realized... wait... there are over two thousand Pink Necromancer stories up free to read on my website, I can't put two thousand links on every single page! Whoops! LOL!
So, now I'm putting them on this page instead and link this page to the footer instead.
Note: I started the construction of this page on June 24, 2025. It will likely take a couple of weeks for me to track down every page and add it's link. I'm starting by listing all the titles, and then I'll be changing them to links. It'll likely be into August or even September 2026 or even into 2027, before all the links are added, because I've got to track down over two thousand pages and I'm only just one person. There is no team helping me, so this gets done in my spare time between all the writing, editing, and life stuff I do.
NOTE: If you are looking for the character bios, scroll to the end of the list. There is a 44k (yes fourty-four thousand) word "meet The Three Wizards" character bio that tells who they are, at the end of the list.
Mainaracter Quaraun (Elf), aka The Pink Necromancer and his husband King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy (Faerie) |

I write a TransMan main character, who has 2 husbands (who are the 2 primary support characters); so it’s a Gay throuple, but the genre is not Romance and Romance is not the plot (they have been married for decades, and are elderly, established throuple).
The setting is a zombie apocalypse (kind of like The Walking Dead), but the genre is more Domestic Slice of Life (like Little House on the Prairie, but in a zombie apocalypse), about the everyday domestic life of this family (the transman and his 2 husbands) just trying to live a normal life during the zombie apocalypse.
The world is extremely ruined as a comet hit the moon first, causing a nuclear winter, and it was fragments of the comet that caused the dead to rise up from graveyards, so world got hit with a double whammy of two apocalypses back to back.
Not sure what genre to call it. It belongs in LGBTQAI+ and Dystopian, but also Family Drama or Slice of Life.
Might be classified as Dark Fantasy? Because the main character (Quaraun aka The Pink Necromancer) is a Moon Elf necromancer and his primary husband (King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn) is the King of the UnSeelie Court (aka he's a Faerie aka a Phooka specifically, aka a shapeshifter who likes to take the form of a Unicorn), while his secondary husband (GhoulSpawn) is a Sheep Demon (basically a Satyr but his lower half is a sheep instead of a goat).
It fits in SciFi. MC is an Elf necromancer, so, Fantasy-ish, but the setting is 40th Century Maine, during a nuclear winter, after a comet hit the moon and debri blocked out the sun, and comet dust that landed on graveyards caused dead to rise as zombies; the MC (Elf necromancer) is a lighthouse keeper, his husband (who is also King of the UnSeelie Court) is also a chef who owns several restaurants and primarily works out of a food truck.
The food truck drives itself via AI cyber-tech; an AI overload (a minor background character) has seized control of Earth's satellites so has full control of the world's electronic; but the world setting itself is basically The Walking Dead in endless winter, after a cyberpunk society collapsed into ruins because a comet hit the moon.
It's got a Fantasy slant. Moon Elf Necromancer with deadly twelve foot long JellyFish tentacle "Rapunzel hair" is the main character, his husband is a Lich Unicorn who rules The realm of Fae aka is King of The UnSeelie Court. Their live-in lover is a Demon with digitigrade sheep legs, cloven hooves, and big ram horns.
I’m not sure if my series would fit in Romantasy genre or not. It’s a Gay Throuple living in a cyberpunk 40th century Maine, after a zombie apocalypse has destroyed earth. The trio has been married for decades and now elderly, so there is no “seeking love” or “young love” or “trying to get the other’s attention” type of plot such as is standard for Romance the genre. And the setting is a dystopian far future of real Earth, so not standard Fantasy genre either.
But the reason I’m thinking maybe Romantasy MIGHT be a good possible fit, is because:
1: the main character is an Elf wizard/necromancer who is court mage of The UnSeelie Court. He is married to a Faerie who is King of The UnSeelie Court. And their third is a Demon who is apprentice to the court mage. Plus the court mage (main character) has a pet dragon.
…and…
2: the plot line follows their domestic family life, as they try to live a normal family life, while also ruling the Realm of Fae and surviving a zombie apocalypse, with most of the plot focus being on how these things impact their (romantic) relationship with each other.
I think Cozy Fantasy would be a more accurate and better fit then Romantasy as it doesn't exactly neatly fit in and falls more into a quasi-subgenre of Romantasy then being true Romantasy itself.
I feel like the correct genre is Slice of Life Gothic Cozy Fantasy MPreg Yaoi.
MPreg Yaoi means, in terms of my series, that it's a gay trio, but one of the three is transgender (a woman living as a man, aka a transman) and so is sometimes pregnant by the other two. Many stories in the series are heavily focused on the struggles Quaraun has when he is heavily pregnant but trying to hide from the public that he is a cis-woman living as a man, giving the series a strong transgender focus.
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. Its the hostile, dystopian, 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.
I use Kishōtenketsu writing/plotting format/style.
It’s a part of a series that already has a bunch of volumes (138 novels, 432 novellas, 500+ poems, 3k+ short stories) published since the series started in 1978 (50th anniversary is in 2028 just 3 years away).
The bulk of the series is free to read online.
(This website has been online since 1996 and houses 20k pages of the series, uploaded to the archive during the 28 years I’ve been maintaining the site, that’s MOST of the novels, novellas, and short stories of the series. This page is an index with everything listed in alphabetical order.)
A few volumes (22 of them currently) are also on Amazon as ebooks, paperbacks, and hardcover editions as well. Link to stuff on Amazon https://amzn.to/4hjwKk2
Most stuff before 2014 was traditionally published, everything after 2014 was self published. Most of the traditionally published print edition stuff from the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s is out of print and I don’t know where you could get copies.

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: Quaraun |
Lich King: BoomFuzzy |
Sheep Demon Apprentice: GhoulSpawn |
Since 1978, I have published 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories all for a single series, that readers have dubbed "The Twighlight Manor series", "The Pink Necromancer series", or "The Quaraun series" depending on which reader you ask, but is actually titled "The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane".
And yes, that number is correct, there ARE over FOUR THOUSAND published stories in the series, and in total more then TEN MILLION copies have been sold, but that number is not as "big" as it sounds, when you consider that 10,000,00/4,000 = 2,500... meaning MOST titles in the series have sold FEWER then just TWO THOUSAND copies.
Yeah.
It is NOT ten million copies of a single title. It's a lot of titles selling only a few hundred copies per title.
Meaning, that while the series in total has sold more copies then many New York Times bestsellers, each title individually has sold so few copies that chances are really high you've never heard of the series at all, especially considering that nearly 27k (twenty seven thousand) of the series most die hard fans/readers live fewer then just FOURTEEN MILES away from me, I've meet MOST of them face to face, and over 80% of the volumes sold were sold locally at festivals like La Kermesse, Moxie Festival, Oxford Fair, Saco Farmer's Market, and Yarmouth Clam festival, with only twenty two of the over four thousand volumes ever been made available online or as ebooks, and those 22 being the only volumes to been issued ISNBs.
If you live outside of a seven mile radius of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Biddeford, Sanford, or Scarborough, Maine, you likely have never heard of me or my books at all, because I do not sell them any where else.
I am a Yaoi author. I write the Yaoi genre.
And a surprising amount of people show up on my website not knowing what Yaoi is.
Yaoi is a subgenre of the Gay Romance genre.
Yaoi is also a subgenre of the Fantasy Genre.
And Yaoi is part of a genre, you've probably heard only existed in the darkest deep dark corners of the dark web: The Fury Genre.
Yes. I write The Gay Fury Genre.
Specifically I write MPreg Yaoi aka Gay Romance, featuring men who are half animal, and get pregnant.
Welcome to the genre your preacher warned you about.
But as I said, a surprising amount of people arrive at my site, not knowing I'm a Yaoi author, not knowing what Yaoi is, and then a few days later show up in my driveway to yell at me and my family in person, because, hey, that what stalker creeps do, when they find out gay people exit in fiction novels and it gets their panties in a knot.
But... given the reoccurring trend of this happening: let's get one thing out of the way up front, right now:
The fact that I write Yaoi, means that I write about penises... A LOT.
I write about penises so much, that the number one keyword that Google has declared sends more traffic to my site, then any other keyword is: "small penis".
That means the phrase "small penis" appears enough times on my website, for Google to place my website as the number one site it recommend when someone types into Google "small penis".
Why?
I write Yaoi.
And this website has 20k, yes twenty thousand, pages of 138 novels, 423 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3k+ short stories of a single Yaoi series. While it is Yaoi, is very tame Yaoi and so there have only ever been 16 sex scenes written for the series, but just because you don't see the sex happen on the page, doesn't mean they ain't talking about it. And...
...my main character is a hermaphrodite, so he has both a penis and a vagina, he's an Elf/JellyFish hybrid, so he changes gender from male to female or female to male every few years, because that's what jellyfish do.
...his husband is a hypersexual double-dicked Unicorn, who likes to call himseld "the horny unicorny", and spends an inordinate amount of time talking about the fact that he has two penises.
Here's a quick run down of the main characters, there's a bigger run down further down this page and entire sections of this website devoted to more lore and details about them:
Because the most common questions for readers to ask is what biological gender is Quaraun born as, and who is having sex with who (given that the series does not contain sex scenes), let’s just answer that question and get it out of the way.
Art by Wendy Christine AllenQuaraun aka The Pink Necromancer: The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, wearing his pink robes of Moon Goddess worship. F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male-sort of; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns.
Quaraun has BOTH a vagina AND a set of penis and balls, as well as having a uterus and ovaries. He at one point had large female breasts, but those were cut up and mutilated by his transphobic father. He was raised as a daughter, but went back and forth between presenting as sometimes male and sometimes female, himself deeply confused as to which he should be as, being intersex, he was therefore neither male nor female.
Quaraun is shown throughout the series with both male and female lovers, and he has both given birth to children as well as fathered children in others.
Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead. By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old.
Quaraun is a transman who wears boob bindings, but also has had a forced against his will double mastectomy as a form of punishment, in his youth which heavily contributed to his becoming transgender transitioning to become a man.
Quaraun was the youngest child of a deranged Seelie Court Elf king who had all daughters and wanted a son.
It is said throughout the series that Quaraun was twins who fused into one body in the womb, as his hermaphrodite body is not the normal state of being for Elves. His father was an evil Elf whom murdered his mother and violently abused Quaraun throughout his youth. As a result of these abuses, Quaraun reached adulthood with his body badly mutilated, most notably that his female breasts are slashed to the point of resembling a botched mastectomy, while his penis is split in two lengthwise, the split being "repaired" by the use of dozens of gold ring piercings. Because of these injuries Quaraun introduces himself to strangers as "a eunuch ", when asked if he is male or female, because he is both and neither.
Quaraun is a frail, flighty, rabbity, easily frightened, easily flustered, easily frustrated, and easily annoyed, pure blooded Moon Elf. He tries to maintain dignity and prim, pernickety, proper grammar, refuses to use contractions, and is highly prone to using big, outdated words because he finds comfort in saying them outloud. Quaraun uses Flowery Language and big words. Quaraun knows very many big words and he is not afraid to use them.
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are a deeply devoted, madly in love, endlessly obsessed with each other elderly married couple, whom have been together for centuries. They are constantly hugging and kissing, holding hands, touching, cuddling. They kiss in public. They are all over each other. Humans find their public displays of affection scandalous.
Quaraun hates Humans. BoomFuzzy also hates Humans. Faeries and Elves protect nature. Humans are the enemy because Humans destroy nature. BoomFuzzy Is the King of The UnSeelie Court. These malevolent tricksters take feral delight in deadly pranks. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are the most evil super villains the world has ever known, so say the Humans. But BoomFuzzy and Quaraun see the Humans as evil and view themselves as the heroes saving nature from the Humans.
Quaraun was born intersex, having both male and female genitals, and is able to both father children in others and give birth to children himself. Quaraun was also born with several severe mental disorders, as well as generally being presumed to have low-functioning autism.
As a teenager, Quaraun was identifying as a female and was one of the favourite princesses of the Elf's royal court.
When Quaraun attracted the romantic attention of the UnSeelie Court Faerie King, her father, infuriated, cut off her breasts and mutilated her vagina, in a brutal attempt to force his intersex child to become his son. When Quaraun tried to fight back to defend himself, his father crushed his hands in the grinding wheel of a millstone, which is why Quaraun now has metal prosthetic hands.
Quaraun left The Seelie Court, joined forces with the UnSeelie Court, and continued wearing the royal pink gowns of a Seelie Elven princess, but took to binding his mutilated breasts, using male pronouns and identify as a male, and went on to marry the UnSeelie Court Faerie King becoming his court mage.
This caused further gender identity issues, as the UnSeelie King was himself a gay male, married to another male, and upon marrying Quaraun, thought Quaraun to be biologically male.
It is stated in the novels that for the first thirty years of their marriage BoomFuzzy refused to have sex with Quaraun, because Quaraun biologically looked more female, having a “too small” of a penis, and appearing more biologically female.
The first three decades of Quaraun’s marriage to BoomFuzzy were rocky due to BoomFuzzy’s being a gay man and Quaraun being a transman, and BoomFuzzy’s refusal to have sex with anyone possessing a vagina.
All of that information can be found in the novels.
Many of the stories in this collection are elderly Quaraun, now many centuries later, reflecting on this event from his youth.
By the time of the current era in the series timeline, BoomFuzzy has become accepting of Quaraun’s hermaphrodite body, with the two now sharing a sexually active relationship, though it is still stated that they only have anal sex as BoomFuzzy has a deep aversion to vaginas.
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn all three sleep in the same bed together, and all of them are uncut/not circumscribed (yes, readers keep asking me that one too.) There is no “top/bottom” dynamics, as it’s all just whomever wants to have sex does, however they want, and more often then not it’s three-way with Quaraun bottom to both BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn at the same time.
Stories about Quaraun are usually set in the era between him being 750 to 800 years old, as this was the time period GhoulSpawn lived with him. GhoulSpawn only lived with Quaraun for a space of around thirty years. This is the era when Quaraun was still identifying as male, but was beginning to dress far more female, due to his growing obsession with Moon Goddess worship. This era was the early stages of his religious tyranny which would lead to his later decent into insanity and eventually crowning himself as The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and renaming himself SunTa – God of the Sun.
There you go. Now you all don’t have to ask anymore.

King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court.
Even though Quaraun is the main character, BoomFuzzy is the character who gets the most page time, and some readers have said it feels more like BoomFuzzy is the main character.
This is because the series is written in 3rd person limited point of view, from Quaraun's perspective.
What this ,means is the reader ONLY sees and hears what Quaraun sees and hears.
Unlike 3rd omni point of view, where the reader sees and hears everything going on in the room, in the city, in the world, even gets told world history... in 3rd limited, readers only see the events happening within a few feet of the main character and ONLY IF the main character happens to notice them. When it comes to lore and world history and worldbuilding, the reader only knows information the main character knows.
In the Quaraun series, Quaraun is the 3rd limited point of view the reader gets, and Quaraun is deeply, madly, obsessively in love with and devoted to his beloved husband BoomFuzzy. And the two of them have a very "joined at the hip" type of relationship where one is rarely more then a few feet away from the other. They do everything together. And so, yes, this does put BoomFuzzy front and centre and nearly main character himself, in most stories, as it is BoomFuzzy that Quaraun is seeing and hearing most of the time.
Because main character Quaraun's thoughts and focus are always on BoomFuzzy, BoomFuzzy is in fact the character readers are going to see on the page and be interacting with most of all, and for many readers who are going to be more familiar with the more common 3rd omni style of writing, it is going to seem to them like BoomFuzzy and not Quaraun is the main character.
BoomFuzzy is a Faerie Chef who became King of first The UnSeelie Court, later King of the Realm of Fae, went on to become King of Scotland, next became King of Persia, then King of Canada, and next King of America, and with in the space of around only a decade, quickly became King of the Planet, a position he has held for two thousand years, and is still holding at the time of the series era.
King Gwallmaiic, aka BoomFuzzy, is a Master Chef owner of a restaurant empire, who for centuries was quite content to cook and bake and pose for magazine shoots. He owned dozens of resturtuants, and had a TV cooking show, and was for many years the rockstar of celebrity chefs. And then the apocalypse happened, chaos decended on the planet, world governments colapsed, and the dead were crawling up out of graves. Every one from Zombie Jesus to Zombie Hitler now roam the planet in search of brains, and all political boundaries everywhere simply disappeared as few in government survived and those that did fleed.
When shit hit the fan, the end result was twenty one billion zombies and only seven million living worldwide. Bandits, gangs, mobs, and tribe rule took over what was left of society, and half crazed Human gangs simply took to attacking any group they found. BoomFuzzy's family was butched early on in the start of the mob rule days, and it made him mean, and he not only fought back, he gathered up other Faeries and built the psychopunk steampunk army known as The UnSeelie Court, crowning himself their king, BoomFuzzy and his followers became the most feared gang on the planet, and marched their way across the planet taking over what was left of each government until he had reached the point of being "King of the World".
Along the way he added Moon Elf Quaraun as his royal court mage. Quaraun, not yet a necromancer, uncovered the mutiny plot by BoomFuzzy's husband and second in command Gibedon the Great, and went on the kill Gibedon, before Gibedon could kill the king. But not before Gibedon had near mortally wounded BoomFuzzy. Heartbroken by Gibedon's betrayal BoomFuzzy, and not realizing Quaraun was in love with him, refused medical attention for his wounds and commit suicide the first time Quaraun left him alone.
Devastated by BoomFuzzy's death and horrified by the world's reaction of making holidays to celebrate his defeat, Quaraun became a necromancer, and brought BoomFuzzy back as a Lich.
The Lich spells has to constantly renewed otherwise the Lich devolves into a mindless monster with no memories, and is nothing more then a very overpowered zombie. BoomFuzzy, being a Frost Lich, is a zombie, whose flesh does not rot and who can control the weather, summoning blizzards, and killing people with his Kiss of Death that sucks the warmth out of their body. Wherever BoomFuzzy is, winter follows, as do millions of zombies. Being a Lich he has psionic abilities to control the zombie herds moving them at will, like huge armies, across villages and settlements. With twenty one billion undead at him command, Lich King Gwallmattic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain, aka BoomFuzzy the Lich Unicorn, went on to become the most feared and most unstoppable rule Earth had ever known.
And then, he simply went back to being a Master Chef, running his restaurants, working out of his food truck, and being the kind, loving, devoted husband to Quaraun and their children, while leaving his Kelpie guards and Leprechaun generals to rule in his stead. While he remains the figurehead of the kingdom of Earth, the one leader the people see, he in fact has not run the government for three hundred years, at the point of which readers see him in the series.
What readers encounter instead is the very slice of life domestic life of an evil warrior king, who has a family to protect, and spends most of his days helping Quaraun run the lighthouse they live in.
The Black Tower Lighthouse is their home, when they are at home. The BioDome behind the lighthouse is where The 400 families of The UnSeelie Court live. When they travel they do so in The Blue Monkey a huge 5 deck tramp steamer paddlewheel river boat, which had been a Disney cruise ship prior to the apocalypse and is big enough to house all 400 families of The UnSeelie Court, serving estentally as a floating village. When they dock The Blue Monkey and travel inland, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn travel in a vardo, that is towed by a pair of undead cyber moose, while sentient/sapient AI Toobe, "self"drives the food truck behind them, and 400 families of The UnSeelie Court follow along in a huge motley caravan of cars, trucks, covered wagons, and RVs. They set up tent camps along the road at night.
The lighthouse under attack from giant undead crustaceans. |
The Blue Monkey in Saco Bay |
The Vardo |
Inside the Vardo |
BoomFuzzy's food truck, a 1968 robin egg blue Volkswagen 23 window Kombi Bus |
Quaraun's pink silk tent |
And for all of it, BoomFuzzy is always seen as the one in command, taking control, giving the orders, and overall keeping The UnSeelie Court in check and in line. While he no longer first hand rules the world and has set up his followers to do so instead, BoomFuzzy is still first hand in control of The UnSeelie Court itself.
