Counting Down to the 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)
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40TH CENTURY DYSTOPIAN MAINE | COZY SWEET ROMANTASY | DARK FANTASY | ELVES & FAERIES & DEMONS & SHIFTERS | FURRY YAOI | GOTHIC LITERATURE | GYPSY MAIN CHARACTERS | INTERSEX CHARACTER | LGBTQAI+ FICTION | MARRIED GAY COUPLE | MINI STORY | Mpreg SERIES | POLY GAY ROMANCE | QUEER FICTION | SLICE OF LIFE | TRANSMAN CHARACTER | VIGNETTE | ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE |
🌸🦄🌸 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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Waste Management and Recycling
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.
Waste Management and Recycling
Quaraun sat cross-legged on a hovering, glittering pink silk flying carpet, watching BoomFuzzy rummage through a heap of scrap metal and broken tech. He refused to soil his silks or his shoes, and so watched BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn digging through the scrap heap.
A dim light flickered overhead, sputtering in the cold, stale air of the underground refuge.
GhoulSpawn sat nearby, gnawing on a Twinkie and holding a half-dismantled cyber-limb.
“This is, like, totally salvageable, man,” GhoulSpawn said, holding the cyber-limb up to BoomFuzzy. “You just gotta reroute the power conduit through the neural core and, like, add a bypass circuit to stabilize the feedback loop.”
BoomFuzzy squinted at the limb through his cyber-goggles, fiddling with a tangle of wires.
“Aye? And what if the neural core shorts out and explodes in yar face, ya bloody twit?”
“It won’t explode, dude. Probably. I mean, it’s just a Class-C conduit — “
“It is most certainly going to explode,” Quaraun interrupted, his long silver tentacle-hair slithering around his shoulders. He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from his pale face, the chains linking his nose rings to his earrings tinkling. “Glinta, you have a habit of blowing things up. Your explosions are, shall we say, a rather predictable occurrence. Occurrence rather predictable.”
“That’s, like, totally not fair, man!” GhoulSpawn protested. “That arm I built you only caught fire once!”
“Twice.”
“It was a controlled burn!”
Quaraun arched a snowy-white eyebrow.
“My arm was not supposed to catch fire at all.”
BoomFuzzy snorted, tossing a mangled data chip over his shoulder.
“Ach, he’s right, Goat — “
“I’m a sheep.”
“Aye. And besides, we’re no here for science projects. We’re here tae dig up anythin’ we can use, sell, or trade.”
BoomFuzzy kicked a rusted pile of broken android parts. A few pieces clattered across the frozen concrete floor, echoing through the cavernous shelter.
“We are scavenging, not salvaging,” Quaraun said primly. “There is a distinct difference. Difference very distinct.”
“Aye,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “But we cannae afford tae be picky. Folk’ll pay good money for reworked tech.”
Quaraun sighed and stood, his long pink robes cascading around him, his tentacle-hair coiled and uncoiled, as he stepped down off his flying carpet, and carefully poofed it back into his pink beaded heart shaped bag of holding. He wandered toward a battered vending machine half-buried under scrap. His pink pupils glowed faintly as Quaraun traced his gloved hand along the machine’s cracked glass.
“Hmm…” Quaraun’s delicate hand hovered over the coin slot. “This machine may yet yield something of value.”
GhoulSpawn peeked over Quaraun’s shoulder.
“Dude, that’s, like, ancient tech. We had those back in the 1970s. Probably been dead for a couple of centuries.”
Quaraun ignored him and slid a small gold coin into the slot. The machine buzzed weakly. A dull grinding noise followed, and then a dusty can rattled out of the bottom tray.
Quaraun crouched down, lifting the can with a dainty finger. He held it up to the flickering light.
“A can of…” Quaraun squinted at the faded label. “Prune juice?”
“Prune juice?” BoomFuzzy cackled. “Yer telling me ya stuck a coin in that ancient pile of rust and it spat out bloody prune juice?”
“Yeah, man, gross,” GhoulSpawn agreed. “That’s, like, not even food.”
“Prunes are just dried plums.” Quaraun examined the label. “It claims to offer +2 Constitution and +3 Bowel Efficiency.”
BoomFuzzy let out a loud, wheezing laugh.
“Bowel Efficiency?! Ach! What the hell kinda stats are those?”
GhoulSpawn grinned.
“I dunno, dude. Might come in handy if you’re, like, constipated.”
“Prune juice is very healthy.” Quaraun ignored them and tucked the can into the folds of his robe. “Waste not, want not.”
BoomFuzzy wandered over to a heap of rusted mechanical limbs. He picked up a skeletal android arm and tapped it against his goggles.
“Reckon I could fit this tae me bus. Maybe turn it intae a self-service counter…”
“You are not putting an android arm in your bus,” Quaraun said.
“Why no’?”
“Because it would likely throttle the customers.”
“Of course it would, but only the rude ones.”
Quaraun sighed.
“Unicorn…”
GhoulSpawn suddenly perked up. His big golden pleco eyes widened as he pulled a shiny object from beneath a pile of scrap.
“Dude! Check it out!”
He held up a small device, sleek, black, blinking faintly with blue light.
“Looks like a biometric scanner,” GhoulSpawn said. “I wonder if — “
“That is not a biometric scanner,” Quaraun said, frowning. “That is a detonation trigger.”
“Aw, c’mon, man. Don’t be so negative.”
“It has a blinking red light.”
“So?”
“It is actively counting down.”
“Is it? How can you tell?”
“The red numbers, counting backwards on the display panel.”
GhoulSpawn looked down at the device.
“Oh… yeah. How’d I miss that?”
He dropped it.
BoomFuzzy’s eyes widened.
“Bloody hell!”
Quaraun whipped his Rainbow Wand from his sleeve and fired a blue beam. Ice crackled across the device, freezing it mid-countdown. GhoulSpawn gingerly nudged it with his hoof.
“Hey, it stopped!”
“Aye, but I’m not riskin’ it,” BoomFuzzy said. He picked up the frozen bomb and chucked it into the scrap heap.
Quaraun sighed and massaged his temples.
GhoulSpawn grinned sheepishly.
“At least it didn’t blow up?”
“It is early yet,” Quaraun replied darkly.
BoomFuzzy clapped his hands.
“A’right, back tae work! We need tae scavenge enough metal for Quaraun’s loom an’ a new transmission for the bus.”
Quaraun folded his arms, his jellyfish tentacles curling around his shoulders.
“I am not weaving silk on a loom constructed from recycled cyber-limbs.”
“Why not?”
“Because my silk is an art form, not a mechanical production line.”
“Ach, yar such a bloody diva.”
“I am refined.”
“Yer spoiled.”
“I am efficient.”
BoomFuzzy leaned over and kissed Quaraun’s nose.
Quaraun’s cheeks flushed pink.
GhoulSpawn rolled his eyes and picked up another scrap of metal.
- +1 Can Prune Juice Added to Inventory
- +1 Frozen Detonation Trigger Added to Inventory
- Achievement Unlocked: Bomb Squad — Survived a countdown timer without exploding
- Quaraun gained +3 Bowel Efficiency
- BoomFuzzy gained +1 Self-Control (Didn’t Strangle GhoulSpawn)
- GhoulSpawn gained +5 Luck (Survived Another Explosion)
- Moral of the Story: Waste management and recycling are important — especially when the waste tries to kill you.
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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.
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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
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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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Currently Available on Amazon Kindle:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
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And GumRoad:
Index of the Quaraun short stories on GumRoad
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On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
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Index of the Quaraun short stories on Vocal
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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.