Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death


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By Wendy C Allen

eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:

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The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:

  • No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
  1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Do you know who this woman is?

On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.

She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.

Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.

Clairescreenshot.pngThe golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.
zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotThe Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?

Video explains what else she's done ...

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death
(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel)


It has been brought to my attention, by several fans, that you have read all the currently published novels and are eagerly awaiting publication of the rest of the series. However, life being what it is, the town of Old Orchard Beach being what it is, and my health being what it is... publication of the novels got put on hold with an entire 2 years passing with no new novels published.

As I have many chapters of each volume finished, and each story can be read on their own in any order, without continuing one to the next, I have come to the conclusion that the best way to sait your appetite for more Quaraun, in between the publication of the finished novels, the best thing to do therefore is to simply publish the chapters that are finished here on my site, to give you something to read while waiting for each novel to be finished.

Please note that while not erotica, the Quaraun series is sold as "Adult Entertainment" and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.


The Quaraun Series Is Yaoi. The Series Is Psychedelic Unicorn Porn & Contains Masochistic Drug Addicted Transvestite Twinkie Uke Elves Having Sex with Sadistic Drug Dealing UnDead Seme Unicorns

While not Erotica, you must be 18 or older to buy the novels this excerpt comes from, due to drug use, language, sexual situations, abuse, and graphic depictions of suicide.

The more graphic scenes have been removed from these free to read online sample  editions of the chapters.















The Summoner of Darkness:
The Banshee Sisters: Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah In the Swamp of Death

 Quaraun woke up and stared up at the beams overhead. He didn't often wake up to see a ceiling. He tried to remember when he last time it was he had slept indoors. It had been several months at least. He sat up, stretched and looked around. He felt like he was being watched. He could not shake the feeling that they were not alone and that someone was here with them, watching their every move. Unicorn and GhoulSpawn were asleep on either side of him. Unicorn partly draped over him and GhoulSpawn snuggled up beside him, something Quaraun had not expected to find. 

The first night GhoulSpawn had slept on the other side of the room, refusing to get close to any of them at all. The second night he had joined them in the soft fur nest bed, but stayed well out of reach of any one. Now on the third morning of their stay in the chapel, GhoulSpawn was laying right beside Quaraun, their bodies touching. Quaraun could feel the warmth of the half-Elf's flesh against him. He reached out and touched the sleeping Sun Elf, brushing his glowing yellow hair out of his face.







Like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn was an incredibly beautiful Elf. Unicorn had often joked that Quaraun was so vain, he was only truly in love with himself, and that being only because he possessed a beauty the defied all logic. Unicorn had also said he worried what Quaraun would do, should he ever find another Elf with his same haunting beauty, joking he'd either kill it to get rid of the competition or keep it for his lover, replacing Unicorn. The problem was it was not a joke and Unicorn was right, Quaraun did lust after his own beauty and it was his intense lust for GhoulSpawn's beauty that had inspired Quaraun to invite GhoulSpawn into his bed. Every reason he had given before was true, but he knew now, seeing GhoulSpawn up close for the first time and feeling the warmth of his body this close, that sexual desire had been the root cause of the request.

Quaraun sat watching GhoulSpawn sleep, watching his slow, relaxed breathing, and lusting for the young Sun Elf, in spite of the fact that Unicorn, his partner, lover, and soul mate was lying right beside him on the other side of the bed. He found himself wishing to feel the kiss of GhoulSpawn lips. The danger of wishes. Quaraun knew he had to get these thoughts out of his head. He was still not yet able to full control his psionic powers. Should he accidentally say "I wish..." the results could be terrible. He tried to remember what it was he had said just before GhoulSpawn had come crashing out of a hole in the sky, landing at his feet. Had he wished for GhoulSpawn? Had he been lusting for GhoulSpawn and wished the Sun Elf was in his bed?