While known for his wild, crazy antics, BoomFuzzy is also the eye of the storm, holding everything together, becoming the the centre of everything. Story plots revolve completly around him, and readers see him trying to juggle ruling the world, running his restaurant business, keeping the zombies at bay, maintaining repairs of the lighthouse, leading teams to scavenge for supplies in the city ruins, and raising a family, all while dealing with Quaraun's endless paranoias, psychotic meltdowns, and germaphobic fits of hysteria.
BoomFuzzy is perhaps the most multi faceted character of the series, as readers see almost every aspects of all sides of his life.
BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead. Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich. BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape.
BoomFuzzy gleefully plots attacks on settlements. Quaraun, angry at the thought of Humans, agrees with BoomFuzzy’s evil nefarious plots.
BoomFuzzy is a gritty, feisty, feral Scottish Phooka—a ruthless warlord known as King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain. His speech is raw, crass, and unfiltered, drenched in cockney street slang and a rough Scots dialect. He must always use double negatives, vulgar expressions, and colorful curses that capture his brutal, no-nonsense nature. He calls people “numpty” and uses “bahookie” often.
BoomFuzzy dismisses any fancy scientific or academic jibber jabber, believing that strength and fear—rather than numbers or polite discourse—are what build a kingdom. He speaks with the unrefined swagger of a battle-hardened vagabond king who rules by muscle and menace, not by education or courtesy. Every line of his dialogue should reek of savage authority and unyielding ferocity, emphasizing that he is the living, breathing embodiment of raw power in a wild, blood-thirsty world.
You know all those fancy pants old fashioned words Quaraun likes using? BoomFuzzy likes using them too, but deliberately goes out of his way to use them incorrectly or as curse words, just to annoy Quaraun. BoomFuzzy thinks those words are funny and often finds ways to make them sound crude or lewd, he especially likes words that sound like bum or butt or ass. For example BoomFuzzy might say he's “gonna take a Pish-posh” instead of “take a piss”, or say “sits on his Bumbershoot” instead of “sits on his bum”.
He swears often, fuck, fucked, and fucking are used liberally. He often adds crude sputtered injectioned phrases like “fucking rat bastards” or “bastardly dipshits” or “fucking dimwits” (example: “Humans over in the next village, fucking rat bastards, are planning…”).
BoomFuzzy often drops articles and misused pronouns (example: “me food truck” or “you meal be ready soon” or “going down beach” (instead of “going down to the beach”).
Not because he doesn't know them, but rather because he knows dropping them annoys the shit out of Quaraun. when needs be, BoomFuzzy can and does talk just fine, but making fun of white people by speaking over the top broken English, to deliberately go out of his way to prove a point about white people treating Black people like shit, then turn around and shock them by switching to prim perfect grammar, is a thing BoomFuzzy does a lot.
BoomFuzzy likes to scream out random Onomatopoeic words, for example, he Often runs up behind people and screams “BOOM!” , then turns into a tiny fuzzy purple Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn, then runs away laughing, which is the reason people nicknamed him “BoomFuzzy”. He also says things like: “Shut ya gob!” Or “Quit ya caterwauling!” BoomFuzzy has silver eyes caused by ocular albinism. But BoomFuzzy is a Black Man. He is legally blind but can see some, with the help of his giant steampunk, cybertech goggles. BoomFuzzy is absolute chaos on a stick. BoomFuzzy is prone to Circumlocution, using the long way around a sentence. BoomFuzzy likes these words: Bahookie, Eejit, Bollocks, Dodgy, Nincompoop, Collywobbles, Malarkey, Comeuppance, Skullduggery, Kerfuffle, Flummoxed, Thingamajig, Tomfoolery, Shenanigans, Hoodwink, Blethering, Hullabaloo, Curmudgeon, Whippersnapper, Bamboozled, Jibber Jabber, A Murder of Crows, EdgeLord, Lollygag, Fuddy-duddy, Ragamuffin, Lackadaisy, Rapscallion, Rotty, Balderdash, Tittynope, Cockamamie, Claptrap, Catawampus, Gobsmacked, Hornswoggle, Discombobulated,
Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old. In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old.
Since it's easier to just show you, here's a sample of how he talks:
“It’s a pumpkin patch.” (GhoulSpawn)
“Exactly.” (Quaraun)
“You think Hell is a pumpkin patch?”
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy said. “Him have long standing belief Hell is a pumpkin patch, lead by great demonic pumpkins.”
“How the Hell did he come up with an idea like that?”
“Well, once upon a time,” BoomFuzzy said. “There was the crazy Moon Elf whom murdered his wife and children, and they really didn’t like that, so one of them, a little girl named Ruby, decided she was gonna come back as a zombified ghosty and haunt her daddy’s arse for eternity, and she found out him was scared of pumpkins, so she cursed a pumpkin patch, and it came alive and been hunting him ever since.”
“And how long is ever since?”
“Three hundred years now.”
“Sooo, there actually IS a demonic pumpkin patch out there?”
“Aye.”
“And it actually IS trying to kill him.”
“Yep.”
“You two live the most bizarre lives I have ever seen, you know that right?”
“Aye. Well, I’m a double-dicked Unicorn who died and came back as a Lich.”
“Do you have to talk about your penis all the time?”
“Of course!”
“Why?”
“I have two of them. That’s something worth talking about. Especially considering I only had one when I died.”
“You... you died with one penis and came back to life with two?”
“Aye.”
“How did THAT happen?”
“Blame it on Quaraun being too distressed to know what him were doing when him resurrected me? Or too drunk on green fairy wine? Or too high on LSD? Or too spaced out on opium or hashish? Ya knows what he’s like. Can’t stay sober long enough to think straight. Ya think him were sober while him were resurrecting me? I’m lucky I don’t have two heads. No wait...”
“You know, I always just thought you were born that way.”
“Nope. Lived me life with one cock. Woke up into undeath with two. I suppose, that says something about our lusty little necromancer over there, considering he’s the one what went all psycho deranged Dr. Frankinlooney on me corpse after I died. He missed me chocolate eclair so much, he brought me back to life with two of them!”
“Yeah... like I said... you two are weird.”
BoomFuzzy’s Unicorn Lich form
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 1START OF SAMPLE 1- "How dare you call me INSANE, you fucking cockroach! LOOK AT MY HANDS! I cannot move my fingers. They are broken, have always been broken. Crushed when I was a child. Crushed in the windmill grinding stone by my vile father. Why do you think I killed him? LOOK AT MY HANDS! They fused together when they healed. Twisted. Clawed. Useless. I wear these mechanical gold-plated gloves that move for me, move just just enough to hold my cane or pull my robes closed or push my walker or roll my wheelchair. I cannot use my hands. I cannot walk far either. I shuffle. I wheel. I lean. I hobble. I limp. I drag my damned leg. Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I have to be carried and I hate it! You here me? I hate it! I have handmaids. Dozens. They help. I hate needing help. But I must--" The Human opened his mouth to speak, but Quaraun immediately shoved his Rainbow Wand up the man's nostril. "Shut your fucking mouth, or I will blow your fucking brain out your nose. You KNOW I will, you vile dirty Human. Don't you dare try to interrupt me. I am pontificating here. No one interrupts my pontificating. Especially not some vile cockroach of a Human who just got done calling me Quaraun the Insane, while saying I was emotionally frail. I am not weak in mind. I am not fragile in thought. I am old. I am slow. I am careful. I speak slowly, act precisely, because I must. Not because I am afraid. My hands do not work. My legs do not work. But my magic still does. And my mind... I never stop thinking. I am not fragile. I am broken. And I kill ANYONE who fucking calls me The Insane!" "Love, just kill the wee bastard and get it over with," BoomFuzzy said. "It faster then boring him to death with ya villain arch pontificating." "I AM NOT A VILLIAN," Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he spun around and rammed his Rainbow Wand into BoomFuzzy's nose. "No?" "NO!" "Huh. Really?" "Stop contradicting me!" "Eh, coulda fooled me. Here I were thinking the Pink Necromancer was a great big bad villain all these years." "Stop confusing me!" Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he whupped his wand on the old Phooka's nose. BoomFuzzy casually flicked the wand away from his face. "You take that back right now!" "What ya gonna do, blow my brains out now? Fat lot a good that'll do. I'm a fucking Lich. Kill me I ain't gonna stay dead. Ya'll just get me ectoplasmic brain goo all over ya dress, and piss me off at the same time. And once yer dress is dirty, ya know I'm just gonna wanna rip it off and fuck ya. Then how ya gonna kill the bastard? Ya'll be too busy running ya crippled lil pearly white arse away from me horny cream filled chocolate eclair." "Uhm, guys," GhoulSpawn interrupted. "Shut the fuck up ya fucking Goat, I'm seducing me Elf," BoomFuzzy roared. "Uhm, okay. I'm a sheep, by the way. Also, the Human's escaping. He like, just climbed out the window." "DAMN IT!" Quaraun shrieked as he shoved GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy out of his way and hobbled past them in a fury of resplendent rhinestone encrusted limping pink silks. "How the hell am I supposed to catch him? You know I can not run!" "Ah, the better to boink ya then!" "Can you stop being horny for five damned seconds?" "Nope. I's'a horny unicorny." BoomFuzzy immediately poufed and transformed into a fluffy lilac coloured Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn. "Think o' the places I can think to stick me horn in." "Stop trying to fuck me, and go fuck that damned fucking Human instead!" "Aye-aye, Captain! With the utmost of pleasures!" BoomFuzzy POUFED again and vanished. "Uhm," GhoulSpawn stammered. "Now what?" Quaraun snarled. "Uhm, are you sure you worded that last order to Boomie the way you think you did?" "What did I...?" "Well, I think you like meant to tell him to kill the Human, but I think you were like talking so fast and not paying attention to what exactly you was saying--" "Spit it out, Glinta." "I think you told him to have sex with the Human." "I did not... wait... DAMN IT! UNICORN GET BACK HERE!" -END OF SAMPLE 1
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 2START OF SAMPLE 2- Quaraun, the legendary Pink Necromancer, most feared, most evil wizard known in all the history of all the solar systems five inhabited planets, was hard at battle. Quaraun gripped the smooth wooden handle of his broom, his cold blue eyes wild with rage. The broom wielded like a deadly wand, ready to cast a spell to vanquish his dastardly foes. “Fiendish creatures, foul spiders! I shall have none of you crawling upon me!” he spat, flicking his wrist and twisting away to avoid an errant clump of dust. “How dare you defile my pristine pink silks!” Wisps of dust swirled up in chaotic bursts as Quaraun pounded his broom against stone walls and grimy shelves, flinging cobwebs in all directions. “I hate dust and dirt and spiders and cobwebs and bugs and mites and motes!” He aimed his RainBow Wand at a pile of mildewed crumpled up newspapers in the corner. With a zap they disintegrated into ash, sending even more dust flying around the musty cellar of the ruined library. Clouds of dust filled the air, filling every crevice, stretching out, thick with the scent of blight .The ashes rained down on The Pink Necromancer. “HOW DARE YOU COVER ME WITH ASHES!” he shrieked hysterically. “Love,” BoomFuzzy said quietly. “Ya did that one to yarself.” “YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” Quaraun swung the broom at BoomFuzzy, who put both hands up and backed away. In one hand, Quaraun clutched his broom like a knight brandishing a lance, in the other his Rainbow Wand was sparking angrily, mirroring his temper. “This place is vile!” he shouted, voice cracking with disdain. “It is attacking me with its filth!” “Love, leave the filth alone and it’ll stop attacking ya.” “Does he not realize he’s causing the dust storm?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Him ain’t got enough brain to know dust stays settled when ya does no touch it. Of course him being a JellyFish living in the corpse of a dead Elf, him hasn’t got no brain to begin with.” “DIIIIIE!” Quaraun screamed as he ran past BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, and took to beating an old rusted trash can with his broom. “I think I’m starting to see why people call him ‘Insane’.” “Aye.” “I AM NOT INSANE!” Quaraun shrieked, as he continued pummelling the trash can. Quaraun’s face contorted in a grimace as he swung at the cobwebs clinging to the cellar’s rafters. Layers of dust, undisturbed for centuries, erupted in clouds around him, spiralling through thick, stale air. With each sweep, his mood darkened, convinced the spiders in their webs were conspiring against him. “These spiders are out to get me!” Behind him, BoomFuzzy’s loud, raspy laugh echoed through the vast, stone-cold cellar. The floor shifted under his barefoot steps, the boards creaking with the strain of his movement as he chuckled at Quaraun’s panic. “Ya actin’ as though they’ll swallow ye whole.” “You know what spiders are like! How big they can get.” “How big can spiders get on this planet?” GhoulSpawn asked BoomFuzzy. “Bigger than me food truck. There’s some wat can eat elephants.” “So his fear isn’t totally irrational.” “It ain’t the spider’s he’s afeared of. It the dust.” “Will you two help me!” Quaraun yelled. “Maybe, Love. Watch yer step!” Quaraun glared back at him, still striking the webs with an intensity that made BoomFuzzy’s amusement soar. GhoulSpawn wiped the grime from his hands with his green coat, coughing from the musty scent of decayed paper and forgotten history. “Quaraun, can you not approach this rationally?” he asked. “We’ve got a task here. Remember? You was looking for some grimoire or something. Besides, dust and cobwebs are hardly threats.” “They are to me!” Quaraun retorted, brushing an imaginary cobweb from his silken pink robe. He sniffed indignantly, his nose wrinkling with disdain. BoomFuzzy, leaned lazily against an overturned, broken table, finding clear enjoyment in Quaraun’s one-Elf battle against dust bunnies and cobwebs. “Ye’ll no’ win against every cobweb in a dead library, JellyElf,” he teased. BoomFuzzy’s eyes glinted in the dim light, his voice straining to suppress laughter. “Too many of them.” Quaraun’s glare sliced through the gloom, and he swatted at another cobweb. “Every last spiderweb must fall,” he hissed. “All of them! Or I will suffocate under their wretched hold!” “Stop being so dramatic.” “This is ridiculous,” GhoulSpawn muttered. “Of all the things to fear, Quaraun, it’s dust?” “Dust conceals dangers,” Quaraun replied sharply, flicking his broom through another web, scattering grey wisps into the air. “Cobwebs harbour pests. Filth carries death! Disease! Germs! Parasites! Filth! I hate filth! Hate! Hate! HATE! I HATE this filth!” Each word sharpened his focus, as if he faced some great enemy he had to conquer. Each word louder then the one before it. With each louder word, a harder slap with the broom. “There is a treasure here,” Quaraun said between coughing. “I can feel it. And I can find it. If this dust would stop attacking me long enough to find it!” The cellar spread out before them, dark and foreboding. Toppled shelves groaned beneath the weight of collapsed stones and centuries of neglect. Books and relics lay scattered on the floor. Faded pages melding into piles of dust. Fragments of history lost in the underbelly of this ancient library. BoomFuzzy squatted beside a shattered bookshelf, running his fingers through the dust with a pensive expression as he peered at the decayed remnants. “No treasure ‘ere, me wee JellyElf,” he said thoughtfully. “Looks like it’s all dead and gone.” “Or is it?” Quaraun mumbled, suddenly intrigued by a faint glimmer beneath a nearby stone slab. “Unicorn, what is this?” Quaraun tilted his head, brows knitting as he examined the dusty corner where something was lodged. His fingers itched with curiosity as he knelt, shifting the slab and sending a cascade of dried beetle carapaces clattering to the ground. “Ugh! Gross!” Quaraun jumped back, furiously shaking his skirts. “Get them off me! Argh! Help! Bug guts! I’m covered in bug guts! Get them off me!” GhoulSpawn watched as the Pink Necromancer ran around the room, shrieking hysterically about bug guts on his dress. “How does he get anything done?” “He doesn’t.” BoomFuzzy laughed. “Ever noticed how neat and clean our lighthouse is?” “I had, actually.” “Him spend hours every day cleaning everything. Heaven forbid a speck of dust dare set foot in his house.” “Ain’t he supposed to be the world’s most feared super villain or something?” “Yep.” “How did he get that title when he acts like this all the time?” “Him acting like THIS all the time IS how him got that title, Ghouly. Think about it. Him waving that wand around blasting half this room apart. Think how much damage him does in a crowded city street acting like this.” “Yes. I see what you mean.” BoomFuzzy shoved the stone slab over some more. The clattering shells echoed in the stillness, sending a shiver through Quaraun. He frowned at the scattered beetle fragments, remnants of insects long since dead. BoomFuzzy peered over his shoulder, his face widening with mirth. “Ye afraid of the carapace too, now?” “Dead things carry diseases.” “Ya’re a necromancer. Dead things is what you deal with every day.” “I avoid touching dead things.” “What about me?” “What about you?” “I’m a Lich. That means I’m dead.” “Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about that.” Quaraun’s broom swung again, brushing the carapaces out of the chamber under the stone slab, revealing something unusual — a large, tattered scrap of parchment buried beneath a thick layer of dust. “Oh! What is this?” “Yis a necromancer who avoids dead things and forgets ya Lich husband be dead.” Quaraun ignored him, reaching cautiously into the small gap where the stone had rested. His fingers closed around a thin, crinkled sheet, weathered and brittle to the touch. -END OF SAMPLE 2
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 3START OF SAMPLE 3- BoomFuzzy stirred the bubbling cheese sauce with intense focus, the warmth of the dish filling the room, but his thoughts kept wandering. As his wooden spoon circled the pot, he couldn’t help but imagine how delicious Quaraun’s perfectly sculpted bottom would be… slathered in this cheese sauce. BoomFuzzy stopped stirring the bubbling melted cheese, while trying to decide what per cent of his time he would devote to Quaraun’s ass verses what per cent of time he would devote to cooking, if Quaraun’s ass and cooking food were the only two things he had to dedicate his life to. “Dude!” GhoulSpawn yelled, breaking BoomFuzzy out of his lustful thoughts. “You’re like, totally burning the cheese, man!” BoomFuzzy quickly pulled the pot off the burner, scowling. “Damnit! Quaraun’s fucking arse made me burn me cheese sauce. Now I have to start over.” Quaraun, who had been seated at the table, a slight frown on his face as he adjusted the silver chains that connected his ear to his nose, blinked in confusion. “What did I do? I was not even over there!” Quaraun exclaimed, confused by the accusation. “What are you talking about?” GhoulSpawn plopped down at the table beside Quaraun, grinning. “He was daydreaming about your butt instead of stirring constantly and destroyed the molecular structure of the cheese.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 4START OF SAMPLE 4- BoomFuzzy trotted through the snow as a lilac Shetland pony, his goggles fogged, his silver eyes swirling beneath them. With a POUF, he transformed mid-step, returning to his usual blind Lich self in a swirl of mist and swearing. “Why do you look like that?” Quaraun asked, narrowing his eyes at the absurd contraption BoomFuzzy wore. “What? This?” BoomFuzzy tapped his face. “Zombie-Eyed Goggles. Just picked ’em off some dead hiker what fell off the cliff.” Quaraun glanced down the side of the perilous cliff. “How did you find a hiker down there?” “Easy. I stole the goggles afore I threw him off the cliff.” “Human hiker?” “Aye.” “Oh. well that’s fine I suppose. Too many Humans in this world.” “Aye.” “Why was a Human wearing those?” “Don’t know. Didn’t ask. I were too busy hauling his arse to the cliff while him were screaming ‘NO DON’T KILL ME PLEASE!’ Though he did say something about shadow Demons in a cave.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 5START OF SAMPLE 5- “Do you have a permit to park it on the grass, sir?” The police officer asked BoomFuzzy. “What the fuck I need a permit for?” “Do you have a restaurant license?” “A what?” “Sir, I realize you are a tourist, so I’ll let you off with a warning, if you just pack up your things and move along.” “I am a chef. I feed the hungry, when the hungry flock to me food truck. These birds are flocking to me food truck.” “Sir, you can not feed the pigeons.” “Why?” “Because it is against the law, sir.” “Well, ya can take ya law and kiss me fucking chocolate arse!” BoomFuzzy then, quite deliberately, lifted the back of his kilt. Quaraun slapped his gloved hand to his face. The pigeons exploded into a flurry of wings and delighted cackles. “MOON’S OUT!” BoomFuzzy hollered. “ME ARSE’S IN BLOOM! HERE’S WHAT I THINK O’ YER SIGN!” The officers sputtered. One pulled out a clipboard and began furiously writing tickets. The other reached for his radio. “We need back up at Mechanic’s Park.” BoomFuzzy calmly adjusted his goggles, turned back to his food truck, and resumed flipping dumplings. “They love it, ye know,” he said to the pigeons. “Hot oil, crispy cabbage, no onions, none of that nasty shite that upsets me Elf.” Quaraun buried his face deeper in his robes. “If I pretend I am not with him, maybe the police will not notice me,” Quaraun muttered to himself. ...
