Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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Twilight Rose
The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Short Fiction Story
Series Trigger Warnings:
* Polyamorous married gay couple and their live-in lover
* Intersex main character, who lives as a trans man
* Furry Yaoi
* Characters often drink, swear, use drugs, and smoke hookahs.
* Transman Mpreg
Not all things appear in all stories.
Series Heat Level:
* Short Stories: Sweet, Fluffy, Lime, or Limon
* Novellas: Lime, Limon, Orange
* Novels: Orange, Lemon
What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
Twilight Rose
“Romance is possible, even in the dusk,” Quaraun said. “But you must let the thorns draw blood first.”
The man stood silent.
“Sit. Or fuck off.”
Quaraun didn’t look up. He was busy boiling honey-wine in a tiny copper kettle, draped in enough pink silk to make a pornographer blush and an executioner nervous. His jellyfish hair curled around his neck like serpents.
Wand on the table.
Knife by the tea.
Bones in a bowl. Real Human bones.
The man sat. Didn’t say thank you. Kept looking around like he expected to die. He should.
Vardo stank of roses and absinthe. Leather, fur pelts, wet silk. And burnt sugar. Always burnt sugar. Always BoomFuzzy’s fudge boiling too long ‘cause the fucker wandered off high again.
“You...uh...really him?” the man asked. Voice tight. Trembled at the corners. “The real Pink Necromancer?”
Quaraun didn’t answer. Just poured tea. Slowly. Pink rosehip and bloodleaf. Something floated. Probably not plant matter. He stirred with a twisted spoon that looked carved from a tooth. His own tooth? Probably. Who knows. He’s done worse.
“You said one card,” the Human said.
“You said you would pay first,” Quaraun replied.
“I got coin.” He tossed a dented tin token on the table. It spun.
Quaraun caught it with two fingers. Examined it. Bit it. It screamed. He nodded. Good coin.
He pulled a single card.
Laid it down. Slow. Precise.
Twilight Rose. Upright.
Quaraun’s pale fingers hovered. Stroked the edge.
The man leaned in.
“What’s that mean?”
“Romance is possible.” Quaraun’s voice went cold. Sweet. Detached. Too calm. “Even now. Even for you. Even in the dusk.”
The man flinched.
“What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”
Quaraun tilted his head, blinked wide blue eyes with pink pupils. The left one twitched. He didn't blink again. Not for a long time.
“You are not dead yet. She is not dead yet.”
“She’s gone.”
“She is not dead.”
“She left. I fuckin' watched her walk out.”
“Good. That means she still breathes. You mourn a grave not dug.”
“I ain’t mournin’ nothing.”
Quaraun sipped his tea.
“You reek of regret. You cry in silence. You think she will come back if you bleed hard enough.”
The man jumped up, knocked over his chair.
“This is bullshit.”
“Then leave,” Quaraun said. Calm. Cold. “But the threads twist behind you when you walk away.”
“I ain’t gonna get lectured by some freak dressed like a godsdamn whore!”
Quaraun blinked again.
The kettle screamed.
So did the knife. It giggled.
BoomFuzzy kicked open the vardo’s back door, swaggered in with a tray of rosewater fudge squares and wearing nothing but boots and a blood-splattered apron.
“Y’all havin’ a party?” he asked, all cocky teeth and lewd smirk. His grey dreadlocks dripped with steam. His eyes were pale silver. Clouded white from cataracts. Still saw everything. Had AI powered VR goggles for that.
“Your guest is rude,” Quaraun said.
“Ya want me ta geld him?”
“If he speaks again, yes.”
BoomFuzzy dropped the tray on the table. Sat on the counter. Spread his legs like it was an invitation. It probably was. The Unicorn was always horny as fuck.
“You two fuckin’?” the Human spat.
BoomFuzzy let out a slow whistle.
“Now see... that there? That’s a deathwish, my dude.”
Quaraun didn’t react. Just stared at the card.
“Twilight Rose,” he repeated. “She did not leave because of the end. She left because you would not let her begin.”
The man clenched his fists.
“I ain’t here for fuckin’ riddles.”
“You are here to be seen,” Quaraun said. “She never saw you. But I do.”
“I don’t—”
Quaraun stood. Fast. Too fast. Like gravity didn’t matter. His jellyfish hair writhed.