Quaraun lay back down, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He didn't know how much longer he could hide his lusts for the Sun Elf from Unicorn. Quaraun closed his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of how much he wanted to have sex with GhoulSpawn just now. Think of something else. Think of the strange events this week had held. GhoulSpawn had fallen out of the sky and into their lives twice this week. No. Three times. The Gremlin. Wasn't he too GhoulSpawn? Older and from a distant future. A future where he and Unicorn was dead and the heartbroken GhoulSpawn was left alone. What had he said?  

"I loved you very much. I still do. I never stopped loving you. I'm not trying to save the world. I just want to change the events of the past, so you don't have to die. You shouldn't have died. Not like that. I will lay a thousand years of legacy and tradition at your feet, if your heart will beat but once more."

The Gremlin had looked as though his heart was breaking when he'd said those words. He'd been visibly shaken up over seeing Quaraun alive again, after so many years. The Gremlin had looked so old. So sad. His containace was that of an Elf who'd survived a broken soul bond and had dipped into the madness of grief and despair. 

Quaraun wondered, had he and GhoulSpawn been lovers? What about Unicorn? And what about the Gremlin. How long had he been alone?

Quaraun opened his eyes and looked at GhoulSpawn again. He looked so young. So peaceful. So different for the deeply distraught and very ancient Gremlin he would one day become. The Gremlin had indicated they were lovers. But what about Unicorn? Quaraun could not shake that question from his mind. What about Unicorn? Would a time come when Unicorn was gone? Dead. Forever. No longer able to come back. Quaraun didn't want to think about it. He loved Unicorn so much. Unicorn was dead. Is that not what the Gremlin had said? The Lich's many lives had run out. Another Phooka would kill him some day and he wouldn't come back to life that time. He'd stay dead forever. Quaraun felt a horrific pain in his heart at the thought of losing his beloved BoomFuzzy again. Quaraun squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block out ant thoughts of a future without Unicorn. He didn't want to see it. He didn't want to think about it.

Quaraun's mind wandered back to wishing he and GhoulSpawn would kiss. Quaraun's wishes were dangerous. Every time he said the words "I wish" some thing bad happened. But he couldn't stop is mind, thinking of wishes. Wishes that went beyond kisses. Wishes that went to a warm embrace. Flesh on flesh. Skin against skin. Flesh inside of flesh. Their bodies coming together as one. Quaraun felt his dick go hard and erect as he imagined GhoulSpawn on top of him. Inside of him. Something Unicorn would never allow. The Lich was so possessive of Quaraun. Quaraun knew if Unicorn ever got a hint of Quaraun's desires for GhoulSpawn, the Phooka would kill them both. He would not allow for any wavering of Quaraun's affection. 

The thought of Unicorn's anger excited him even more. Quaraun loved the dominant stance Unicorn took with him. Quaraun half began wanted to be fucked by GhoulSpawn, just to incite Unicorn's jealous range, so he could feel the full force of the Phooka rage targeted fully against him. Quaraun's thoughts shifted back and forth between GhoulSpawn's gentleness and Unicorn's fierceness, both thoughts exciting him, and he found himself wishing they would both ravish him together. And just now the need to relieve himself was more then he could bare. He needed to escape this position he was in, squished between the two men he was lusting for.

Quaraun looked around. It was still early morning. The sun was not quite up. The stained glass windows sent erry shadows across the room. ZooLock was asleep at his feet. Morning had arrived and the storm had left. Chickadee and Titmouse were singing in the pine trees. There was a fresh, musty wet smell to the air. The smell of fresh rain in a mossy forest. 

Quaraun got up and went to the door to look outside. Though the rain had stopped, everything was drenched through. Tree branches hung low, water dripping from them. Dark puddles stood in places all around. The rich black earth was mushy and boggy, waterlogged from the heavy torrents of rain that had kept the Elf and his companions trapped in this church, now for three days.

"Take GhoulSpawn with you and go back the way you came," a female voice said. "Leave ZooLock behind. Take the half-Elf away from here."