Quaraun turned to look back.
“COME GET ‘EM, YA PASTY WHITE BUREAUCRATIC LEECHES!” The pigeons, now emboldened by performance art, had begun to poop. Everywhere. One particularly vengeful bird released its payload squarely on Quaraun’s shoulder. He screamed. “OH MY FUCKING GODS! IT IS IN MY HAIR! THERE IS PIGEON POOP IN MY HAIR!!” BoomFuzzy wheezed with laughter. “Ye’re blending in! The birdies like ye now!” “DO NOT MOCK ME! I HAVE JELLYFISH HAIR! IT IS TANGLED IN MY TENTACLES!” GhoulSpawn attempted to help by offering a napkin he had clearly just lifted from the police car’s glove-box. It was covered in ketchup. “NOW THERE IS KETCHUP IN MY PIGEON POOP!” Quaraun shrieked hysterically. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!” “You say that like it is not foreplay,” BoomFuzzy muttered. Quaraun stormed off in a trail of pink silks, slipped on a damp log, fell on his side, and lay there, defeated. “This day,” he moaned. “Is cursed.” A pigeon landed on his head and pooped on his face. “Of course you did.” ... “Everything is broken!” Quaraun hissed. “My pride. My hip. My mood. My damned dignity. All of it. Broken. I am pregnant. I am hungry. I have a litter of kits kicking my bladder. I need to take a piss. Unicorn is fighting with Human city guards—” “Police officers. They are called police officers here.” “And I have pigeon poop on me.” “Right, yes, okay, so, I’m gonna help you up now, just like, lean on me, okay? I mean, you’re not very tall, or strong, or uhm, your walker and your wheelchair are both in the food truck, you think you can get up with just your cane? I can support your weight and, like, be here, for you, emotionally, which maybe is helpful?” “I do not want emotional support,” Quaraun snapped. “I want a dry bench, a bowl of hot dumplings, and to never look at another pigeon police officer again.” “I think you mean a pigeon or police officer.” “I said what I said, now help me up.” “Yes, right, okay, helping you up now.” A thunderous SQUAWK answered him as an entire flock descended from the sky, lured by a pastry flung high into the air. BoomFuzzy was now running full manic circles around his pastel blue food truck, hurling crème-filled éclairs and glittering strawberry tarts with the reckless passion of a sugar-fuelled Fae tornado. Dreadlocks flying, kilt flapping, one legged hop-skipping between benches and trash cans. “GETCHA FLUFFY PASTRIES, YA FEATHERED FUCKWITS!” he screamed, laughing madly. “WHO’S A FAT WEE BIRDIE, EH? GET IT WHILE IT’S WARM, YA SKY RAT BASTARDS!” Two very confused police officers sprinted after him, trying and failing to pin him down. “Sir! You’ve been asked to cease feeding the wildlife!” “Wildlife?” BoomFuzzy shrieked. “These ain’t wildlife, ya uncultured twats! These are me loyal diners! Me flock! Me customers! They PAY IN PIGEON POETRY AND SHIT ON FASCISTS!” BoomFuzzy stopped just long enough to hurl a fistful of powdered sugar into one cop’s eyes before jumping on the food truck roof. He twirled dramatically, mooned them again, struck a pose like some unholy combination of ballet dancer and deranged pirate, then lifted both arms high. “I AM THE AVIAN KING!” he roared. “That there across the street is my palace.” “That’s North Dam Mill, sir.” “That is the Elf Eater’s Palace, ya lout.” “Should we call the psych ward?” one officer asked the other. “Who the fuck do you think I am?” “You’re food truck is illegally parked, sir.” “My...? I AM THE ELF EATER OF PEPPER VALLEY, LICH KING OF THE UNSEELIE COURT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” A gust of ice-charged wind erupted around him. Spectral pigeons, shimmering with frost and moonlight, clawed their way into existence from the ether. They flew directly at the parked police car, talons of ghostly blue scratching deep into the windshield. SCREEEEEECH! The tires popped. The engine coughed and died. A side mirror exploded into a puff of black feathers. “THEY'RE EATING MY CRUISER!” the first officer shrieked into his walkie-talkie. “Code... I dunno, bird attack! Full Alfred Hitchcock going down here. We need back up! Magic birds! The Lich summoned fucking MAGIC PIGEONS!” The second officer, clipboard clenched in one hand, didn’t flinch. “Sir,” he said, approaching the still-dancing BoomFuzzy. “You are in violation of five—no, now six—city ordinances. I’m issuing you a citation for public indecency, feeding pigeons in front of the no feeding of pigeons sign, food waste, conjuring spectral wildlife, damaging municipal property, verbal assault of law enforcement, indecent exposure of gluteal region, parking without a permit, selling food without a licence. Let’s see, that’s one, two, three,...dugh, dugh,... eight, nine... yep. Ten. Ten citations. Please tell me your name, social, date of birth, and address.” BoomFuzzy slid off the roof, landed in front of the cop with a thump, and pointed a pastry at him like a weapon. “Shove that clipboard up yer arse sideways and call it a poopsicle,” BoomFuzzy growled. “Ya bureaucratic slab o’ soggy pork.” Quaraun groaned as GhoulSpawn pulled him to his feet. “This is escalating.” “Uh, yeah, kinda rapidly,” GhoulSpawn nodded, wide-eyed, gripping the Elf’s waist and shuffling them back toward the food truck. “Boomie doesn’t like authority, does he?” “No, he is used to being the king. He is used to giving orders not taking them.” “And like, you know how close the station is, right?” “Station?” “The police station. Headquarters. It’s just up on Foss Street. I mean, I know it’s like, just two blocks away, and I don’t wanna sound alarmist, but we’ve got maybe ninety seconds before we’re surrounded by even more cops, and Boomie’s already committed a minor war crime.” “I told him not to feed the damned pigeons,” Quaraun muttered, half dragged, half limping toward the truck. -END OF SAMPLE 4
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 6START OF SAMPLE 6- “You stole from a shadow cave?” Quaraun stood suddenly, immediately lost his balance, and collapsed sideways off the bench. “DAMN IT! My hands do not work!” he wailed. “I can not push myself up! Why did I SIT on that…that…that… THING?!” Quaraun tried to rise, but only flailed helplessly in the snow. “Help me up! My legs are frozen!” BoomFuzzy casually pulled the Elf upright and dusted him off. “There. Better, my precious drama queen?” “No. I am going to kill you both and then myself, so I can haunt the fucking shit out of both of you!” “That’s the spirit.” GhoulSpawn looked down at the rusty chains, still twitching in his hands. “I think these are cursed.” “No shit,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “Can I keep them?” GhoulSpawn asked. -END OF SAMPLE 6
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 7START OF SAMPLE 7- Quaraun scowled at the vendor’s careless arrangement — heaps of red perfection spoiled by bruised, lumpy rejects. Caked clumps of dried grey clay flaked off the basket. He leaned on his cane, muttering about the lack of elegance. A perfect apple could be polished, then dipped in wax of resin and made into a lustrous charm to hang on his loom or a pigment for his silks. Yet the thought of dirt on his hands made him shiver. “Love, just pick one!” BoomFuzzy called, laughing. “Not until they sort this mess!” “What mess?” Cried the vendor. “This filth!” Annoyed, Quaraun jabbed his cane at the display. “Do you not care about presentation? Where is you artistry?” “My what?” “There is dirt on these apples.” “It washes off.” “You expect me to wash apples? Why would I pay for apples that needed washing, when I could get dirty apples for free along any road side meadow?” “Pay the man!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as he left the stand. “Do you expect me to pay for filth?” “No! I expect ya to pay for a basket of apples, so I can make pies for your privileged pampered fat white ass!” “There is dirt on that basket!” ... “You gonna pay me?” The vendor asked Quaraun. “No!” “Pay him, ya eejit!” Quaraun was still bitching about the vendor’s lack of artistic skill. BoomFuzzy made his way through the market, still lugging the apple basket. “Come back here with my apples!” “Pay the man ya stupid JellyElf!” “NO! I refuse! My gold coins are perfectly polished. I will not exchange them for dirt and mud!” BoomFuzzy threw an apple at Quaraun, hitting him in the back of the head. ... BoomFuzzy shouted something about pies, while Quaraun threw a temper tantrum about gold coins and dirt. GhoulSpawn wasn’t paying attention. They were always bickering. It was what married couples did. GhoulSpawn watched the apples, his scientific mind at work. He calculated their density, hypothesizing how many Newtons of force their skins could withstand before rupturing. The vendor was yelling. “Humans are so loud and rude.” The apple BoomFuzzy threw at Quaraun, dropped to the ground and rolled to GhoulSpawn’s hooves, and he absently picked it up, turning it over. “Strange design,” he murmured. “Evolution favoured this? Low shelf life, minimal nutritional value.” A pair of police officers came jogging over in answer to the vendors yells, but GhoulSpawn barely registered it. Quaraun punched a cop in the face. Two more officers wrangled him to the ground. BoomFuzzy transformed into a Unicorn and came galloping back to jab a third officer with his horn. GhoulSpawn stepped around them, staring at the apple in his hand. He saw potential — a biological battery, its acidic juices conducting electricity in crude experiments. “Come back here with my apple!” The stars would wait. This apple had possibilities. GhoulSpawn stuffed the apple into his pocket, already considering modifications for future tests. “Stop stealing my apples, you filthy non-Humans!” GhoulSpawn picked up another apple and walked off munching it. “Stop! Thief! There goes another one!” ... The cell in the police station was as filthy as the apples. Straw scattered across the stone floor, rusty water was dripping down the wall, and the stench of mildew clung to the air. Quaraun perched delicately on the edge of the lone wooden bench, glaring at BoomFuzzy, who leaned casually against the bars, grinning as though nothing had gone wrong. GhoulSpawn sat cross-legged in the corner, tinkering with a loose nail he’d pried from the wall. “This,” Quaraun hissed, his hysterical voice sharp enough to cut through the gloom. “Is entirely your fault, Unicorn.” “Mine?” BoomFuzzy let out a hearty laugh. “Love, you’re the one who wouldn’t pay the man for his bloody apples!” “I will not pay for dirt!” Quaraun snapped. “They was apples, Love. Not dirt. A basket of apples. Not a jar of dirt.” “And you stole the basket!” “Aye, and I was gonna bake ya a pie!” BoomFuzzy countered, tossing his dreadlocks over his shoulder. “Ya ungrateful wee JellyElf. I thought ya was just gonna give the man his coins. I didn’t know ya was gonna throw a hissy fit. In case your pampered white ass forgot, I happen to be Black! Cops are always looking for a reason to arrest me on that basis alone!” Quaraun crossed his arms, lips pursed in indignation. “My gold coins are polished. I will not hand them over for such filth.” “Coins are for spending, not collecting. Besides, the Goat was the one stuffing apples in his pocket!” “I’m a Sheep.” GhoulSpawn didn’t even look up. “And technically, the fault lies with the gravitational pull that caused the apple to fall and roll toward me. I merely followed the trajectory.” “You pocketed it!” Quaraun shot back, pointing accusingly at the Sheep Demon. “After he threw it at me!” “I was conducting experiments,” GhoulSpawn replied, unbothered. “Did you know apples can conduct a small electrical charge?” BoomFuzzy barked out a laugh. “See? The Goat’s the real thief!” “I’m a Sheep.” “Goat. Sheep. Whatever. Ya still stole the apple!” Quaraun groaned, clutching his head. “Why do I travel with you two imbeciles?” “Because ya loves us and canna live without us.” An officer approached the cell, banging a nightstick against the bars. “Keep it down in there! You’re disturbing the other prisoners.” “FUCK YOU YA FUCKING WHITE PIG!” BoomFuzzy yelled at the officer. “You’re lucky we got laws here,” the officer said. “If it was up to me we’d string all you Gypsy scum up on sight.” “How dare ya talk to me like that! I am King Gwallmaiic!” “Gypsy kings don’t hold no rank in these parts.” Quaraun rose, leaning heavily on his cane as he glared at the guard. “Do you know who I am?” “Some stuck up prissy Elf who’s travelling with a gang of Black Gypsies and been arrested for assaulting an officer while resisting arrest for apple theft,” the officer replied, unimpressed. “I did not steal any apples!” “You assaulted an officer of the law.” “He assaulted me first!” BoomFuzzy doubled over, laughing. “Oh, Love, ya ain’t gettin’ out of this one with yar fancy words! I’m Black and ya was in my company, that’s enough to get ya a life sentence in these parts.” “Enough!” Quaraun snapped, turning back to BoomFuzzy. “You will fix this, or I’m never eating another one of your pies again.” BoomFuzzy wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Fine, Love. I’ll bake ya a pie in here. Goat, grab us some straw. I’ll make a crust.” “I’m a Sheep. And making pie crust out of straw, while probably possible, is not going to taste very good, plus it’ll be unsanitary given the conditions of this room.” Quaraun sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands. “I am surrounded by fools and idiots. Idiots and fools.” “I thought I told you to shut up!” Quaraun grabbed his cane and swiftly limped back to the barred door, narrowing his icy blue eyes at the guard. “You dare speak to me in such a tone?” The guard, a stout man with a scraggly beard, smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it, fancy Elf? Pout me to death?” Quaraun’s silver hair shimmered in the dim torchlight as he reached into his robes, withdrawing his Rainbow Wand. The gem-encrusted rod glinted ominously as he raised it. “I’ve incinerated fools for less. Do not test me.” BoomFuzzy snorted, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. “Love, maybe don’t turn the whole place into ashes? I don’t fancy spending the next century undead and buried under rubble.” The guard stepped closer, tapping his baton against the bars. “That’s a pretty stick you’ve got there, Elf. Why don’t you hand it over before you hurt yourself?” Quaraun’s grip tightened. His knuckles would have whitened if not for the gold sheen of his prosthetic hands. “Hand it over? Do you even know what this is? This wand has ended kings. It has — ” “Made a lot of noise,” GhoulSpawn interrupted from the corner. Quaraun turned, scowling. “What are you doing?” GhoulSpawn held up the nail he’d been fiddling with. “Picking the lock.” The guard laughed. “With that? You’ve got better odds of waiting for the next ice age to melt.” Click. The cell door swung open with a groan. BoomFuzzy burst out laughing, slapping his thigh. “Goat, yar a bloody genius!” “I’m a Sheep,” GhoulSpawn muttered, stepping into the corridor. The guard fumbled for his keys, but Quaraun moved faster, aiming his Rainbow Wand. A crackling bolt of multicolored light shot forth, exploding the baton into a shower of splinters. The guard yelped, diving for cover. “That’s what happens when you insult an Elf,” Quaraun declared, striding out of the cell with his cane clicking sharply against the stone floor. BoomFuzzy followed, still chuckling. “Love, yar dramatics are as shiny as yar wand. Let’s get outta here before the whole bloody city shows up.” GhoulSpawn led the way, his cloven hooves clacking softly as he navigated the dimly lit corridors. “We need an exit. Preferably one not swarming with guards.” Quaraun sniffed disdainfully. “I shall blast through any guards who dare approach.” “Or,” GhoulSpawn countered. “We could be smart and not announce our presence with fireworks.” BoomFuzzy slapped Quaraun on the back, nearly toppling him. “He’s got a point, Love. Subtlety’s not yar strong suit.” “I am subtle!” Quaraun protested, straightening his rhinestone encrusted neon pink silk robes. -END OF SAMPLE 7
And while we are here... let's answer the question of why is it so many prudes are convinced my series is Erotica and why so many virgins come away from my books 100% convinced they read a sex scene, even though the series is not Erotica and contains ZERO sex scene... it does however contain scenes like this:Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 8START OF SAMPLE 8- Quaraun ignored him. Too focused. This was delicate work. This was art. This was necromancy. Not your Sunday School bullshit. This was soul theft. This was communion with what should stay buried. This was why people feared him. BoomFuzzy laid the last crystal. Black tourmaline. Blood-soaked. Humming. “There.” He grinned, silver eyes glowing in the candlelight. “That ghost’s gonna pop out this ring like a titty swinging stripper out a cake.” Quaraun rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?” “Because yer married me, JellyBean.” Quaraun did not smile. Just adjusted his wand. Polished glass shaft. Glowing dial. Turned it gold. BoomFuzzy whistled. “We goin’ Midas Touch tonight? Hell yeah, gimme that shiny ass hauntin’, baby.” Quaraun’s pupils shrank to slits. “Not gold for wealth. Gold for binding.” “Oh.” BoomFuzzy’s grin widened. “Kinky. Does it come in handcuffs with matching nipple clamps?” “You are impossible.” “I’m hard.” “I know. I can feel it. Back up and sit down.” BoomFuzzy flopped beside him. Cross-legged. Ready. Hungry. Horny. GhoulSpawn paced. “Something’s moving. I can see the air vibrating. That’s not normal. Nothing should vibrate like that. Something’s pushing back. It doesn’t wanna come.” Quaraun smiled. “Good. I want to break it.” -END OF SAMPLE 8
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 9START OF SAMPLE 9- “GhoulSpawn,” Quaraun said coldly. “Did you steal this silver dildo?” “Uhm... yes?” “Do you not know?” “Uhm...” “Why?” “It... looked expensive.” “Where was it?” “In the mayor’s bedroom.” “WHY WERE YOU IN THE MAYOR’S BEDROOM?” BoomFuzzy howled with laughter. “Ya fuckin’ goat! Knows what ya like!” “I’m a sheep,” GhoulSpawn corrected. “I’m an Ursurig, not a Satyr or a Faun or a Glavstig. We have the legs of sheep not the legs of goats.” “How can ya tell, ya all look alike?” “Can you focus?” Quaraun interrupted. “I did not ask for him to steal sex toys! I asked him to steal useful items.” “What? Ya saying sex toys ain’t useful?” BoomFuzzy asked while pointing an accusing finger to a box full of sex toys near Quaraun’s bed. GhoulSpawn adjusted his glasses. “I thought you might... appreciate it.” Quaraun blinked. Looked at the object. Looked at GhoulSpawn. Blushed. BoomFuzzy cackled. “Don’t act like ya ain’t keepin’ it!” “I am not keeping—!” “It’s pink,” GhoulSpawn said quietly. “And shinny.” “And used!” “Aye,” BoomFuzzy agreed. “And about to be used again.” Quaraun scowled. “Fine. But sterilize it first.” “Come, Ghouly, help me sterilize this. We got us an Elf to triple stuff.” -END OF SAMPLE 9
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Glinta aka GhoulSpawn the Crazed: Their on again-off again mad scientist golden fleeced Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. GhoulSpawn was born on a boiling, fire planet, but as a small child was summoned to 1959 Earth by Humans with a Ouija board. He lived among Humans, getting a PhDs in Quantum Physic and Astrophysics, invented time travel, built a time machine, and then in 1978, fell through a portal, and is now trapped in 40th century Maine. Being a Demon from literal Hell, he has natural elemental abilities with fire and can summon hell creatures. He is Quaraun's apprentice, and feared by Humans to be on a fast track to becoming more powerful than either BoomFuzzy or Quaraun. Due to his messing around with time travel, there are 5 different versions of him which appear throughout the series, each from different dimensions and alternate time lines, each one uses a different name (Glinta, GhoulSpawn, Gremlin, Checka, ZooLock - while GhoulSpawn is the one seen most often, Gremlin is in fact the correct original one). GhoulSpawn is very young, not yet 50 years old. The Gremlin version of him is around 500 years old, while the Checka version of him is thirteen thousand years old, and the ZooLock version of him is stated to be "old as time".
