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Zombies Are but Rotting Flesh and Fetid Breath, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf
{A Pink Necromancer Poem}
(Poems by Quaraun)

By Wendy C Allen

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.

The Series Prologue

Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post

Zombies Are but Rotting Flesh and Fetid Breath, a Poem by Quaraun the Last Moon Elf

{A Pink Necromancer Poem}(Poems by Quaraun)

Zombies are but rotting flesh and fetid breath,
A shambling mockery of death.
Eyes like graves, no life beneath,
A haunting hymn to ruin’s bequeath,
Echoing softly through the heath.

The shambling dead, their lifeless stare,
With rotted flesh and matted hair.
Their hollow eyes, a vacant glare,
Speak of life stolen, none to spare,
A mockery of what was fair.

Once they lived, danced, and dreamed,
Now horrors walking, vile, uncleaned.
By cruel magics, their forms redeemed,
A twisted joke, a fate esteemed,
By those who weave such cursed schemes.

The Elves are gone, yet they remain,
In phantoms bound by cruel disdain.
Through death’s dark grasp, they twist, profane,
No joy, no song, no love sustain,
Just hollow steps through endless pain.

Yet I gaze upon their hollowed plight,
And see the Elves, their shining light.
Now shadows bound in endless night,
No songs, no joy, no sacred rite,
Just endless grief in muted flight.

Yet Unicorn stands, both life and death,
A spectral form, a stolen breath.
Through his Lich embrace, I feel bereft,
Yet find my heart where hope is left,
A fragile light in grief’s cold theft.

Unicorn, Love, you mend my pain,
In every loss, your laugh remains.
Though death and ruin may stake their claims,
You hold me close, through ash and flame,
A living warmth in death’s domain.

The zombies walk, their chains unseen,
A haunting hymn of what has been.
But in his touch, both foul and clean,
I find a love, though grim and lean,
That bridges ruin with what’s serene.

I weave my magic threads,
Binding life where none was led.
Though flesh may rot, though blood is shed,
I fight to keep my love unbled,
For life defies the living dead.

So let the dead walk where they will,
Through barren fields, through valleys still.
In his cold arms, my heart does thrill,
For even death cannot distil,
The love we share, through time’s cruel chill.

The End?

More Quaraun:

A Culinary Catastrophe: The Cursed Tomato Soup

The Damp Grass Beneath His Feet

Eating the Elephant

Ghosts Beneath the Pink Silk Tent

Glimmer in the BioDome

Haunting Rituals of the Night

I Need To Feel Safe

Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen

Magic Apples, a Drabble Not

Mayonnaise

Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a Prosimetrum

A Path of Twisted Trees

The Pink Tent’s Unseen Shadows

The Rain-Drenched Alley

The Red Hakama

Stolen Midnight Magic

The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach, featuring Etiole

Twilight Rose

The Unseen Hand in the Fog

The Wand Mishap

Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish

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Quaraun and BoomFuzzy

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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.

BoomFuzzy

Quaraun

GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy

GhoulSpawn

GhoulSpawn and Quaraun

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The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series

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This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

By EelKat Wendy C Allen

🌸🦄🌸 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:

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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{A Pink Necromancer Poem}
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