Quaraun was suddenly alert, his foot long ears perked up high over his head instead of drooped backward as they normally were. With his ears twitching and listening like a scared rabbit, he looked all around for the source of the voice. His sight was not nearly as keen as his hearing though and he could see no one.

"Don't let him go back to that village. They're gonna kill him. He's too innocent. He doesn't know who they are. He doesn't know what they have planned. What they're gonna do. Take him with you. Don't let him go back to that place. Now that you have him go back the way you came. Don't keep following this path."

"Who's there?" Quaraun asked.

The sound of Quaraun's voice woke Unicorn.

"Who ya talkin' too?"

“I heard something.”

“I can see that,” Unicorn said. “Ya sexy little ears is gone errect.”

“Someone was talking to me.”

Quaraun was looking all around, scanning the trees for signs of life. His body was tense and alert, ready to run at the slightest sound. 

Unicorn kicked ZooLock.

"What?"







The Thullid jumped up ready to attack, then relaxed when he remembered where he was. The commotion woke up GhoulSpawn, who sleepily sat up and tried to remember where he was and how he had gotten here.

"What for did you kick me?" ZooLock demanded.

"Our Elf busy being terrified bunny having nervous breakdown again."

"What? Oh." 

ZooLock looked over and saw the panicked look on Quaraun's face and the stiffness of his tall alert ears.

GhoulSpawn had never seen Quaraun like this before so wasn't sure what was going on. He sat on the bed of furs and watched as Quaraun began trembling in sheer terror.  Unicorn and ZooLock both went to the door beside Quaraun and looked around with him, but neither of them saw anything, partly due to the fact that Unicorn was nearly blind while ZooLock was a nocturnal, underground dwelling beast who was blinded by sunlight and could see nothing in the day time.

Quaraun continued looking around then gasped and fell back away from the door. There it was. Right in front of him. The black cat was watching them again. This time it was right there. Inches in front of him. It's green-yellow eyes gleaming at him. 

“Look at that,” Quaraun pointed to the cat, but when he did the cat lept up and ran into the bushes.

“Look at what?” 

Unicorn looked to see where Quaraun was pointing. There was nothing there.

“A black cat, with a jeweled collar.”

"Ya seeing cats again."

"Kats?" GhoulSpawn asked. "You see Kats?"

Unicorn went back to the fur bed and plopped himself down beside the half-Elf.

"Him been seen cats all over the place for the past week or so."

"Where?"

"Every where. Every where we go. We turn 'round and there him go gibbering about cats talking to him and following him..."

"Are they following him too?" GhoulSpawn's eyes widened in terror.

"Aye."

"They're everywhere!" GhoulSpawn gasped.

"Eh?"

"I can't get away from them," GhoulSpawn said, now sounding as scared as Quaraun.

The half-Elf began trembling in fear and started crewing on his nails, and twisting his yellow hair nervously around his fingers, while his gold flecked eyes darted fearfully around the room.

"Ya what?"

"They've been following me for weeks."

Unicorn leaned back, looking at GhoulSpawn, then turned to ZooLock.

"What it with Elves being scared of cats? This one doing it too."

ZooLock toddled over to get a closer look at GhoulSpawn.

"What do the cats look like?"







"There's a black one. Wearing lots of green jewelry. And a white one. With purple wings. And another black one. And a grey one. With tuffted ears. And an orange one. With long fur. And a flat face. And they talk. They won't stop talking to me. They show up every where I go. I thought I was going mad. No one else sees them. No one will believe me. The other half-Elves laugh at me. They say I'm crazy. They've started calling me GhoulSpawn the Crazed. I don't know what's real and what isn't any more."

"Those are the same ones I've seen," Quaraun said, coming back into the room and sitting on the floor beside GhoulSpawn. "We should leave while the rain has stopped

Quaraun ordered Unicorn to pack their things and the Phooka quickly obeyed.

"Travel with us," Quaraun said to GhoulSpawn.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"HellBorne needs me..."