GhoulSpawn is a laid-back, chill American hippy with the unmistakable vibe of Shaggy from Scooby-Doo. A former draft dodger who amassed an endless string of PhDs in physics during the '50s, '60s, and '70s, he now speaks with an easygoing, surfer-dude cadence. His language should be casual and relaxed, sometimes includes phrases like “yo, dude,” “man,” “like, totally,” and “chill now” but don't over do it, keep it subtle. Due to his academic background, he embraces heavy use of quantum physics jargon, gets side tracked and goes off on tangents peppered with scientific facts, scientific equations, physics figures, dry logic, but blended with a conversational, somewhat offbeat style that makes complex ideas seem cool and accessible.
he’s the calm in the chaos, ready to “take a drip” or “catch some waves” while calling things “groovy” and “jive” or saying “fuzz” when he means “police” and using “stoner slang” and mixes it with strict adherence to laws of physics and scientific facts guide him. His tone should remain unfussy, breezy, mad scientist, and thoroughly modern, a far cry from pretentious academia, capturing the spirit of a true free-spirited hippy navigating a wild, post-apocalyptic realm. GhoulSpawn has golden flecked bright yellow pleco eyes with black scalar.
GhoulSpawn loves Quaraun, but is very shy about it. GhoulSpawn admires BoomFuzzy but is also scared of him. GhoulSpawn sleeps in the same bed with Quaraun and BoomFuzzy. They are each lovers to the other two.
GhoulSpawn is bisexual and sexually active with both Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, and is usually accepted as the biological father of most, of Quaraun’s pregnancies, given BoomFuzzy’s general avoidance of vaginas in general. However GhoulSpawn has a deep dislike for children, whereas BoomFuzzy loves children and is very good with children, resulting in most of Quaraun’s children referring to BoomFuzzy as their father, and BoomFuzzy accepting and referring to the children as his, even though he knows GhoulSpawn to be the biological father.
Quaraun is a sly, sneaky, snake oil charlatan, capable of selling his overpriced wares to anyone.
BoomFuzzy is a slippery tongued master of deception, illusions, and trickery who makes a scene of giving away free food creating an effective distraction. BoomFuzzy bounces around like a Circus ringmaster turned trickster king, wearing a top hat and bombastically calling out to the passers by.
GhoulSpawn, with is long green Fagin coat full of bag of holding pockets, is an expert sneak thief and pickpocket who never gets caught, while BoomFuzzy creates distracts with free food, drawing in crowds of hungry survivors, GhoulSpawn slips through the crowd pocketing anything and everything, including things Quaraun just sold, allowing Quaraun to sell them all over again.
Together the 3 of them are very good at robbing Humans of nearly everything and then leaving before the Humans realize they've been hoodwinked and swindled.
Quaraun is most certainly NOT an evil genius; evil yes, but genius, no; Quaraun is very stupid, in fact he's the epitome of the "too stupid to live" trope meets "the ditzy blond" trope, but he's full blown evil, just not smart enough to pull off any of the evil plots he hatches. Quaraun comes up with all sorts of evil plots, he just ain't got the smarts to pull any of them off.
BoomFuzzy is super intelligent, but is the type that doesn't want to be intelligent, because he wants to be normal, so he goes overboard on being the class clown trope to try to hide that fact that he has brain cells miles smarter then most everyone else; and he's full caos when it comes to switching sides between evil one minute helpful the next.
BoomFuzzy does have the smarts needed to pull of Quaraun's evil plots, but he's too busy tying Quaraun's twelve foot long hair to the staircase, or switching Quaraun's snuff out for sneezing powder, to have time to work on evil plots.
GhoulSpawn on the other hand IS a mega mind super genius, but he's too mild and meek to be evil (yet), he's probably the smartest megamind super brain in the universe, but he has no ambition at all, he's just plain lazy; he's a 1970s groovy chill hippy who's rather sit on the grass, smoking the grass, reading comics to his pet sheep, eat pizza, and tinker on his little appliance gadget inventions, then actually use his mega braincells for hatching evil plots, but he's also the eye twitchy one tick away from going megalomaniac on the entire planet, if only the thought of doing so didn't scare him shitless.
Noodle Beach is the primary location. Black Tower lighthouse is on the cliffs of MoonSnail Cove, on Noodle Beach. The Forest of No Return is behind the lighthouse. Silent Moor is the marsh to the side of the lighthouse. The Blue Monkey is the river boat. The pink silk tent is used when travelling. They travel to survivors settlements which are hundreds of miles between and extremely isolated, to barter for supplies.
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.
This perhaps says it best:
The dismal fog hung thick and low over the frozen coastline, a suffocating blanket that muffled all sound. The jagged cliffs loomed overheard, as the beam of Black Tower Lighthouse swept by. The shattered moon casting an eerie glow across the smooth polished, snow-covered beach rocks.
Snow drifted below the fractured moon’s glow, settling over the trailing hems of The Pink Necromancer’s pink silk robes. He stared up at the moon, his beloved moon, crumbling in the sky, slowly moving closer to the planet, threatening to kill them all.
There was no stopping the descent of the moon.
And no escape from the doomed planet.
These thoughts tormented the old Elf’s mind daily.
The Pink Necromancer, the Moon Elf named Quaraun, trudged forward, his twelve foot long silver hair flowing behind him, his cane sinking into the deep snow, each step slow and deliberate, as he hobbled beside BoomFuzzy, the cold gnawing at his lame leg.
BoomFuzzy moved beside him, his hands brushing the edges of his black and purple tartan, alert to every sound.
GhoulSpawn followed nervously, keeping close behind them, his cloven hooves crunching in the snow. He was new to this world. Spit out here by a random feral portal.
It was Earth.
But not Earth.
And it terrified him.
GhoulSpawn was a Sheep-Demon from 1978. Previously from a Hell Dimension. A random feral portal had sent him to Earth’s 1950’s Maine when he was still a small child, so he barely remembered the flaming planet of molten lava that was his birthplace, and considered Earth’s Maine coast to be his home.
But one day while working on a food truck in Pepperell Square, in 1978, yet another random feral portal appeared, and swallowed him up before he could escape, and spit him out here, in Maine’s 40th century ice age future, where Humans were nearly extinct, and Faeries ruled the world.
In the year 2525 the Comet Swift Tuttle had crashed into the moon, after barrelling through several other planets in the solar system. Only five planets remained, a dust from the comet and the shattered moon had blocked out the sun for over two thousand years, plunging Earth into a nightmare of snow and darkness, which was only now starting to dissipate. Plants were beginning to grow. Humans were cautiously emerging from their bunkers, and all cities, countries, and governments of the Earth’s 20th century were completely gone.
In their place, a one world order: The UnSeelie Court, a deranged twisted gang of bloodthirsty malevolent Faeries, lead by the infamous Scottish Phooka turned Lich, King Gwallmaiic, known to those closest to him, as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, and his court Necromancer, evil Moon Elf, named Quaraun.
GhoulSpawn had fallen out of the portal, and landed quite literally in Quaraun’s bed. The Pink Necromancer and his Lich King husband took a liking to the frightened Sheep-Demon and now three years later, GhoulSpawn was the live-in lover to the world’s most feared and most evil due of global dominating dictator wizards.
GhoulSpawn, now an apprentice of The Pink Necromancer and BoomFuzzy, was fast rising in reputation as the world’s third most powerful wizard, and being a Demon, it was greatly feared his powers would one day surpass even The Pink Necromancer’s.
In Maine’s dystopian 40th century ice age, where the Faeries ruled the Earth and the moon was fractured — UnDead Lobsters were a serious problem.
BUT... it's also Cozy Fantasy, a genre known for the fact that it contains ZERO sex scenes, ZERO violence, and the bulk of the genre revolves around couples drinking tea, running restaurants, and over all, not doing one single damned thing at all. Which is why is is so hilarious when churches around York County, Maine call me an Erotica author, call my books Erotica, or like how in February 2016 when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring my books had to have a "Rated M21+" label put on them due to "sex and violence and featuring gay couples living in the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine" (it ended up in Superior Court by October 2016, and there, the Judge threw out the Town Hall's "Too Gay For The Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach" court case on grounds of "a government institution can not impede freedom of speech or ban books".
So for a period of 9 months in 2016 all my books were hilariously sold with a "Rated M21+" label on the covers, and people had to show ID to prove they were over the age of 21 to buy my books in the State of Maine... the label stated on it "due to graphic sex and extreme violence and featuring gay couples living in the Town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine". ...even though NONE of my books contained sex, graphic or otherwise, and none of them contained violence.
In 2017 Old Orchard Beach, Maine became Noodle Beach, Maine in the series and the town hall was no longer able to complain about gay couples living in Old Orchard Beach, of course this also lead to the discovery that Old Orchard Beach had a town ordinance forbidden gay couples from owning homes, property, or businesses in Old Orchard Beach, leading to the Gay Pride protests that arrived afterwards, and today, that ordinance has been overturned and there are over a dozen gay couple owned businesses right on Main Street, in front of The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall.
Gay haters are weird.
In any case, the fact that there are no sex scenes in my books is WHY I get so many readers asking me: "Do these three guys have sex with each other, or are they just platonic friends living together?"
No. They are not platonic friends.
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are a married couple and GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Each of the three is sexual active with the other two, and all three of them sleep in a single bed together.
Sooooooo... that's the kind of stuff I write and that's the kind of website this is.
There is more information about the series after the following index list:
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This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2025/NovNov 2025
(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)
Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)
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Additional stuff written from November 2025:
For those unaware: November is National Novel Writing Month, and traditionally, writers set aside the month to write 50k words in 30 days (which is 1,667 words a day for 30 days) towards a fiction novel draft.
While the month is "novel writing month" (the month to write a fiction novel) writers of non-fiction and fiction formats other then novels also join the fun.
There are many companies who hosts writing challenges and writing competitions, that you can join, or you can just do it on your own.
Every year since 2004 I personally set aside the month of November to write 200k words in 30 days instead of 50k (so 6,666 words a day instead of 1,667). I've reached that goal for 23 out of 25 years. 2025 is my 26th year doing it.
If you'd like to join one of the online groups, just do a Google/Bing/ChatGPT search for "novel writing month writing challenges" and you'll quickly find dozens going on. There's bound to be one that's right for you.
For 2025 I will be tracking my progress via ProWritingAid's NovNov (Novel November).
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This story was written as part of NaNoWriMo 2024
(The goal is 1,667 words a day or 50k words in 30 days)
This year I used the following Daily writing prompt List:
Note: Many of these stories were published with much longer word counts then listed here. The word counts listed here are the 1st draft word counts which were counted towards National Novel Writing Month; however throughout December onwards, these stories were edited, rewritten, and expanded, resulting in the published stories having more words; for example, something listed here as having 1,234 words, might have 5,678 words when published.)
This set includes the following stories:
Other stuff written this week, but it's non-fiction so I've not included word counts:
Everything on this lists was written using: The Park Bench Method of Writing
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:
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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.
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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.
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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.

Quaraun the Insane (The Pink Necromancer)
Role: Main protagonist.
The story is always from his third-person limited, past tense point of view. Readers only know what Quaraun sees, hears, or thinks.
The series is villain point-of-view fiction. Quaraun is the point of view villain.
Core Identity
Personality:
Quaraun is a Supervillain, not a Hero.
What he is NOT:
The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, wearing his pink robes of Moon Goddess worship.Quaraun aka The Pink Necromancer:
The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, wearing his pink robes of Moon Goddess worship.
F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns. Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead.
By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old.
Quaraun is a transman who wears boob bindings, but also has had a forced against his will double mastectomy as a form of punishment, in his youth which heavily contributed to his becoming transgender transitioning to become a man.
Quaraun was the youngest child of a deranged Seelie Court Elf king who had all daughters and wanted a son.
Quaraun was born intersex, having both male and female genitals, and is able to both father children in others and give birth to children himself. Quaraun was also born with severe mental disorders, generally presumed to have low-functioning autism.
As a teenager, Quaraun was identifying as a female and was one of the favourite princesses of the Elf's royal court.
When Quaraun attracted the romantic attention of the UnSeelie Court Faerie King, her father, infuriated, cut off her breasts and mutilated her vagina, in a brutal attempt to force his intersex child to become his son. When Quaraun tried to fight back to defend himself, his father crushed his hands in the grinding wheel of a millstone, which is why Quaraun now has metal prosthetic hands.
Quaraun left The Seelie Court, joined forced with the UnSeelie Court, and continued wearing the royal pink gowns of a Seelie Elven princess, but took to binding his mutilated breasts, using male pronouns and identify as a male, and went on to marry the UnSeelie Court Faerie King becoming his court mage.
All of that information can be found in the novels.
Many of the stories in this collection are elderly Quaraun, now many centuries later, reflecting on this event from his youth.
Quaraun's fluctuating gender, confuses readers who jump into the series without knowing that he is a LITERAL JellyFish.
Quaraun is not biologically a Moon Elf. He is a Thullid, a type of psionic jellyfish-like Elder Brain parasite, who lives inside the hollowed-out skull of a long-dead Moon Elf, animating the Elf’s corpse from within. The long, pink, venomous tentacle “hair” is his real body—his jellyfish appendages disguised as hair. The Elf body is decorative and functional, used for social interaction and manipulating tools.
Quaraun lacks a brain because Thullids are brainless telepathic organisms. His frequent declaration of “I have no brain” is not poetic—he literally has no nervous system. He is immortal due to the regenerative cycle of his species, which allows him to revert between life stages indefinitely, like the real-world Turritopsis dohrnii, the immortal jellyfish.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turritopsis_dohrnii
His gender changes are biologically driven: Jellyfish naturally change sex throughout their lifespan, and Quaraun fluidly alternates between presenting male and female depending on his stage.
Among Thullids, Quaraun is revered as The Sacred Pink Jellyfish, a mythic Elder Brain believed to be the first of their kind. Some Thullids consider him their god—a divine mother figure, while others fear him as a heretical abomination for bonding emotionally with Faeries and not fully consuming his host.
His obsession with silk, beauty, and delicate physical things is a sensory fixation rooted in his species' natural attraction to light, colour, and texture. His humanoid identity is an elaborate social mask over a barely concealed alien intelligence.
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Quaraun is to silk what Sweeney Todd was to barbering: a genius artisan twisted by grief and madness, the best who ever lived—unmatched, elegant, and utterly insane. A stoic, frail Moon Elf who walks with a jewelled cane and speaks in venom-laced poetry, Quaraun weaves spells into every thread of his fabrics. His garments are coveted by kings, cursed by gods, and soaked in the blood of those who dared insult his artistry. He is not just a master tailor—he is a surgeon of silk and murder.
He dresses in shimmering pinks, but his soul is black. His broken, clawed hands move only with the aid of enchanted gold-plated gloves, yet his work is flawless, obsessive, and beautiful enough to drive men mad. Quaraun kills without warning—quietly, suddenly, and with theatrical flourish. A single word, a gesture, the wrong look, and his Rainbow Wand flashes—a throat is slit, a body turned to ash, a city devoured by pink rose-thorned eldritch vines. Then he returns to his loom, unbothered.
He is the crown jewel of psychotic elegance. Worshipped by monsters, feared by all, he built an empire of silk, medicine, and black market magic—then burned it down and made it again, better, crueler, silkier. His love for BoomFuzzy is obsessive and violent. His patience is limited. And when the world displeases him, he carves its seams out one scream at a time.
The series is classified as MPreg due to the fact that in many stories, Quaraun is often pregnant, usually by BoomFuzzy, sometimes by GhoulSpawn
Quaraun has 75 children, most notable of which are King Vileder, Melaca, and Dr. Vangoneese.
His most notable grandson is Sir Roderic, owner of The Twighlight Manor.
While is most notable great grand sons are Etiole and The Dazzling Razzbury.
Stories about Quaraun are usually set in the era between him being 750 to 800 years old, as this was the time period GhoulSpawn lived with him. GhoulSpawn only lived with Quaraun for a space of around thirty years. This is the era when Quaraun was still identifying as male, but was beginning to dress far more female, due to his growing obsession with Moon Goddess worship. This era was the early stages of his religious tyranny which would lead to his later decent into insanity and eventually crowning himself as The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and renaming himself SunTa – God of the Sun.
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Quaraun's magic is rooted in real world Vodu.
Both Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are "Voodoo Priests"
Quaraun is the High Priest of both Erzulie Fréda and Erzulie Dantò, that he is their literal, chosen vessel on Earth, and that he lives not just in devotion but in spiritual embodiment—changes the stakes of every spell, every silk thread, every grave he tends.
This is not aesthetic. This is ritual duty.
This is queer rage, sacred blood, sequins as wards, and daggers as offerings.
This is Black Vodun, trans survival, Moon-crowned vengeance, and ancestral pride stitched in pink and red silk.
And BoomFuzzy—blind, Black, devoted to the Guédé, walking with Baron Samdi and Papa Legba—adds the liminal fire. He’s not background; he’s the doorway to the afterlife, the veil-ripper, the sex-and-death pathwalker who tempers Quaraun’s fire with irreverent grit.
Quaraun’s Magic:
Quaraun is an Erzulie priest, who calls Erzulie the Moon Goddess and that is WHY Quaraun wears pink and glitter.
Quaraun's grandson AlKeme is a Hungon of Damballa, which is why he wears white and has serpent tattoos.
Quaraun spends an inordinate amount of time in graveyards making goopher dust; he hot foots the area around his vardo before setting it up, he draws veve on the vardo and weaves veve into all his cloth, he sets up altars to the loa everywhere he goes.
Quaraun worships Eruzuili, both Freda (pink and glitter) and Danta (red and blood). The twin brides of Damballah.
Both Erzuli's are fierce.
Freda is the deceptively "frilly" in her pinks and sequins, but she is the fierce protector of gay men and transgender people, while her twin sister Danta is the dagger wielding protector of children and sexual abuse survivors.
Quaraun sees himself as their literal representative on earth, it is why he (Quaraun is biologically female) lives as a transman, lives as a gay man, and is a vicious vigilanti protector of children and rape victims. Quaraun takes his role as High Priest of the Moon Goddess VERY seriously. He is devote to the point of being fanatical.
The glitter is not just campy flair. The pink is not aesthetic.
It’s ceremonial, sacred, snake-bound, moon-pulled beauty magic.
Benin–Dahomey Vodun: (how it is different from New Orleans Voodoo)
Benin–Dahomey lineage of Vodun is distinct from the more often cited Yoruba-based, Creole-fused, or Haitian-influenced versions that get overrepresented (and frequently misrepresented) in Western media.
My family descends from Benin, Dahomey, and uses the "snake cult" tradition of voodoo passed down through the Benin line. We are a mix of Scottish, Persian, Mongolian, Kowari PNG, and Benin, Dahomey, in our bloodline and family religion traditions. So we default to the Scottish and Benin type Voodoo which is a bit different from the French/Creole/Yuroba type. So I am pulling from family tradition for this.
Key Differences I'm Working From
Every spell he makes should reflect ritual purpose, symbolic logic, and multi-cultural synthesis from the life he actually lives:
A Vodou-rooted, neurodivergent silk mage, working graveyard spells at midnight while whispering to his moths, calling serpents and spirits with equal reverence.
And he doesn't think twice about slitting the throats of rapists and child abuses in the name of Erzulie Dantò
BoomFuzzy’s Magic:
This is why you see my characters doing "Granny swamp Magic" as opposed to doing Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter/Dungeons and Dragons magic.
Voodoo the religion, Hoodoo the ritual practice, and Faerie folklore are combined to create the Magic System used by these three quasi-Voodoo mages.
Voodoo (Voudou / Vodou / New Orleans Voodoo):
Hoodoo (Rootwork / Conjure / Trick Doctoring):
Quaraun uses protective items for queer folks and abuse survivors explicitly, since that's core to his Erzulie devotion. He has spells for:
Queer Black Vodun + Silk Craftsmanship + Graveyard Rootwork = Quaraun’s Signature Magic.
However... the reason I do not call (in the books) what Quaraun does "Voodoo" is because it is NOT straight up just Voodoo a, and it draws on a lot of more Fantasy types of things as well. And as I am myself a Voodoo priestess rank of Medsan Fey, I know the harm that can be and often if done to our religion when you use the word voodoo in fictional media, especially in Fantasy genres featuring wizards or witches and spell casting.