“She begged you. She begged you to change. To see her.”
“I—”
“You were too proud. You mourn love that still wants you. But you would rather die than bend. She waited. She waited until the sky cracked open and still you did not come.”
“I didn’t know how,” the man said. Voice broke. “I ain’t like... good at this.”
“You could have tried. You did not. Now the dusk comes. But twilight is not night. You still have time.”
BoomFuzzy munched a square of fudge.
“Ya got him cryin’. That mean we get ta keep ‘im?”
“Keep?” Quaraun said, distracted.
“Y’know.” BoomFuzzy waggled his eyebrows. “Use him. Wear him. Fill the freezer.”
“I am not hungry.”
BoomFuzzy pouted.
“I is.”
The Human backed toward the door.
Quaraun pointed at the card.
“You leave now, she vanishes. The thread breaks. You cut your own throat in a slow way. By doing nothing. That is how most men die.”
BoomFuzzy laughed.
“Most men die ‘cause dey dumb.”
The man stopped. Glanced back at the card.
“...You think I still got a chance?”
“I do not think.”
"Ain't that the truth!" BoomFuzzy laughed.
Quaraun glared at BoomFuzzy and then glared back at the man again.
“I know.”
“You ain’t... killin’ me?”
“You have already killed yourself. Get out of my sight.”
BoomFuzzy leered.
“Lucky boy. Him got spared.”
“Because love,” Quaraun said. “Is the one sin I still worship. And for some godforsaken reason, she stills this vile bastard and wants him back.”
He sat back down. Sipped his tea. Motioned for BoomFuzzy to bring more fudge.
The man left.
Quaraun exhaled.
“I hate love,” he whispered. “I always have.”
BoomFuzzy licked sugar off his thumb.
“Yis a liar.”
“I know.”
They didn’t speak again.
The kettle boiled dry.
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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series
🌸🦄🌸 Furry Yaoi Fiction about Elves and Faeries and Satyrs and Demons and Unicorns and Technomancer Wizards and Liches living in a Lighthouse and surviving as Travelling Merchants and Food Truck Chefs in Cyberpunk Dystopian 40th Century Maine, and Zombie Apocalypse and Time Travel but it’s Slice of Life Vignettes of Mundane Daily Lives of The UnSeelie Court’s Royal Family trying to survive after a comet hit the moon and turned the Earth into a CyberPunk Ice-Age. 🌸🦄🌸
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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
🌸🦄🌸 This work of fiction is a part of a long-running series of novels, novellas, short stories, and poetry, that I have been writing & publishing since 1978 (50th anniversary coming in 2028!) spanning over 3k published works. 🌸🦄🌸
The series is a blend of the following genres, themes, and topics:
40th Century Dystopian Maine | Absurdist | Adult tone, gritty, harsh, visceral | Alienated Loners Who Lived on the Edge of Society | Alternate History | Autistic protagonist | BioDome & Eco-Fiction | BioPunk | Bizzarro | Camping, Glamping & Outdoor Adventure Fiction | Carny Gypsy Caravan & Vardo Life Tales | Character-driven worldbuilding | Character Study | Cosmic Horror | Cozy Fantasy | Cozy Romantasy | Culinary Fiction | CyberPunk | Dark Fantasy | Demons | Dialogue Vignette | DinoPunk | Domestic Fiction | Dying Earth | Dystopian | Elf Wizard | ElfPunk | Elves | EMO Goth EdgeLord | Environmental Catastrophe | EOTWAWKI | Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life | Evil Elves | Evil Unicorns | Evil Wizards | Exotic Alien Planets | Faerie King | Faeries | Family Saga | Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature | Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths | Flying Carpets | Food Truck & Mobile Gastronomy Drama | Found Family | FrostPunk | Furry Yaoi | Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies | Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette | Gay Romance | Genderfluid characters in fiction | Gothic Literature | Grotesque Domestic Fiction | Grotesque Families & Relationships | Gypsy Main Characters | Hyper violent, hyper dysfunctional power trio | Human Experimentation (Mad Scientist Horror) | Intersex Main Character | Isekai | Lgbtqai+ Speculative Drama | Life In Maine | Lighthouse Keeper Tales | Magical Realism | Married Gay Couple | MPreg | MPreg Family Life | Mini Story | MM Romance | MMM Romance | New Weird | Neurodivergent main character | Occult Horror | Off-Grid Homestead Prepper Survival Fiction | Omegaverse | Paranoid Fiction | Parallel Universe | Poly Gay Romance | Portal Fantasy | Post-apocalyptic Survival Punk | Post-comet Earth | Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse | Queer Fiction | Radical Reformation Fiction | RayPunk/Raygun Gothic | A raw, broken world full of predators, trauma, and psychological warfare. | Retro-Futuristic Fantasy | Road Trip Travel Narrative | Satyr | Shifters | Slice Of Life | Slipstream | Soap Opera | Space Fantasy | Space Opera | Space Travel | Speculative Science Fiction | SteamPunk | SuperVillain PoV | Survivalism | Sword & Planet | Sword & Sandal | Sword & Sorcery | Techno Mages | Technological Overreach | Third-person limited | Time Travel | Transhumanist Literature | Transman Main Character | A trio fractured god-tier war criminals who bicker like divorced mafia families while ruling a dead world with iron magic and necromancy. | UnSeelie Court | Urban Fantasy | Villain Main Characters | Vignette | Wasteland Survival | Weird Fiction | Weird West | Why Choose - Poly Romance | Zombie Apocalypse | And probably more.