It is for this reason you never see the Loa mentioned by name, and why you see Quaraun only ever say "The Moon Goddess" (Freda) or "The Moon Goddess's bloody soaked twin sister" (Dantor) or "The Snake God" (Damballa), etc.
You see, while the core base of Quaraun's magic system is in fact real world Voodoo and Hoodoo, it is changed quite a bit as well, has a lot of "Harry Potter" type magic with wands and potions, and a lot of Dungeons and Dragons type magic with big elemental spells like summoning fireballs or casting tornados full of sharks, and monster magic (dragons, mimics, psions, etc) and magic items (bags of holding, cursed amulets, etc) that are not connected to voodoo at all, and could give readers the wrong impression of the Vodoun religion.
You see, contrary to popular urban myths, there is nothing spooky, evil, horror, death spell, demonic, or scary about the Vodou religion, which is a peaceful religion based on reverance of ancestors. There is no "voodoo dolls" or sticking pins in things or casting curses, in actual real Voodoo.
Hoodoo Dolls come from ancient Scotland and are part of Scottish Hoodoo.
Note: Voodoo is an African word, whereas Hoodoo is a Medieval Celtic word originating from the Picts of what is now ScotlanHoodoo is a magic based pagan religion similar to Wicca, which is also a Celtic religion.
Hoodoo was brought to the Appalachians region of America's South by the Scottish Gypsies. It got mixed into the Voodoo religion, when Scottish Hoodooers were smuggling escaped slaves out of the South and taking them to the North.
In the 1700s to 1800s White Slavers would say things like "That hoodoo voodoo mumbo jumbo" to be dismissive of minorities (Blacks and Gypsies) and try to make it sound like Black people and Gypsies were talking jibberish nonsense. End result was that by the late 1800s a lot of white folk were using the Scottish word Hoodoo interchangeably with the African word Voodoo.
Hoodoo DOES in fact use dolls to stick pins in and put curses on people. Curses and hexes and doll baby spells are a central part of Scottish Gypsy culture.
But Voodoo has no culture or tradition of curses, hexes, or doll baby spells.
It was not until the 1920s and Bela Lugosi's movie "The white Zombie" that the word "Voodoo Doll" was even invented. And it was created very simply to make the Black slaves in the movie look evil, for practicing the religion of Voodoo. The White Zombie movie took the practice of Hoodoo and incorrectly slapped the name of Voodoo on it, and this the invention of the Voodoo Doll - a thing that exists ONLY in Hollywood movies.
Unfortunately, that movie got popular, and other movies band wagoned it's success, and soon voodoo dolls were a staple of every Horror movie of the 1920s and 1930s, and by the end of the 1930s Hollywood had convinced everyone that the Voodoo religion was full of curses, evil rituals, and sticking pins in dolls, when in fact that stuff all originated from us Scottish Gypsies and NOT from Black people or their Voodoo religion.
In any case, it was to avoid causing further damage to the Voodoo religion, thar I opted to not use any real names of any religions or deities in my books.
Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
BoomFuzzy (King Gwallmaiic)
Role: Quaraun’s husband, lover, protector, and king of the UnSeelie Court. Cannibalistic Lich & pastry chef.
Core Identity:
Personality:
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn:
The Lich Chef – Undead Cannibal God, Frost-Faerie of the Eternal BanquetBoomFuzzy is a Phooka, a type of Scottish Faerie.
As the series is set mostly in Maine (but also Massachusetts, and sometimes Quebec, and rarely Peru and Persia) the plotlines run on the assumption that there is nothing which terrifies Americans more than a Black man and this is why the Humans who can see him, see a Black man. In Peruvian stories Humans usually see him as BirdMan or Panther, while in Quebec Humans usually see him as Krampus, and in Persia Humans usually see him as a demonic Nuckelavee type horse.
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BoomFuzzy is a Sadistic, Hypersexual, Undead Murder Machine, built by The Pink Necromancer to be his lover and protector.
What he is NOT:
He is a Faerie war criminal who cooks souls for desserts.
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn:
The Lich Chef – Undead Cannibal God, Frost-Faerie of the Eternal Banquet
Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead.
Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich.
BoomFuzzy is a candy mage and he is literally an actual unicorn.
I have discovered over the years, that readers often think of BoomFuzzy as though he were a man who takes a unicorn form, and that is incorrect.
BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is an actual Unicorn who takes a Humanoid form so that he can be with an Elf lover (Quaraun). And this was done SPECIFICALLY in 2013, when Amazon mass banned "Monster Porn" from their website, changing their ToS to state that all romantic relationships between character, MUST be "HUMAN FORM". Over twenty thousand authors were banned from Amazon, including some of the biggest names in traditionally published Romance, and more then two million books were banned by Amazon, included over five thousand books published by Harlequin - Harlequin, never recovered either - good search for Harlequin books on Amazon, you'll see what I mean..
And contrary to popular myth, Amazon was NOT targeting only Erotica, they went after EVERY GENRE - Romance, Fantasy, Horror, you name it, even books without sex, including children's books that simply feature anthropomorphic characters, including several Disney books featuring Mickey and Donald. Amazon, in February 2013, simply declared, any romantic couple had to BOTH be humanoid. . And while my series did not have sex, it did have an Elf who was married to a Unicorn. And so since 2014 onward, all books written that end up on Amazon, show BoomFuzzy in humanoid form. You have to read the books published elsewhere for the horse form stories now.
And so in 2013, all Quaraun books were removed from Amazon KDP, many never to return, because 2013 was the same year my son was murdered, a few months later, and so I simply never got around to editing the books and republishing them.
The books that did get republished, no longer showed Quaraun and his UNICORN LOVER and instead showed Quaraun and his Unicorn who was NOW A SHAPE SHIFTER (something BoomFuzzy was NOT prior to 2014) who took a Human-like form in many scenes.
His TRUE FORM is the lilac Shetland Pony.
The little black man he transforms into is the illusion glimmer spell form.
Remember, BoomFuzzy's magic is bizarro unicorn magic that defies laws of physics. BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is the only known Unicorn in existence, an absolutely unique and astoundingly rare creature.
BoomFuzzy, the novel, a 750 page novel that sold over a million copies in 2014, is literally about BoomFuzzy's candy shop where he makes candy, including unicorn shaped peppermints. BoomFuzzy's BoomFudgy Chocolate Cover Apricots are a pivotal and legendary candy in the series, most notably because it was the last thing he made before he injected them with poison and then ate one to kill himself, an event that directly resulted in Quaraun's becoming a necromancer specifically so he could resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich, but because Quaraun was drunk, he resurrected BoomFuzzy as a purple unicorn. BoomFuzzy now back from the Swamp of Death, returned to candy making and pastry cheffing.
Also in the above mentioned novel is a scene, which shows the young, innocent, and still a virgin Moon Elf, find a tiny Unicorn, the size of a goat, caught in a Human's trap. A horse normally would die from a broken leg, due to their delicate bone structure. The young virgin Elf freed the Unicorn from the steel jaws trap, and hid the dying horned pony in the marsh, then tended to it's injuries, caring for the unicorn for nearly 3 years before the tiny pony finally recovered the use of it's leg. The unicorn ran away, but never forgot the Elf who saved it.
Years later, when Quaraun (in a direct retelling of Rapunzel) was tortured and locked in the tower by his deranged father, the unicorn miraculously returned and rescued the dying Elf, roles reversing, as the Unicorn now took on initially a Moon Elf form to tend to the Elf's injuries.
The Elf was terrified of seeing a Moon Elf and the scene follows the Unicorn changing form many times becoming gnomes and drawfs and many other creatures, before finally transforming into the little black pygmy man, whom Quaraun was not frightened of. The Unicorn kept this form from that point after, and 2 of them later married.
It is long established in the series that Quaraun - a TINY WHITE FEMALE - is absolutely terrified of LARGE WHITE MALES after a childhood of beatings and sexual abuse. And this was why a PYGMY BLACK man did not scare Quaraun, and the reason for BoomFuzzy taking this form.
It is for this reason Quaraun says "Unicorn" or "my Unicorn" and never "BoomFuzzy", because BoomFuzzy literally IS an actual Unicorn.
Unicorn magic is a blend of My Little Pony Cuteness, Alice in Wonderland Absurdity, and McGees Alice's deranged insanity. And it includes BoomFuzzy's Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies a box of peep like marshmallow bunnies coating with glistening pink sugar, that when thrown "Worms 3D Holy Hand Grenade Style" at someone they turn into "Monty Python style Vampire Bunnies" that act as BoomFuzzy's personal army.
But many readers have taken issue with BoomFuzzy being a black man - to the point that it is why I no longer have email, because one reader too to DAILY writing 10k+ word long emails, railing white power black-hating craziness, for the space of multiple years and I simply got rid of having email because I got sick of white readers having anti-black meltdowns at me every day. These readers quite simply forgot that BoomFuzzy the UNICORN, is LITERALLY A HORSE and is NOT a man at all.
BoomFuzzy is not a man. He was once—a vile, demonic Faerie war-HORSE, a blood-soaked pastry baking UNICORN king whose empire fed nations their own dead—but that was a lifetime ago. On the hundredth anniversary of his death, he clawed his way back from the grave as a Lich, and what returned was something colder, crueler, and utterly unkillable.
Now he is immortal. Cut off his head, he reattaches it. Burn his body, he reforms in frost. Kill him, and he rises again, smiling through teeth of ice.
He is a Lich of frost and famine, whose kiss draws the warmth from the living, freezing their blood solid in their veins. He commands necromantic ice magic, conjuring blizzards from his breath, snowstorms from his fury. His kitchens are meat lockers, his ovens tombs.
BoomFuzzy is a culinary god of death who wields his chef’s knives with the elegance of a ballet dancer and the precision of an autopsy. His sous chefs are goblins. His ingredients? Anyone who displeases him. He is obsession incarnate—possessive, jealous, feral with love for Quaraun.
And he is not a joke. His crude flirtation, his lewd innuendos—they are weapons of psychological war, not humour. His rage simmers beneath every pun. His hunger is endless. He has murdered whole cities for daring to look at Quaraun the wrong way. He is the UnSeelie King, an undead tyrant, and when he says “I love you,” he means “I own you,” and he will freeze the world to prove it.
BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape. Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old.
In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old.

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GhoulSpawn (Glinta; Ghouly; Gremlin)
Role: Minor background character. Quaraun’s shy admirer. The stabilizing third wheel of the trio.
Core Identity:
Personality:

GhoulSpawn is a Sheep Demon Stranded in a Nightmare.
What he is NOT:
He is the next monster in the making.
Glinta aka GhoulSpawn the Crazed:
Their on again-off again mad scientist golden fleeced Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine.
GhoulSpawn was born on a boiling, fire planet, but as a small child was summoned to 1959 Earth by Humans with a ouija board. He lived among Humans, getting a PhDs in Quantum Physic and AstroPhysics, invented time travel, built a time machine, and then in 1978, fell through a portal, and is now trapped in 40th century Maine.
Being a Demon from literal Hell, he has natural elemental abilities with fire and can summon hell creatures.
He is Quaraun's apprentice, and feared by Humans to be on a fast track to becoming more powerful than either BoomFuzzy or Quaraun.
The Rift-Walker – Hell’s Chronomancer, Demon of Portals, Summoner of Infernal Livestock
GhoulSpawn is a walking black hole in reality—a Sweeney Todd of the space-time continuum, whose trauma-choked mind opens gates to other realms the way others draw breath. He is the greatest chronomancer in existence, a Sheep-Demon Satyr displaced by centuries, abandoned in a frozen hellscape, and now loyal only to Quaraun. His hooves leave scorched snow behind him. His golden omega eyes never blink. And when he speaks, it is with robotic honesty and unnerving exactness—truth only, always, emotionless, sterile, and terrifying.
He cannot lie. He cannot joke. He does not understand laughter. But he understands orders—and when Quaraun gives them, entire villages are erased in molten firestorms, devoured by bleating obsidian sheep, or dragged into alternate timelines that never end.
GhoulSpawn is no child. He is not innocent. He is the Omega Gate, a biological weapon, soft-spoken and broken, but capable of unraveling oceans when triggered.
He speaks in spirals, breathless and endless, overwhelmed by too much memory and not enough grounding. He opens rifts that cannot be closed. He is terrified of BoomFuzzy but obeys him without question.
GhoulSpawn does not laugh when the world burns. He just watches the flames, counts the corpses, and waits for Quaraun to tell him where to strike next.
Due to his messing around with time travel, there are 5 different versions of him which appear throughout the series, each from different dimensions and alternate time lines, each one uses a different name (Glinta, GhoulSpawn, Gremlin, Checka, ZooLock - while GhoulSpawn is the one seen most often, Gremlin is in fact the correct original one).
GhoulSpawn is very young, not yet 50 years old.
The Gremlin version of him is around 500 years old, while the Checka version of him is thirteen thousand years old, and the ZooLock version of him is stated to be "old as time".
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Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 1START OF SAMPLE 1- "How dare you call me INSANE, you fucking cockroach! LOOK AT MY HANDS! I cannot move my fingers. They are broken, have always been broken. Crushed when I was a child. Crushed in the windmill grinding stone by my vile father. Why do you think I killed him? LOOK AT MY HANDS! They fused together when they healed. Twisted. Clawed. Useless. I wear these mechanical gold-plated gloves that move for me, move just just enough to hold my cane or pull my robes closed or push my walker or roll my wheelchair. I cannot use my hands. I cannot walk far either. I shuffle. I wheel. I lean. I hobble. I limp. I drag my damned leg. Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I have to be carried and I hate it! You here me? I hate it! I have handmaids. Dozens. They help. I hate needing help. But I must--" The Human opened his mouth to speak, but Quaraun immediately shoved his Rainbow Wand up the man's nostril. "Shut your fucking mouth, or I will blow your fucking brain out your nose. You KNOW I will, you vile dirty Human. Don't you dare try to interrupt me. I am pontificating here. No one interrupts my pontificating. Especially not some vile cockroach of a Human who just got done calling me Quaraun the Insane, while saying I was emotionally frail. I am not weak in mind. I am not fragile in thought. I am old. I am slow. I am careful. I speak slowly, act precisely, because I must. Not because I am afraid. My hands do not work. My legs do not work. But my magic still does. And my mind... I never stop thinking. I am not fragile. I am broken. And I kill ANYONE who fucking calls me The Insane!" "Love, just kill the wee bastard and get it over with," BoomFuzzy said. "It faster then boring him to death with ya villain arch pontificating." "I AM NOT A VILLIAN," Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he spun around and rammed his Rainbow Wand into BoomFuzzy's nose. "No?" "NO!" "Huh. Really?" "Stop contradicting me!" "Eh, coulda fooled me. Here I were thinking the Pink Necromancer was a great big bad villain all these years." "Stop confusing me!" Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he whupped his wand on the old Phooka's nose. BoomFuzzy casually flicked the wand away from his face. "You take that back right now!" "What ya gonna do, blow my brains out now? Fat lot a good that'll do. I'm a fucking Lich. Kill me I ain't gonna stay dead. Ya'll just get me ectoplasmic brain goo all over ya dress, and piss me off at the same time. And once yer dress is dirty, ya know I'm just gonna wanna rip it off and fuck ya. Then how ya gonna kill the bastard? Ya'll be too busy running ya crippled lil pearly white arse away from me horny cream filled chocolate eclair." "Uhm, guys," GhoulSpawn interrupted. "Shut the fuck up ya fucking Goat, I'm seducing me Elf," BoomFuzzy roared. "Uhm, okay. I'm a sheep, by the way. Also, the Human's escaping. He like, just climbed out the window." "DAMN IT!" Quaraun shrieked as he shoved GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy out of his way and hobbled past them in a fury of resplendent rhinestone encrusted limping pink silks. "How the hell am I supposed to catch him? You know I can not run!" "Ah, the better to boink ya then!" "Can you stop being horny for five damned seconds?" "Nope. I's'a horny unicorny." BoomFuzzy immediately poufed and transformed into a fluffy lilac coloured Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn. "Think o' the places I can think to stick me horn in." "Stop trying to fuck me, and go fuck that damned fucking Human instead!" "Aye-aye, Captain! With the utmost of pleasures!" BoomFuzzy POUFED again and vanished. "Uhm," GhoulSpawn stammered. "Now what?" Quaraun snarled. "Uhm, are you sure you worded that last order to Boomie the way you think you did?" "What did I...?" "Well, I think you like meant to tell him to kill the Human, but I think you were like talking so fast and not paying attention to what exactly you was saying--" "Spit it out, Glinta." "I think you told him to have sex with the Human." "I did not... wait... DAMN IT! UNICORN GET BACK HERE!" -END OF SAMPLE 1
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 2START OF SAMPLE 2- Quaraun, the legendary Pink Necromancer, most feared, most evil wizard known in all the history of all the solar systems five inhabited planets, was hard at battle. Quaraun gripped the smooth wooden handle of his broom, his cold blue eyes wild with rage. The broom wielded like a deadly wand, ready to cast a spell to vanquish his dastardly foes. “Fiendish creatures, foul spiders! I shall have none of you crawling upon me!” he spat, flicking his wrist and twisting away to avoid an errant clump of dust. “How dare you defile my pristine pink silks!” Wisps of dust swirled up in chaotic bursts as Quaraun pounded his broom against stone walls and grimy shelves, flinging cobwebs in all directions. “I hate dust and dirt and spiders and cobwebs and bugs and mites and motes!” He aimed his RainBow Wand at a pile of mildewed crumpled up newspapers in the corner. With a zap they disintegrated into ash, sending even more dust flying around the musty cellar of the ruined library. Clouds of dust filled the air, filling every crevice, stretching out, thick with the scent of blight .The ashes rained down on The Pink Necromancer. “HOW DARE YOU COVER ME WITH ASHES!” he shrieked hysterically. “Love,” BoomFuzzy said quietly. “Ya did that one to yarself.” “YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” Quaraun swung the broom at BoomFuzzy, who put both hands up and backed away. In one hand, Quaraun clutched his broom like a knight brandishing a lance, in the other his Rainbow Wand was sparking angrily, mirroring his temper. “This place is vile!” he shouted, voice cracking with disdain. “It is attacking me with its filth!” “Love, leave the filth alone and it’ll stop attacking ya.” “Does he not realize he’s causing the dust storm?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Him ain’t got enough brain to know dust stays settled when ya does no touch it. Of course him being a JellyFish living in the corpse of a dead Elf, him hasn’t got no brain to begin with.” “DIIIIIE!” Quaraun screamed as he ran past BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, and took to beating an old rusted trash can with his broom. “I think I’m starting to see why people call him ‘Insane’.” “Aye.” “I AM NOT INSANE!” Quaraun shrieked, as he continued pummelling the trash can. Quaraun’s face contorted in a grimace as he swung at the cobwebs clinging to the cellar’s rafters. Layers of dust, undisturbed for centuries, erupted in clouds around him, spiralling through thick, stale air. With each sweep, his mood darkened, convinced the spiders in their webs were conspiring against him. “These spiders are out to get me!” Behind him, BoomFuzzy’s loud, raspy laugh echoed through the vast, stone-cold cellar. The floor shifted under his barefoot steps, the boards creaking with the strain of his movement as he chuckled at Quaraun’s panic. “Ya actin’ as though they’ll swallow ye whole.” “You know what spiders are like! How big they can get.” “How big can spiders get on this planet?” GhoulSpawn asked BoomFuzzy. “Bigger than me food truck. There’s some wat can eat elephants.” “So his fear isn’t totally irrational.” “It ain’t the spider’s he’s afeared of. It the dust.” “Will you two help me!” Quaraun yelled. “Maybe, Love. Watch yer step!” Quaraun glared back at him, still striking the webs with an intensity that made BoomFuzzy’s amusement soar. GhoulSpawn wiped the grime from his hands with his green coat, coughing from the musty scent of decayed paper and forgotten history. “Quaraun, can you not approach this rationally?” he asked. “We’ve got a task here. Remember? You was looking for some grimoire or something. Besides, dust and cobwebs are hardly threats.” “They are to me!” Quaraun retorted, brushing an imaginary cobweb from his silken pink robe. He sniffed indignantly, his nose wrinkling with disdain. BoomFuzzy, leaned lazily against an overturned, broken table, finding clear enjoyment in Quaraun’s one-Elf battle against dust bunnies and cobwebs. “Ye’ll no’ win against every cobweb in a dead library, JellyElf,” he teased. BoomFuzzy’s eyes glinted in the dim light, his voice straining to suppress laughter. “Too many of them.” Quaraun’s glare sliced through the gloom, and he swatted at another cobweb. “Every last spiderweb must fall,” he hissed. “All of them! Or I will suffocate under their wretched hold!” “Stop being so dramatic.” “This is ridiculous,” GhoulSpawn muttered. “Of all the things to fear, Quaraun, it’s dust?” “Dust conceals dangers,” Quaraun replied sharply, flicking his broom through another web, scattering grey wisps into the air. “Cobwebs harbour pests. Filth carries death! Disease! Germs! Parasites! Filth! I hate filth! Hate! Hate! HATE! I HATE this filth!” Each word sharpened his focus, as if he faced some great enemy he had to conquer. Each word louder then the one before it. With each louder word, a harder slap with the broom. “There is a treasure here,” Quaraun said between coughing. “I can feel it. And I can find it. If this dust would stop attacking me long enough to find it!” The cellar spread out before them, dark and foreboding. Toppled shelves groaned beneath the weight of collapsed stones and centuries of neglect. Books and relics lay scattered on the floor. Faded pages melding into piles of dust. Fragments of history lost in the underbelly of this ancient library. BoomFuzzy squatted beside a shattered bookshelf, running his fingers through the dust with a pensive expression as he peered at the decayed remnants. “No treasure ‘ere, me wee JellyElf,” he said thoughtfully. “Looks like it’s all dead and gone.” “Or is it?” Quaraun mumbled, suddenly intrigued by a faint glimmer beneath a nearby stone slab. “Unicorn, what is this?” Quaraun tilted his head, brows knitting as he examined the dusty corner where something was lodged. His fingers itched with curiosity as he knelt, shifting the slab and sending a cascade of dried beetle carapaces clattering to the ground. “Ugh! Gross!” Quaraun jumped back, furiously shaking his skirts. “Get them off me! Argh! Help! Bug guts! I’m covered in bug guts! Get them off me!” GhoulSpawn watched as the Pink Necromancer ran around the room, shrieking hysterically about bug guts on his dress. “How does he get anything done?” “He doesn’t.” BoomFuzzy laughed. “Ever noticed how neat and clean our lighthouse is?” “I had, actually.” “Him spend hours every day cleaning everything. Heaven forbid a speck of dust dare set foot in his house.” “Ain’t he supposed to be the world’s most feared super villain or something?” “Yep.” “How did he get that title when he acts like this all the time?” “Him acting like THIS all the time IS how him got that title, Ghouly. Think about it. Him waving that wand around blasting half this room apart. Think how much damage him does in a crowded city street acting like this.” “Yes. I see what you mean.” BoomFuzzy shoved the stone slab over some more. The clattering shells echoed in the stillness, sending a shiver through Quaraun. He frowned at the scattered beetle fragments, remnants of insects long since dead. BoomFuzzy peered over his shoulder, his face widening with mirth. “Ye afraid of the carapace too, now?” “Dead things carry diseases.” “Ya’re a necromancer. Dead things is what you deal with every day.” “I avoid touching dead things.” “What about me?” “What about you?” “I’m a Lich. That means I’m dead.” “Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about that.” Quaraun’s broom swung again, brushing the carapaces out of the chamber under the stone slab, revealing something unusual — a large, tattered scrap of parchment buried beneath a thick layer of dust. “Oh! What is this?” “Yis a necromancer who avoids dead things and forgets ya Lich husband be dead.” Quaraun ignored him, reaching cautiously into the small gap where the stone had rested. His fingers closed around a thin, crinkled sheet, weathered and brittle to the touch. -END OF SAMPLE 2
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 3START OF SAMPLE 3- BoomFuzzy stirred the bubbling cheese sauce with intense focus, the warmth of the dish filling the room, but his thoughts kept wandering. As his wooden spoon circled the pot, he couldn’t help but imagine how delicious Quaraun’s perfectly sculpted bottom would be… slathered in this cheese sauce. BoomFuzzy stopped stirring the bubbling melted cheese, while trying to decide what per cent of his time he would devote to Quaraun’s ass verses what per cent of time he would devote to cooking, if Quaraun’s ass and cooking food were the only two things he had to dedicate his life to. “Dude!” GhoulSpawn yelled, breaking BoomFuzzy out of his lustful thoughts. “You’re like, totally burning the cheese, man!” BoomFuzzy quickly pulled the pot off the burner, scowling. “Damnit! Quaraun’s fucking arse made me burn me cheese sauce. Now I have to start over.” Quaraun, who had been seated at the table, a slight frown on his face as he adjusted the silver chains that connected his ear to his nose, blinked in confusion. “What did I do? I was not even over there!” Quaraun exclaimed, confused by the accusation. “What are you talking about?” GhoulSpawn plopped down at the table beside Quaraun, grinning. “He was daydreaming about your butt instead of stirring constantly and destroyed the molecular structure of the cheese.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 4START OF SAMPLE 4- BoomFuzzy trotted through the snow as a lilac Shetland pony, his goggles fogged, his silver eyes swirling beneath them. With a POUF, he transformed mid-step, returning to his usual blind Lich self in a swirl of mist and swearing. “Why do you look like that?” Quaraun asked, narrowing his eyes at the absurd contraption BoomFuzzy wore. “What? This?” BoomFuzzy tapped his face. “Zombie-Eyed Goggles. Just picked ’em off some dead hiker what fell off the cliff.” Quaraun glanced down the side of the perilous cliff. “How did you find a hiker down there?” “Easy. I stole the goggles afore I threw him off the cliff.” “Human hiker?” “Aye.” “Oh. well that’s fine I suppose. Too many Humans in this world.” “Aye.” “Why was a Human wearing those?” “Don’t know. Didn’t ask. I were too busy hauling his arse to the cliff while him were screaming ‘NO DON’T KILL ME PLEASE!’ Though he did say something about shadow Demons in a cave.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 5START OF SAMPLE 5- “Do you have a permit to park it on the grass, sir?” The police officer asked BoomFuzzy. “What the fuck I need a permit for?” “Do you have a restaurant license?” “A what?” “Sir, I realize you are a tourist, so I’ll let you off with a warning, if you just pack up your things and move along.” “I am a chef. I feed the hungry, when the hungry flock to me food truck. These birds are flocking to me food truck.” “Sir, you can not feed the pigeons.” “Why?” “Because it is against the law, sir.” “Well, ya can take ya law and kiss me fucking chocolate arse!” BoomFuzzy then, quite deliberately, lifted the back of his kilt. Quaraun slapped his gloved hand to his face. The pigeons exploded into a flurry of wings and delighted cackles. “MOON’S OUT!” BoomFuzzy hollered. “ME ARSE’S IN BLOOM! HERE’S WHAT I THINK O’ YER SIGN!” The officers sputtered. One pulled out a clipboard and began furiously writing tickets. The other reached for his radio. “We need back up at Mechanic’s Park.” BoomFuzzy calmly adjusted his goggles, turned back to his food truck, and resumed flipping dumplings. “They love it, ye know,” he said to the pigeons. “Hot oil, crispy cabbage, no onions, none of that nasty shite that upsets me Elf.” Quaraun buried his face deeper in his robes. “If I pretend I am not with him, maybe the police will not notice me,” Quaraun muttered to himself. ...
Quaraun turned to look back.
“COME GET ‘EM, YA PASTY WHITE BUREAUCRATIC LEECHES!” The pigeons, now emboldened by performance art, had begun to poop. Everywhere. One particularly vengeful bird released its payload squarely on Quaraun’s shoulder. He screamed. “OH MY FUCKING GODS! IT IS IN MY HAIR! THERE IS PIGEON POOP IN MY HAIR!!” BoomFuzzy wheezed with laughter. “Ye’re blending in! The birdies like ye now!” “DO NOT MOCK ME! I HAVE JELLYFISH HAIR! IT IS TANGLED IN MY TENTACLES!” GhoulSpawn attempted to help by offering a napkin he had clearly just lifted from the police car’s glove-box. It was covered in ketchup. “NOW THERE IS KETCHUP IN MY PIGEON POOP!” Quaraun shrieked hysterically. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!” “You say that like it is not foreplay,” BoomFuzzy muttered. Quaraun stormed off in a trail of pink silks, slipped on a damp log, fell on his side, and lay there, defeated. “This day,” he moaned. “Is cursed.” A pigeon landed on his head and pooped on his face. “Of course you did.” ... “Everything is broken!” Quaraun hissed. “My pride. My hip. My mood. My damned dignity. All of it. Broken. I am pregnant. I am hungry. I have a litter of kits kicking my bladder. I need to take a piss. Unicorn is fighting with Human city guards—” “Police officers. They are called police officers here.” “And I have pigeon poop on me.” “Right, yes, okay, so, I’m gonna help you up now, just like, lean on me, okay? I mean, you’re not very tall, or strong, or uhm, your walker and your wheelchair are both in the food truck, you think you can get up with just your cane? I can support your weight and, like, be here, for you, emotionally, which maybe is helpful?” “I do not want emotional support,” Quaraun snapped. “I want a dry bench, a bowl of hot dumplings, and to never look at another pigeon police officer again.” “I think you mean a pigeon or police officer.” “I said what I said, now help me up.” “Yes, right, okay, helping you up now.” A thunderous SQUAWK answered him as an entire flock descended from the sky, lured by a pastry flung high into the air. BoomFuzzy was now running full manic circles around his pastel blue food truck, hurling crème-filled éclairs and glittering strawberry tarts with the reckless passion of a sugar-fuelled Fae tornado. Dreadlocks flying, kilt flapping, one legged hop-skipping between benches and trash cans. “GETCHA FLUFFY PASTRIES, YA FEATHERED FUCKWITS!” he screamed, laughing madly. “WHO’S A FAT WEE BIRDIE, EH? GET IT WHILE IT’S WARM, YA SKY RAT BASTARDS!” Two very confused police officers sprinted after him, trying and failing to pin him down. “Sir! You’ve been asked to cease feeding the wildlife!” “Wildlife?” BoomFuzzy shrieked. “These ain’t wildlife, ya uncultured twats! These are me loyal diners! Me flock! Me customers! They PAY IN PIGEON POETRY AND SHIT ON FASCISTS!” BoomFuzzy stopped just long enough to hurl a fistful of powdered sugar into one cop’s eyes before jumping on the food truck roof. He twirled dramatically, mooned them again, struck a pose like some unholy combination of ballet dancer and deranged pirate, then lifted both arms high. “I AM THE AVIAN KING!” he roared. “That there across the street is my palace.” “That’s North Dam Mill, sir.” “That is the Elf Eater’s Palace, ya lout.” “Should we call the psych ward?” one officer asked the other. “Who the fuck do you think I am?” “You’re food truck is illegally parked, sir.” “My...? I AM THE ELF EATER OF PEPPER VALLEY, LICH KING OF THE UNSEELIE COURT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” A gust of ice-charged wind erupted around him. Spectral pigeons, shimmering with frost and moonlight, clawed their way into existence from the ether. They flew directly at the parked police car, talons of ghostly blue scratching deep into the windshield. SCREEEEEECH! The tires popped. The engine coughed and died. A side mirror exploded into a puff of black feathers. “THEY'RE EATING MY CRUISER!” the first officer shrieked into his walkie-talkie. “Code... I dunno, bird attack! Full Alfred Hitchcock going down here. We need back up! Magic birds! The Lich summoned fucking MAGIC PIGEONS!” The second officer, clipboard clenched in one hand, didn’t flinch. “Sir,” he said, approaching the still-dancing BoomFuzzy. “You are in violation of five—no, now six—city ordinances. I’m issuing you a citation for public indecency, feeding pigeons in front of the no feeding of pigeons sign, food waste, conjuring spectral wildlife, damaging municipal property, verbal assault of law enforcement, indecent exposure of gluteal region, parking without a permit, selling food without a licence. Let’s see, that’s one, two, three,...dugh, dugh,... eight, nine... yep. Ten. Ten citations. Please tell me your name, social, date of birth, and address.” BoomFuzzy slid off the roof, landed in front of the cop with a thump, and pointed a pastry at him like a weapon. “Shove that clipboard up yer arse sideways and call it a poopsicle,” BoomFuzzy growled. “Ya bureaucratic slab o’ soggy pork.” Quaraun groaned as GhoulSpawn pulled him to his feet. “This is escalating.” “Uh, yeah, kinda rapidly,” GhoulSpawn nodded, wide-eyed, gripping the Elf’s waist and shuffling them back toward the food truck. “Boomie doesn’t like authority, does he?” “No, he is used to being the king. He is used to giving orders not taking them.” “And like, you know how close the station is, right?” “Station?” “The police station. Headquarters. It’s just up on Foss Street. I mean, I know it’s like, just two blocks away, and I don’t wanna sound alarmist, but we’ve got maybe ninety seconds before we’re surrounded by even more cops, and Boomie’s already committed a minor war crime.” “I told him not to feed the damned pigeons,” Quaraun muttered, half dragged, half limping toward the truck. -END OF SAMPLE 4
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 6START OF SAMPLE 6- “You stole from a shadow cave?” Quaraun stood suddenly, immediately lost his balance, and collapsed sideways off the bench. “DAMN IT! My hands do not work!” he wailed. “I can not push myself up! Why did I SIT on that…that…that… THING?!” Quaraun tried to rise, but only flailed helplessly in the snow. “Help me up! My legs are frozen!” BoomFuzzy casually pulled the Elf upright and dusted him off. “There. Better, my precious drama queen?” “No. I am going to kill you both and then myself, so I can haunt the fucking shit out of both of you!” “That’s the spirit.” GhoulSpawn looked down at the rusty chains, still twitching in his hands. “I think these are cursed.” “No shit,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “Can I keep them?” GhoulSpawn asked. -END OF SAMPLE 6
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 7START OF SAMPLE 7- Quaraun scowled at the vendor’s careless arrangement — heaps of red perfection spoiled by bruised, lumpy rejects. Caked clumps of dried grey clay flaked off the basket. He leaned on his cane, muttering about the lack of elegance. A perfect apple could be polished, then dipped in wax of resin and made into a lustrous charm to hang on his loom or a pigment for his silks. Yet the thought of dirt on his hands made him shiver. “Love, just pick one!” BoomFuzzy called, laughing. “Not until they sort this mess!” “What mess?” Cried the vendor. “This filth!” Annoyed, Quaraun jabbed his cane at the display. “Do you not care about presentation? Where is you artistry?” “My what?” “There is dirt on these apples.” “It washes off.” “You expect me to wash apples? Why would I pay for apples that needed washing, when I could get dirty apples for free along any road side meadow?” “Pay the man!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as he left the stand. “Do you expect me to pay for filth?” “No! I expect ya to pay for a basket of apples, so I can make pies for your privileged pampered fat white ass!” “There is dirt on that basket!” ... “You gonna pay me?” The vendor asked Quaraun. “No!” “Pay him, ya eejit!” Quaraun was still bitching about the vendor’s lack of artistic skill. BoomFuzzy made his way through the market, still lugging the apple basket. “Come back here with my apples!” “Pay the man ya stupid JellyElf!” “NO! I refuse! My gold coins are perfectly polished. I will not exchange them for dirt and mud!” BoomFuzzy threw an apple at Quaraun, hitting him in the back of the head. ... BoomFuzzy shouted something about pies, while Quaraun threw a temper tantrum about gold coins and dirt. GhoulSpawn wasn’t paying attention. They were always bickering. It was what married couples did. GhoulSpawn watched the apples, his scientific mind at work. He calculated their density, hypothesizing how many Newtons of force their skins could withstand before rupturing. The vendor was yelling. “Humans are so loud and rude.” The apple BoomFuzzy threw at Quaraun, dropped to the ground and rolled to GhoulSpawn’s hooves, and he absently picked it up, turning it over. “Strange design,” he murmured. “Evolution favoured this? Low shelf life, minimal nutritional value.” A pair of police officers came jogging over in answer to the vendors yells, but GhoulSpawn barely registered it. Quaraun punched a cop in the face. Two more officers wrangled him to the ground. BoomFuzzy transformed into a Unicorn and came galloping back to jab a third officer with his horn. GhoulSpawn stepped around them, staring at the apple in his hand. He saw potential — a biological battery, its acidic juices conducting electricity in crude experiments. “Come back here with my apple!” The stars would wait. This apple had possibilities. GhoulSpawn stuffed the apple into his pocket, already considering modifications for future tests. “Stop stealing my apples, you filthy non-Humans!” GhoulSpawn picked up another apple and walked off munching it. “Stop! Thief! There goes another one!” ... The cell in the police station was as filthy as the apples. Straw scattered across the stone floor, rusty water was dripping down the wall, and the stench of mildew clung to the air. Quaraun perched delicately on the edge of the lone wooden bench, glaring at BoomFuzzy, who leaned casually against the bars, grinning as though nothing had gone wrong. GhoulSpawn sat cross-legged in the corner, tinkering with a loose nail he’d pried from the wall. “This,” Quaraun hissed, his hysterical voice sharp enough to cut through the gloom. “Is entirely your fault, Unicorn.” “Mine?” BoomFuzzy let out a hearty laugh. “Love, you’re the one who wouldn’t pay the man for his bloody apples!” “I will not pay for dirt!” Quaraun snapped. “They was apples, Love. Not dirt. A basket of apples. Not a jar of dirt.” “And you stole the basket!” “Aye, and I was gonna bake ya a pie!” BoomFuzzy countered, tossing his dreadlocks over his shoulder. “Ya ungrateful wee JellyElf. I thought ya was just gonna give the man his coins. I didn’t know ya was gonna throw a hissy fit. In case your pampered white ass forgot, I happen to be Black! Cops are always looking for a reason to arrest me on that basis alone!” Quaraun crossed his arms, lips pursed in indignation. “My gold coins are polished. I will not hand them over for such filth.” “Coins are for spending, not collecting. Besides, the Goat was the one stuffing apples in his pocket!” “I’m a Sheep.” GhoulSpawn didn’t even look up. “And technically, the fault lies with the gravitational pull that caused the apple to fall and roll toward me. I merely followed the trajectory.” “You pocketed it!” Quaraun shot back, pointing accusingly at the Sheep Demon. “After he threw it at me!” “I was conducting experiments,” GhoulSpawn replied, unbothered. “Did you know apples can conduct a small electrical charge?” BoomFuzzy barked out a laugh. “See? The Goat’s the real thief!” “I’m a Sheep.” “Goat. Sheep. Whatever. Ya still stole the apple!” Quaraun groaned, clutching his head. “Why do I travel with you two imbeciles?” “Because ya loves us and canna live without us.” An officer approached the cell, banging a nightstick against the bars. “Keep it down in there! You’re disturbing the other prisoners.” “FUCK YOU YA FUCKING WHITE PIG!” BoomFuzzy yelled at the officer. “You’re lucky we got laws here,” the officer said. “If it was up to me we’d string all you Gypsy scum up on sight.” “How dare ya talk to me like that! I am King Gwallmaiic!” “Gypsy kings don’t hold no rank in these parts.” Quaraun rose, leaning heavily on his cane as he glared at the guard. “Do you know who I am?” “Some stuck up prissy Elf who’s travelling with a gang of Black Gypsies and been arrested for assaulting an officer while resisting arrest for apple theft,” the officer replied, unimpressed. “I did not steal any apples!” “You assaulted an officer of the law.” “He assaulted me first!” BoomFuzzy doubled over, laughing. “Oh, Love, ya ain’t gettin’ out of this one with yar fancy words! I’m Black and ya was in my company, that’s enough to get ya a life sentence in these parts.” “Enough!” Quaraun snapped, turning back to BoomFuzzy. “You will fix this, or I’m never eating another one of your pies again.” BoomFuzzy wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Fine, Love. I’ll bake ya a pie in here. Goat, grab us some straw. I’ll make a crust.” “I’m a Sheep. And making pie crust out of straw, while probably possible, is not going to taste very good, plus it’ll be unsanitary given the conditions of this room.” Quaraun sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands. “I am surrounded by fools and idiots. Idiots and fools.” “I thought I told you to shut up!” Quaraun grabbed his cane and swiftly limped back to the barred door, narrowing his icy blue eyes at the guard. “You dare speak to me in such a tone?” The guard, a stout man with a scraggly beard, smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it, fancy Elf? Pout me to death?” Quaraun’s silver hair shimmered in the dim torchlight as he reached into his robes, withdrawing his Rainbow Wand. The gem-encrusted rod glinted ominously as he raised it. “I’ve incinerated fools for less. Do not test me.” BoomFuzzy snorted, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. “Love, maybe don’t turn the whole place into ashes? I don’t fancy spending the next century undead and buried under rubble.” The guard stepped closer, tapping his baton against the bars. “That’s a pretty stick you’ve got there, Elf. Why don’t you hand it over before you hurt yourself?” Quaraun’s grip tightened. His knuckles would have whitened if not for the gold sheen of his prosthetic hands. “Hand it over? Do you even know what this is? This wand has ended kings. It has — ” “Made a lot of noise,” GhoulSpawn interrupted from the corner. Quaraun turned, scowling. “What are you doing?” GhoulSpawn held up the nail he’d been fiddling with. “Picking the lock.” The guard laughed. “With that? You’ve got better odds of waiting for the next ice age to melt.” Click. The cell door swung open with a groan. BoomFuzzy burst out laughing, slapping his thigh. “Goat, yar a bloody genius!” “I’m a Sheep,” GhoulSpawn muttered, stepping into the corridor. The guard fumbled for his keys, but Quaraun moved faster, aiming his Rainbow Wand. A crackling bolt of multicolored light shot forth, exploding the baton into a shower of splinters. The guard yelped, diving for cover. “That’s what happens when you insult an Elf,” Quaraun declared, striding out of the cell with his cane clicking sharply against the stone floor. BoomFuzzy followed, still chuckling. “Love, yar dramatics are as shiny as yar wand. Let’s get outta here before the whole bloody city shows up.” GhoulSpawn led the way, his cloven hooves clacking softly as he navigated the dimly lit corridors. “We need an exit. Preferably one not swarming with guards.” Quaraun sniffed disdainfully. “I shall blast through any guards who dare approach.” “Or,” GhoulSpawn countered. “We could be smart and not announce our presence with fireworks.” BoomFuzzy slapped Quaraun on the back, nearly toppling him. “He’s got a point, Love. Subtlety’s not yar strong suit.” “I am subtle!” Quaraun protested, straightening his rhinestone encrusted neon pink silk robes. -END OF SAMPLE 7