I don't exactly stick to one genre and I'm constantly experimenting with new genres and new writing styles. If you don't know the meanings of any of those genres, Google can help you, I should probably make a page defining each, I might do that in the future. 🦄🌸 - -not all genres appear in every story. 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆.
🌸🦄🌸LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, regardless of what genre each individual story within it may be; meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, a lot of characters having existential crisis, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series, that focuses largely on three non-Human bumbling wizard super villains and their often ridiculous attempts to take over Humanity.
Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or usually just a single sliver of a single hour) in Quaraun's life.
This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.
*shrug*
I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.
Character driven fiction is highly uncommon in the fiction world, readers who are used to reading fast paced, plot driven stories WILL find their panties in a twist, if they never encountered slow moving, plotless fiction before.
This is Character driven Slice of Life fiction and does not follow the Western publishing norms of either plots or 3 act structures (beginning/middle/end).
I use the Japanese 4 act structure (aka kishōtenketsu - Introduction/Development/Twist/Conclusion), which does not start at the beginning and is left open ended without clear resolutions.
It's kind of a sometimes Cozy, sometimes semi-Erotic, sometimes borderline spatter punk gorn, usually deranged bickering lover's spat Fae-punk horror series about Quaraun, a fragile, volatile autistic necromancer, and his hypersexual undead pastry chef lover surviving a frozen post-apocalypse. An autistic necromancer battles inner chaos, eldritch threats, and love in this tender, darkly whimsical cozy fantasy on an ice age planet. A genderfluid Moon Elf necromancer and his undead Fae lover navigate grief, magic, and quiet apocalypse in a queer gothic fantasy world ruled by Fae. It's weird. Venomous jellyfish hair. Gingerbread swords. Sweet cuddles jutixpointed against fire, blood, magic, and venom. Undead lobsters. Undead moose. Psychotic evil Elves. Welcome to the gentle madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. A soft-spoken necromancer drifts through frozen forests, haunted kitchens, and forgotten spells in a quiet saga of grief, love, and magic. After the fall of the Human world, a fragile Elven mage clings to love and ritual in a world of snow, silence, undead moose, and pink silk curses. Fae-punk, cozy horror, autistic protagonist, queer necromancer, UnSeelie Court—Quaraun's magical survival story unfolds in icy solitude. Fucked-up sensuality with claws, in a world where roses bite and dust bunnies kill, Quaraun—the broken Elfin necromancer—shelters with his ghostly Fae lover and sentient kitchen. But raw, damaged, obsessed, unstable beings in a hostile world where civilization has been erased, not rebuilding. BoomFuzzy who kills over a miscooked mushroom and Quaraun who rants for 2 pages about the word 'insane' and why he isn't. All are domestic, darkly romantic, usually set in the lighthouse or food truck, from Quaraun’s POV. Quaraun is neurotic, obsessive, and overwhelmed. BoomFuzzy is lewd, sharp, dangerously charming 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇. ་༘࿐˙⋆ . 🌸🦄🌸
This page, including all art, photos, and text was written & created by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All Rights Reserved.