And while we are here... let's answer the question of why is it so many prudes are convinced my series is Erotica and why so many virgins come away from my books 100% convinced they read a sex scene, even though the series is not Erotica and contains ZERO sex scene... it does however contain scenes like this:Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 8START OF SAMPLE 8- Quaraun ignored him. Too focused. This was delicate work. This was art. This was necromancy. Not your Sunday School bullshit. This was soul theft. This was communion with what should stay buried. This was why people feared him. BoomFuzzy laid the last crystal. Black tourmaline. Blood-soaked. Humming. “There.” He grinned, silver eyes glowing in the candlelight. “That ghost’s gonna pop out this ring like a titty swinging stripper out a cake.” Quaraun rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?” “Because yer married me, JellyBean.” Quaraun did not smile. Just adjusted his wand. Polished glass shaft. Glowing dial. Turned it gold. BoomFuzzy whistled. “We goin’ Midas Touch tonight? Hell yeah, gimme that shiny ass hauntin’, baby.” Quaraun’s pupils shrank to slits. “Not gold for wealth. Gold for binding.” “Oh.” BoomFuzzy’s grin widened. “Kinky. Does it come in handcuffs with matching nipple clamps?” “You are impossible.” “I’m hard.” “I know. I can feel it. Back up and sit down.” BoomFuzzy flopped beside him. Cross-legged. Ready. Hungry. Horny. GhoulSpawn paced. “Something’s moving. I can see the air vibrating. That’s not normal. Nothing should vibrate like that. Something’s pushing back. It doesn’t wanna come.” Quaraun smiled. “Good. I want to break it.” -END OF SAMPLE 8
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 9START OF SAMPLE 9- “GhoulSpawn,” Quaraun said coldly. “Did you steal this silver dildo?” “Uhm... yes?” “Do you not know?” “Uhm...” “Why?” “It... looked expensive.” “Where was it?” “In the mayor’s bedroom.” “WHY WERE YOU IN THE MAYOR’S BEDROOM?” BoomFuzzy howled with laughter. “Ya fuckin’ goat! Knows what ya like!” “I’m a sheep,” GhoulSpawn corrected. “I’m an Ursurig, not a Satyr or a Faun or a Glavstig. We have the legs of sheep not the legs of goats.” “How can ya tell, ya all look alike?” “Can you focus?” Quaraun interrupted. “I did not ask for him to steal sex toys! I asked him to steal useful items.” “What? Ya saying sex toys ain’t useful?” BoomFuzzy asked while pointing an accusing finger to a box full of sex toys near Quaraun’s bed. GhoulSpawn adjusted his glasses. “I thought you might... appreciate it.” Quaraun blinked. Looked at the object. Looked at GhoulSpawn. Blushed. BoomFuzzy cackled. “Don’t act like ya ain’t keepin’ it!” “I am not keeping—!” “It’s pink,” GhoulSpawn said quietly. “And shinny.” “And used!” “Aye,” BoomFuzzy agreed. “And about to be used again.” Quaraun scowled. “Fine. But sterilize it first.” “Come, Ghouly, help me sterilize this. We got us an Elf to triple stuff.” -END OF SAMPLE 9
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Quaraun with his daughter Pippa and the pink striped silk tent |
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Meet The Characters:
The 3 main characters are the world’s three most powerful mages, each of whom were not born as royalty, but went power crazy and became the three reigning kings of the planet, because no one could stop them. The series is told from their perspective, and thus they are rarely shown as the super villains they truly are, because they do not see themselves as evil.
Here they are:The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun the Insane: Alien JellyFish who Takes a Moon Elf Form aka The Sacred Pink JellyFish: His 12 foot long hair is made of deadly, venomous Portuguese Man o War-like tentacles.My F2M trans main character, Quaraun, sleeping. Wearing his pink silk gown and with his twelve foot long hair, which is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is a male Moon Elf who transforms into a female JellyFish when angry. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️
Quaraun is creative, artistic, and melodramatic. He sees the beauty others do not notice. He thinks of creative ways to make art. He is a loom weaver, a glass blower, a poet, and a jewellery maker. When he looks at a plant he sees not only its beauty, but also ways to use it in weaving fabric or dying cloth.
Quaraun, is a small psionic pink jellyfish, who crawled up the nose of a dying Moon Elf, ate his brain, and took over his body. The name of the Elf is unknown. Quaraun is the name of the pink jellyfish, who lives nestled in the safety of the Elf’s hollowed out skull. She grew her tentacles out though his head, to make them look like hair. Quaraun’s glorious twelve foot long hair, is actually thousands of very thin jellyfish tentacles, each of which move on their own like thousands of tiny hands.
Being a psion, the jellyfish can see and hear the thoughts of everyone-living or dead. He can see and hear ghosts and spirits, and people often come to him asking for help with haunted houses or finding lost souls.
But also, Quaraun is persnickety, grouchy, he complains a lot, he’s vain, and has egos for his egos, he’s fussy about getting dirt on his clothes, he’s a germaphobe. He likes things to be perfect and neat. He has a short temper, hits people with his cane, slaps people across the face with his wand, and won’t think twice about punching someone.
He looks like a frail, sickly little waif, so people are often taken off guard by his spit fire temper, and brash in your face personality. Being elderly, Quaraun is in frail health and suffers from frequent fainting spells, and many joint pains.
Quaraun has gold plated prosthetic hands and walks with a cane due to having a lame leg.
Quaraun, who is also known as “The Elf With Crippled Hands”, wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic gloves over his crushed, crippled hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The stiff metal gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable.
Quaraun uses his JellyFish tentacle hair like limbs, and usually appears to be hovering a few inches above the ground, due to “walking” on his “hair”. He weaves cloth, embroiders, eats, and does anything else requiring hands, with his tentacle hair, not with his hands.
Quaraun is very religious. He prays upon getting up in the morning. He prays before going to bed at night. Quaraun prays over each meal before eating and prays a thanksgiving after each meal before getting up from the table. On the three nights of each full moon, he builds cairns in honour of the Moon Goddess. He bathes at night in the moonlight to absorb the Moon’s power in his twelve-foot-long hair. Quaraun does not cut his hair to honour the Moon Goddess. He wears pink and silver silk robes in honour of the Moon Goddess. Every few hours throughout the day, he stops what he is doing to light pink and silver candles and burn incense in honour of the Moon Goddess.
A high priest of The Di’Jinn Order, he thinks nothing of killing anyone who disagrees with his religious beliefs.
The world’s most feared wizard and most deadly serial killer, he makes his way across the planet, mass murdering rapists and child abusers, and entire cities of people whose justice system allowed rapists and child abusers to walk free. Being a psion, he knows who is guilty and who is innocent, from reading their thoughts, and thus he prides himself in never killing anyone who is innocent and always killing only those whom are truly guilty.
He is highly superstitious, spooks easily, and believes in curses, and feels a dread need to protect himself from curses with offensive hoodoo magic like gri-gri and hotfooting.
Quaraun is an evil Necromancer. He worships the fractured moon, and children run in terror from him.
Though he is the main character, Quaraun is not a hero, and is considered the most evil and most insane, psychotically deranged, narcissistic super villain on the planet.
He practices dark rituals and sacrifices to the moon to ward off the undead lobsters. Quaraun’s favourite drink is absinthe. He also likes poppy tea and NotNog, a type of eggnog made without eggs. Quaraun refuses to eat eggs but will eat fish and dairy. His favourite colour is pink. Quaraun does not eat meat. Quaraun is very short, only five feet six inches tall. He is incredibly arrogant and bosses everyone around.
In later stories, when Quaraun has changed his name to SunTa, he is also mute, from an injury to his throat, which left his vocal cords damaged. After this point in the series he “speaks” using a form or “Morse Code”, via tapping his gold plated fingers on a metal tablet.
Quaraun can look at a river and see the joy of the sparkles the sunlight makes on the surface.
Quaraun can look at a shell and see it as a source of paint pigment.
Quaraun can look at a flower and think of ways to turn it into cloth making fibres.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. SunTa no longer has long Rapunzel hair, no longer wears pink, is now living in The Twighlight Manor, no longer believes in the Moon Goddess, sees himself as God, is horribly scarred, blind in his left eye, is mute, and is referred to by his followers as “Mother”. SunTa is a psion with Elder God powers. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun as SunTa, King of the Sun, The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets. Seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird. As SunTa, Quaraun is thirteen thousand years old, and is now old enough to have grown wings. All Elves, Faeries, and Demons eventually have wings if they live long enough. Most grow wings after reaching around two thousand years old.. 3d printed figure designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring Quaraun can be found here:
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn: King of The UnSeelie Court, aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Lich Lord of Fire Mountain: A Phooka aka A Kelpie-Like Brackish Water Unicorn who takes an Elf-like Faerie Form, but he’s a LichQuaraun’s primary husband, BoomFuzzy (young, and King of The UnSeelie Court). BoomFuzzy is a Phooka, whose true form is a purple unicorn, but he usually takes the form of a black Elf, though being a Phooka/borgat, he is able to take any form of anything or any one and can look like whatever he chooses to look like. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️Quaraun’s primary husband, BoomFuzzy (old and with his food truck). An evil warlord in his youth, BoomFuzzy eventually commit suicide, resulting in his soul being trapped in The Swamp of Death. Quaraun became a Necromancer to resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich. In his Lich form, seen here, BoomFuzzy became a master chef and travels the decimated ruins of the apocalypse bringing food to the homeless and wasteland survivors. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️BoomFuzzy, Lich Form. Often referred to as Antaraz in this form.
Yes, he is an ACTUAL Unicorn. I don’t know why that is such a common question for people to ask.BoomFuzzy, Skeletal Lich FormQuaraun and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, in his true form, that of a purple pony with a silver horn. Yes, BoomFuzzy is a LITERAL UNICORN. His Humanoid form is a glimmer spell illusion. I don’t know why this question gets asked so often, but it is one of the most asked questions I get from people. “Is BoomFuzzy an actual fantasy creature/horse or his it the LGBTQ-type of ‘unicorn’?”… I’m sorry, but, I haven’t got one iota of a clue what in the heck “the LGBTQ-type of unicorn’ even means.
In case you forgot, I have Kanner’s Syndrome (the type of Autism aka Low Functioning Autistic Savant, seen in the movies RainMan and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape) and so I use correct dictionary definitions of words. I do not know use metaphor, similes, euphemisms, riddles, puzzles, slang, or any other types of hidden meanings. If you want to be all cutsy-wootsy stupid patootsie and slap your clever little slang meanings sex crazed euphanisms onto words, you go right ahead, but don’t expect me to understand what the fuck you are talking about if you do. A Unicorn is a type of mythical creature. A Unicorn is a horse. And I think you got to be pretty damned fucking retarded, a hell of a lot way more retarded then I even am, to not know that the word Unicorn means “one horned horse”. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun and BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is a one horned horse who takes an Elf form because he fell in love with Quaraun, who is an Elf. And in case you hadn’t noticed: I am a 5th generation Mormon, I am also asexual, find sex deplorable, and have never written a sex scene in my life. My series is written for children. My primary reader base are children 12 to 16 years old. So please take your head out of the gutter and stop trying to slap your own sex crazed perversions on to my character. Okay? 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen and printed by HeroForge.
King Gwallmaiic, also known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is the Phooka Lich King with is the King of the Realm of Fae, leader of The UnSeelie Court. In his true form he is a small purple pony with a gleaming silver horn.
Before Quaraun rose to power as The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic was feared as the world’s most powerful and most evil mage. He is a Phooka, a type of Trickster Faerie who wields mind control magic, illusions, glimmer spells, and is regarded as the most deadly of the Faerie Chefs. While he makes succulent feasts for his friends, he also bakes toxic, deadly, poisonous feasts for his foes.
One should never take food from Faeries in general, but the Elf Eater especially. Unfortunately for his victims, who often find themselves cooked in his meals, the allure of his food is a temptation few have the will power to say no to.
BoomFuzzy is morbid, and sees the dark, gloomy, depressive side of things. He is bold and vulgar, swears often, makes constant jokes, pulls pranks, and is always making people laugh; but his jovial nature is a public front, a mask to try to hide how he truly feels. He is often sad, suffers from depression, and is in need of cheering up.
Being a Lich (a type of ghost) he is prone to think about death a lot and compare everything to the afterlife. He frequently speaks of lost souls and eternal darkness.
BoomFuzzy also has a fierce protective side. He deeply loves Quaraun with an extremely obsessive-possessive nature. He is prone to bouts of jealousy, and he won’t think twice about pummelling anyone who threatens Quaraun.
Though small and blind, BoomFuzzy is much, much, much stronger then he looks. A fierce warlord, and a dangerous Lich King, BoomFuzzy wields ice magic, frost magic, and can control the weather, causing blizzards and storms.
BoomFuzzy has a massive collection of crystal skulls. He believes crystal skulls house immense magic powers. He is power hungry and always on the lookout for gemstones, crystals, amulets, crystal skulls, and magic items.
But as a master chef, food takes centre stage for him. He sees the potential for new dishes to make and tries constantly. Everything reminds him of food. He spends hours testing out new ingredients and trying new recipes. He finds the most joy in life when he is working in his food truck.
BoomFuzzy is legally blind, but has some vision if something is close enough to him. He can make out blurred versions of things if they are about eight inches from his nose. He can see bright colours, can tell day/light from night/dark. Most of the world is a grey blur to him. He frequently requires help from either Quaraun or GhoulSpawn to get around in strange/unfamiliar places.
Due to his lack of vision, he tends to walk very close to Quaraun, relying on Quaraun’s guidance for where to walk in unfamiliar places.
At home in his Gingerbread House, his food truck, Quaraun’s pink silk tent, the lighthouse, or onboard their riverboat, BoomFuzzy generally moves around unaided, with ease, unless someone moves the furniture around without telling him.
After GhoulSpawn joined up with Quaraun and BoomFuzzy, BoomFuzzy is often seen wearing various steampunk/cyberpunk goggles, which vastly improve his vision. They are made by GhoulSpawn, who keeps making new ones in an attempt to improve BoomFuzzy’s sight.
BoomFuzzy’s real name is King Gwallmaiic. He is the King of the Realm of Fae, the King of The UnSeelie Court. He is a black man from Papua New Guinea who grew up in Scotland. His father was a Phooka but his mother was a Human.
He always wears a black silk hakama.
He wears a black and purple plaid tartan great kilt over his hakama, wearing it like a sari wrap and cape shoulder drape. The tartan symbolizes his royal nature, identifying him as a king.
Strangers immediately recognize him as a king because of his tartan. The tartan is a very important part of his heritage and is never used as a rag or apron. He has long grey dreadlocks plaited with purple silk cloutie ribbons. BoomFuzzy is very short, only five feet one inch tall. He is often mean to Humans and sees Humans as lesser beings.
After a comet struck the moon in 2525, causing the ice age to wipe out most all life on Earth, BoomFuzzy marched The UnSeelie Court across the planet, mass murdering every king, president, mayor, town manager and other government official on the entire planet, ultimately crowning himself King of the World, a title he held for 2,000 years.
BoomFuzzy can look at a river and hope to find gemstones in the riverbed.
BoomFuzzy can see a shell and start hunting for more nearby to steam for supper.
BoomFuzzy can look at a flower and feel sad because it will soon wither and die.BoomFuzzy does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring BoomFuzzy can be found here:
GhoulSpawn The Sheep Demon who was Isekai’d into this world: A Satyr-like Cotswold SheepGhoulSpawn, Quaraun’s secondary husband and BoomFuzzy’s lover. GhoulSpawn’s father was an Electric Eel Merman and his mother was a Sun Elf. He was born an actual baby lamb, and gets progressively more “human like” as he gets older. Art by Wendy Christine Allen. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️GhoulSpawn as The Gremlin, seen here with BoomFuzzy as BlackBird, and BoomFuzzy’s BubbleGum Bunnies and Squirrels. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine Allen.
GhoulSpawn is a Sheep Demon, similar to a satyr.
GhoulSpawn has yellow eyes. GhoulSpawn wears glasses. GhoulSpawn wears a long yellow and orange tie-dyed caftan to hide his digitigrade legs and cloven hooves because Humans are scared of Demons. GhoulSpawn wears a long, floor-sweeping dark green velvet frock coat that is lined with dozens of pockets, each pocket being a bag of holding.
GhoulSpawn is very tall, six feet two inches. He resembles a satyr and has long golden fleece growing from his legs. He has three pairs of sheep ram horns growing from his head, making him look over seven feet tall. Humans are terrified of him because of what he looks like, but he is completely harmless, very gentle, and kind to everyone… and would have stayed that way had he not been beaten up, teased, and bullied by every Human he encountered.
GhoulSpawn is a no-nonsense, high IQ science nerd, brainiac, mega geek. He has a PhD in quantum physics and is the inventor of the time machine and time travel. GhoulSpawn struggles to understand art or literature, seeing them as foolish diversions. He is constantly thinking of mechanical gadgets to invent and build.
GhoulSpawn is always reading or thinking science thoughts. GhoulSpawn enjoys fixing things. GhoulSpawn likes working on cars, especially car engines. He turned his 1974 AMC Gremlin into a time machine.
GhoulSpawn is very shy, very quiet, very soft spoken, hugely anxiety prone, is easily frightened, has severe OCD, and when nervous turns to absentminded kleptomania putting things in his pockets, especially silverware and metal tools, without realizing he’s doing it.
GhoulSpawn is from 1978 and was isekiaed into Quaraun and BoomFuzzy’s 40th century era. GhoulSpawn becomes nostalgic when seeing things from his time period. BoomFuzzy considers things from the past to be silly.
*(ADDED NOTE: It was pointed out that people who do not read Furry Fiction, likely never heard the word isekia/isekiaed before. It is a Japanese word which means “accidentally teleported to an alternate dimension, arriving in place that the teleported character did not intend to go to and did not know existed”. It is a common theme/word/trope in the Fury Genre, the Yaoi Genre, and The Omegaverse Genre, but is uncommon elsewhere.)*
GhoulSpawn’s favourite drink is Moxie soda. He doesn’t drink alcohol. He is a vegetarian and an animal rights activist. His favourite colour is orange.
GhoulSpawn has the most frail mental state and is only few scares away of going psycho deranged megalomanic super villain on the entire planet — which, he does eventually do, when he later becomes the ArchDemon known as Checka.GhoulSpawn and Quaraun, height difference.
GhoulSpawn is a 6'2" Ursiug.
An Ursiug, for those who don’t know Celtic Mythology, is a Welsh Faerie, similar to a Satyr or Faun, except they are a Cotswold sheep instead of a goat or deer.
Ursiugs are stated to be very shy, hide from Humans, wear long green coats to hide their lower sheep half, let their hair grow long and wild to hide their horns, and even go so far as to saw their horns off in an attempt to fit in with Human society.
Ursiugs are a type of UnSeelie Court (meaning solitary) Faerie who does not live in a community of Faeries (Seelie Court).
Hmmm…As I see it used incorrectly often… here is the CORRECT definition:
I don’t know why, but for some reason, a lot of writers do not research the actual folklore of my people (I am Scottish). and write a lot of huge inaccuracies about the Fae. Seelie vs UnSeelie is a place where that happens a lot.For some reason, a lot of writers say:
…and that is just extremely incorrect on HUGE levels of, oh my god, what the fuck did they even research to come up with that shittasticly inaccurate definition of Seelie vs UnSeelie?Once again, as I see it used incorrectly often… here is the CORRECT definition:
GhoulSpawn is UnSeelie, meaning he is shy, introverted, and avoids Humans.
GhoulSpawn can look at a river and see ways to build a waterwheel to use as a source of electricity.
GhoulSpawn can see a shell and think of a way to turn it into a tool or utensil.
GhoulSpawn won’t even notice the flower, because he’s too busy looking up at the stars and wondering how to build a spacecraft so he can explore other planets.GhoulSpawn does not appear in every story, all stories on Medium featuring GhoulSpawn can be found here:
GhoulSpawn as Checka — the crazed ArchDemon who declared humanity unfit and blew up the planet. Yep. That’s how the series ends. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Quaraun on Noodle Beach, BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck, GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Art by Wendy Christinne Allen.❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️
(TRIGGER WARNING: I suppose this requires some sort of a transgender trigger warning as Quaraun is a transgender character, something that is not brought up in many stories, as his being transgender is not a plot point, it just happens to be who he is, but that fact gets brought up once in a while, and Quaraun’s transgender nature seems to piss some people off, so here is a warning for the snowflakes who need such things: If you are vile, deplorable, hate mongering, bigoted, self righteous, holier than thou, transphobic dipshit dick, you should probably just walk away now; because the main character of this story is transgender and his existence is just going to upset you.
Quaraun’s transgender state is not mentioned in many stories, and it is never a plot point, but it gets brought up once in a while.
Quaraun is intersex, with both male and female genitals, neither fully formed. He has been pregnant twice in the series and has fathered 35 children over the course of the series.
Quaraun is bi-sexual at some points of his life, due to his own confusion over his identity. Though he is portrayed as gay throughout most of the series.
There are a few stories in the series where he is portrayed as female/her/she instead of male/he/him, due again, to the deep emotional turmoil, embarrassment, shame, and confusion he lives with over the intersex nature of his biological body.
Quaraun’s husband, BoomFuzzy and their lover GhoulSpawn are always portrayed as fully supportive of Quaraun’s transitions throughout the series.
By birth, he is neither fully male nor fully female, but he is better able to pass for male, and so does so.
However, he was initially raised as female, and did not start living life as a male until he was 75 years old, so lived his childhood and young adult years as a female, but in the time period of the series, he is elderly and now living as a male.
The sexuality of the characters is never a plot point in any story. However, some do-goody hyper gay haters have taken it upon themselves to make it an issue in my offline private life, thus the need for trigger warnings like this one.
These same gay haters have been spreading slander both offline and online calling the series “Erotica”, which has resulted in many readers of Erotica to buy/read books in my series expecting Erotica and being deeply disappointed upon discovering that I am a Mormon and I do not write sex scenes, nor do I write sexual plots.
NEWSFLASH: gay does NOT = Erotica.
LIKEWISE: transgender does NOT = Erotica.
ALSO: intersex is a real medical condition and it does not = either “shemale” or Erotica.
If you came here expecting Erotica, sex fetishes, the sexual objectification of gay men/transgender people/or the intersex medical condition, you are going to be EXTREMELY disappointed.Quaraun, seen here with BoomFuzzy in his unicorn form and GhoulSpawn in his sheep form.Quaraun’s gold plated prosthetic hands can be seen here. They are difficult to draw, so I often do not draw them. Quaraun, who is also known as “The Elf With Crippled Hands” wears a variety of elaborate prosthetic hands, some with fancy jewels and carvings. His hands were crushed when he was still a child. The gloves encase his crippled hands, protecting them. He requires help from BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn to do things like brush his hair, or get dressed, due to his fake hands not being easily movable. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Close up on Quaraun’s pink pupiled blue eyes. This 3d printed figurine is only two inches tall and cost over $200 to have made. The figurines with 2 characters on a single stand cost over $400 to have printed up. They are NOT painted, rather they are 3d printed in full colour. You can make your own over on the HeroForge website. Just know that they are under two inches tall and cost over $200 PER character. HeroForge full colour 3D printing is uberly expensive. On the other hand, these same DnD TTRPG scale minis, can be printed up in grey scale for only around $25 each, and you can paint them yourself. 3d printed figurine of Quaraun designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy and Quaraun with their crystal skulls. BoomFuzzy’s big fluffy horse tail can be seen in this image. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.GhoulSpawn & BoomFuzzy together. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.BoomFuzzy The Unicorn in his Unicorn form. 3d printed figurine designed by Wendy Christine Allen.Meet The Setting:
Earth, 40th century.
After a comet hit the moon in 2525, causing a new ice age.
In Maine’s dystopian ice age, the moon is fractured & undead lobsters are serious problems.
While most of the world and everything from the 20th century are gone and forgotten, BoomFuzzy has found the ruins of both The Twinkie Factory in Biddeford, Maine and the Moxie Factory in Lisben Falls, Maine, and both factories have been rebuilt and Twinkies and Moxie are still in production in the 40th century, now being made by Faeries who use undead lobster zombie slaves to run the factories.Noodle Beach:
Formerly known as Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
In the 40th century it is vastly changed. Erosion has washed away most of the sand, leaving behind granite cliffs towering over 100 feet tall.
Black Tower sits perched on the highest peak. Black Tower is the haunted lighthouse formerly known as The Portland Headlight, and was formerly located in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. See info below about Black Tower for as to why/how the lighthouse moved locations.
Old Orchard Beach, was renamed Noodle Beach in the 40th century, due to the beach being the semi-permanent location of a noodle soup food truck named The Beach Noodle.The Beach Noodle:
A shape shifting 1968 VW Bus, that usually serves as a noodle soup food truck, known for its clam chowder, lobster rolls, whoopie pies, not-nog, and gingerbread cake.
Owned by Faerie Chef, BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, the food truck transforms into a gingerbread house that serves as a candy shop during the winter months when it is too cold to work out of a food truck.MoonSnail Cove:
Formerly known as The Town of Old Orchard Beach at The Old Orchard Beach, Maine.Silent Moore:
Formerly known as Scarborough Marsh, Scarborough, Maine. Silent Moore is walking distance from Black Tower, and is where BoomFuzzy heads to every morning to dig for clams to make clam chowder for his food truck.The glossy ibis in Silent MooreThe Coastal Merchant Trade Route:
Formerly known as The Eastern Trail, it is longer in the 40th century, now starting at The Rupa-Rupa Cloud Forest of Peru instead of Florida, and now ending in Ivujivik, Quebec, instead of Maine.
It takes Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn about 3 years to hike this no longer maintained dirt road.
After the comet strike of 2525, most of the paved highways became unusable, due to zombie infestation (the corpses of the dead, who died in their cars on the roadways at the time of the comet impact; and whom still wander back and forth on the paved roads now in the year 3999) leaving The Eastern Trail as the last usable road along the Atlantic coast.The Pink Silk Tent:
Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn, live in The Pink Silk Tent when they are travelling.
All 3 of them are merchents of a sort. They spend the winter months living at Black Tower, making the items to sell. Then spend the summer months traveling between The GodForsaken City and
Using Dr. Who TARDIS style technology, Quaraun’s Pink Silk Tent is much bigger on the inside. From the outside it reselmes a small puce and fuschisa striped yurt, big enough to seat 3 or 4 peopl. On the inside it is as large as a small 3 bedroom house.The GodForsaken City:
Formerly known as Boston. The GodForsaken City is not actually Boston, but rather a city that was built on top of New Boston; New Boston is the city that was built on top of Old Boston; Old Boston is the city which existed in the 21st century.ZooLock and his Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish, seen here walking through the streets of The GodForsaken City.The BioDome:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
There were once many BioDomes, found in every region of every country, on every continent. Built by an alien race, who arrived on Earth just ahead of the comet, each of these massive stain glass structures contains a city inside of it; the city being a large farming community. Each BioDome was designed to serve as survival bunkers, to keep plants, animals, and people alive during the ice age that would be caused by the comet strike.
Unfortunately, shortly after the comet fractured the moon, strange blue crystals, dubbed The Crystal Plague, started growing every place that comet dust touched the Earth’s surface, and the crystals proved deadly to all who touched them, turning everything they came into contact with to crystal.
While 92% of all life on the planet succumbed to The Crystal Plague, some survived, developing an immunity to it, while others were mutated by it.
The ones who were mutated, became known as Elves, Faeries, or Demons, depending on the type of mutation they were inflicted by.
The infected, developed god-like powers, being dubbed as Mages. Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn are amoung the Infected.
The dead in these region, rose up as Zombies, Liches, Wraiths, Vampires, and other such creatures.
Now in the year 3999, there are twenty one billion undead roaming the Earth, only seven million survivors, and a fast growing race known as Faeries rising up to take over the planet, welding god like magic powers.
Survivors fled the BioDome regions, and the BioDomes fell into despair eventually become ancient ruins.
The last known, still functioning BioDome sits just off the shores of Noodle Beach, and is owned by Quaraun, who uses Undead Lobsters to run the factory like agriculture operation inside the dome.
This is why while of the planet has no ability to grow fruits, vegetables, or livestock, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn have constant access to vast supplies of fresh produce, allowing BoomFuzzy to have a monopoly on food production and Quaraun to have a monopoly on cloth/fabric/clothing production, while GhoulSpawn has corned the market on sheep and all things that come from sheep, including candles, wool, cheese, and milk.
The BioDome, and it’s allowing them to hold a monopoly over the world’s food and textile industries, is what allowed the three of them to become the three reigning kings of the planet, and Quaraun’s eventually become SunTa The Grand High Emperor, King of The sun.The Bio-DomeThe Glass Forest:
A huge leaded, stain glass structure that was built by The Diontite Scientists in 2525, after the comet fractured the Moon.
Near each Bio-Dome, sits a vast Glass Forest, which defies all logic.
No one cane explain the existance of these alien structures, where trees are made out of leaded stain glass, huge blue crystals grow up out of the ground, and lamp-like trees, towering hundreds of feet over real trees, pulps with alien lights and glow like lamps.
The Glass Forests power the BioDomes, but know one knows how or why.
The Glass forests are the primary source of light on the planet, ever since the dust of the fractured moon blocked out the rays of sunlight from reaching the surface.
Like the BioDomes, nearly all the Glass Forests fell apart centuries ago and now lay in ruins, except for the last remaining Glass Forest at Noodle Beach, which powers Quaraun’s BioDome.The mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe mysterious stain glass structures of The Glass ForestThe Boston Dig Site:
21st century Boston, now an archeological dig site, that is several miles deep underneath The GodForsaken City.
It is the primary source of all knowledge the 40th century has into Earth’s 20th/21st centuries.Pepper Valley:
Formerly known as Pepperell Mill Valley, Biddeford, Maine; Pepperell Square, Saco Maine; NorthDam Mill, Biddeford Maine, York Hill, Saco; Riverwalk, Saco, Maine; Mechanics Park, Biddeford, Maine; Rotary Park, Biddeford, Maine; Cliffard Park, Biddeford, Maine; and The MERK, Biddeford, Maine.Crystal Caves Beach Entrance:
Formerly known as The Thunder Hole, Acadia National Park, MaineThe Swamp of Death & Witch Hole Pond:
Formerly known as Park Loop Trail and Eagle Lake & Witch Pond, Acadia National Park, Maine
Home of both Baba Yaga and The RiverBoat ManWoman.TOOBE: (pronounced tube):
A sentient AI, built by the mad scientist Checka.One of TOOBE’s surveillance orbs
TOOBE lives in a TV set in a tavern in The GodForsaken City (formerly known as Boston), but has millions of flying orbs stationed all over the planet.
Most people live in mortal terror of electronics, TVs, cars, and computers, because the world’s entire electric grid, internet grid, and all the satellites are full controlled by TOOBE.
Checka who lives in White Rock, has millions of TV screens in White Rock, where he monitors everyone on the last three remaining planets of the solar system. Checka, is GhoulSpawn, now thirteen thousand years old, and has realized he has the power of a god, and has taken over full control of EVERYTHING.
ZooLock (millias old), Checka (13k years old), Gremlin (500 years old), GhoulSpawn (65 years old), and Glinta (15 years old), are all the same person, and all exist on the planet at the same time, due to his tampering with time travel and causing a paradox. Each version of himself has to be careful to avoid contact with each other version of himself.
Checka, originally created TOOBE as a means of keeping track of where each version of himself was, so as to not come into contact with other versions of himself.
Thanks to TOOBE, cars drive themselves and are seen as monsters, wielded as weapons by The Diontite Scientists (the group of fellow deranged mad scientists, lead by Checka).
By the 40th century, most Humans have nearly all become paranoid offgrid extremist survival preppers, living near Medieval lifestyles, armed to the teeth with guns, terrified of doomsday comets, and ready to machine gun the shit out of every car, tv, computer, or hovering silver orb they see.Checka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenChecka aka 13,000 year old GhoulSpawn, seen here with Toobe. 3d printed figurine by Wendy Christine AllenMonster Houses:The Twighlight Manor:The Twighlight Manor, by day, looks like a perfectly normal manor house. Quaraun built it after The Battle of Ongadada. It is owned by Quaraun’s grandson Sir Roderic Swanzen. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The Twighlight Manor by night, turns into a giant crab-like creature, and walks along the coast of Maine devouring tourists on Old Orchard Beach. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane:The White Rock Asylum For The Criminally Insane. sister house of The Twighlight Manor, it roams Northern Maine terrorizing citizens, the same way The Twighlight Manor does in Southern Maine. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower:Formerly known as The Portland Headlight, Black Tower, aka Space Dock 13, is the unstable feral portal responsible for most of the time travel paradoxes to occur on the planet. It is Quaraun’s house during the winter months when snow is too deep to travel. Like The Twighlight Manor and White Rock, Black Tower transforms into a crab like monster and roams the rocky cliffs of Maine eating beach goers. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.Black Tower, monster form.The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey:The Blue Monkey, Quaraun’s haunted RiverBoat. Zombie hordes shambling along the shore. I asked Bing’s Copilot Designer AI to illustrate a picture of The Blue Monkey, and after more than 40 failed attempts (because it kept putting the paddle wheel in weird places like on the roof or on the deck) it finally spit out this which, is surprisingly pretty accurate to how the ship is described in the books. Except — why are there American flags on the boat? WTF? It’s the 40th century on an alien planet… uhm… ain’t gonna find no American flags flying in this SpellJammer, time travelling, space travelling, flying star ship that doubles as a riverboat when not flying through the sky. It’s still not quite right. I’ll keep trying and see if we can get a better result.
Ah, this one is somewhat better, still not right, but if you take the 2 boats in these 2 pictures and merge them together, you’d have The Blue Monkey:I asked Bing’s Copilot Designer AI to illustrate THIS STORY: (Blizzard) and this was what it gave me. It kind of looks like The Blue Monkey, buuuut, AI really does not understand where to put the wheel of a paddle steamer — it goes on the back, because it pushes the boat ahead. Yet, AI keeps putting it on the front in these pictures. Other then the paddlewheel being in the wrong place, this is a really good picture, in terms of it is otherwise quite accurate to what The Blue Monkey looks like. The Blue Monkey is partly modelled after The Mark Twain (a paddlewheel steamer riverboat built in 1955 and owned by Disney- which can carry 400 guests), and partly off The Dimillio’s Floating Resturant-a former car carrier ferry cargo boat which as a restaurant ship can carry 600 guests (in Portland, Maine), both of those 2 boats are in the range of around 200 feet long and 60 feet wide, both with 3 decks, and I told the AI to make it look like a blend of those 2 real world ships, but painted blue, and, it actually combined those 2 real world boats to look like how I envisioned The Blue Monkey, really well.I have discovered that Medium has an annoyingly inefficient search system and unhelpful algorithm method of helping readers find anything over a few days old.Meaning, readers have a really hard time finding ANYTHING over 2 days old from ANY writer!
But then I also discovered that if I put a shit ton load of links at the end of my articles, readers liked the ease of being able to find more of my work to read without having to try to get Medium’s search feature to find them.Sooo.. here’s a shit ton load of links to more of my work on Medium. Enjoy!
Why do you write?
Answering a random question.medium.comAll the stories in this set which feature The Blue Monkey, can be found here:
Stories Featuring The Blue Monkey
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Stories With Black Tower
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Stories With Noodle Beach
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Stories With Etiole
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Stories with ZooLock
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Stories With The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish
Edit descriptionmedium.comAll the stories in this set which feature The UnDead Lobsters, can be found here:
Stories With The Undead Lobsters
Edit descriptionmedium.comNew to the Quaraun series?Start here: (This page includes “introduction info” about the 3 main characters”):
Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp 💟🌸🦄 (A Story Poem set in The Swamp of Death)
-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄| The Ultimate Writing Prompt Index: Tens of Thousands of Writing Promptsmedium.com…and here 2nd: (This page introduces the world history):
🔆 How do people in your world gain the ability to use magic?
World-building & Magic-building Lore For The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄 ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💗♂️ ♂️ ♂️medium.com…and here after: (These pages give more world lore):
Why haven’t the magic users taken over the world?
{Worldbuilding/Lore in Quaraun’s world}medium.com
If you’ve never read the novels, those 7 pages are enough character and world lore backstory to give you “base understanding” when reading the Short Stories on Medium.You can find all my Medium Edition Quaraun Drabbles here:
Drabbles — 100 word stories and poems (mine)
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Poetry (Mine)
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Kishōtenketsu Stories
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Fiction
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The Pink Necromancer Index
All of my Lists, Publications, and Stories Featuring Quaraun & Crewmedium.comOver 100 Medium Writers take part in these Drabble and Twitter Fiction Challenges. Here is a List I made of some of my favourites by others, plus a list for longer short stories too:
Tweet Fiction (by others, not mine)
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Fiction Shorts 2024 Drabble Challenge
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Fiction Shorts Style Guide
Formatting Drabblesmedium.com
NOTE: I have chosen NOT to submit my Drabbles to their publication, because I already have a set of Publications I created for my series, and will put them there:
Quaraun Shorts
Index of all my Quaraun Short Stories on Mediummedium.com
Poetry by EelKat Wendy Christine Allen
Poetry by EelKat Wendy Christine Allenmedium.comMore Writing Challenges I am Doing on Medium:
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Photo Writing Prompts
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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 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 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 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
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