"HellBorne? You mentioned him before. Who is he?"

"He's an old man. Ancient. Can't get around good any more. He's got a withered arm. Been that way since birth. It's like there's no arm there are all. Just skin over bone and the bones are like too short. It looks like he has one arm. He needs help doing things and now that he's old, just getting around."

"Have you known him long?"

"No. My father knew him before I was born. I only met him a about two months ago. He's a half Elf and he takes in half Elves. There's a lot of half Elves there. It's kind of a half-Elf community."

"So you have a place to go?"

"Yeah."

"And you're not alone?"

"No."

"Are you happy there?"

"I.... Uhm ... Not really. They're the ones killing the sheep."

"You're hiding the sheep from HellBoorne?"

"Yeah."

"Are you in trouble?"

"Kind of. And I will be even more now."

"More now?" Why what do you mean?"

"I've been gone three days."

"Do you not have freedom to come and go as you choose?"

GhoulSpawn looked away and didn't answer.

"Tell me about HellBorne. Who is he? What does he want with you?"

"He calls himself the Summoner of Darkness. Darkness is coming and we have to be ready."

"Meaning?"

"He's gathering up Thullids. A lot of them. Some type of cult. A lot of priests. Like him." GhoulSpawn pointed to ZooLock. "They're all gathering in the next village from here. If you keep going done that road you was on, you'll come to it. They're getting ready for something. Don't know what. They've been gathering up sheep to sacrifice to some ancient Elder God."

"Elder God? A Thullid Elder God?"

Quaraun looked over at ZooLock.



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"Why haven't you run away? I've not been holding your chains since the field of poppies back there."

"No reason to run away my lady," ZooLock answered.

"Stop calling me that."

"Why's he call you that?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"He thinks I'm a god. Or goddess. The Thullids call me The Elder Brain. I'm supposedly... I don't know. They think I'm an ancient Jelly Fish living inside this Elf body of mine."

"Are you? You did say you were a Thullid."

Quaraun stopped talking to think. He tried thinking about what the black cat had said. He tried thinking about everything ZooLock had said before they reached the Witch Pond. He tried to think about everything GhoulSpawn had said these 3 days trapped in the storm with them.

"Gremlin," Quaraun said. "Unicorn what did he say to us?"

"A five o clock curfew. King Stephen and his thin Gypsies. Tiny houses on the beach. Apple orchards. You being the father of two evil kings. Ongadada. Twighlight Manor. Don't go near Black Tower. Stay away from HellBorne. Trouble brewing ahead. Sun Elves are dead. White rocks are bad. Trapped souls. My grandson is gonna murder me. He had a headache. Humans take over the planet. You're gonna die. He loves you. He's here with the cats to stop HellBorne. Don't follow that road. Don't trust ZooLock. If you see GhoulSpawn, don't let him go back to Black Tower."

"If you're lonly you can stay with us. We all like you," Quaraun said to GhoulSpawn.

"Why the concern?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"I get the feeling you're unhappy there and that you're happier here with us."

"I'm the only High Elf among the half-Elves. The others are all common Elves and Wild Elves and Wood Elves and the like. I'm the only one not half-Human too. They pick on me. I'm... I always had servants. I...  I'm not... I'm not good at d..do..doing things. At all. Basic every day things they do every day... I... I've... I've never done them before. They're all half Elves, but their Elf parents were Common Elves, not aristocrats. Not royalty. Wood Elves mostly. They know how to do things. Farming and building and crafting and working with their hands. I try to help and end up getting in the way. I'm more bullied there by them, then I was by the Sun Elves. I just want to belong some where."

"You can belong with us."

"Aren't you both wanted for murder?"

"Yes. We are."

"You live on the run."

"That's true."

"You don't have a place to live. Don't you just, live like this. Camping out in whatever abandoned building you find."

"Yes. And taverns. And inns. Brothels. Sometimes we stay with friends. There's a Leprechaun travels with us sometimes. He has a Vardo. We live in that when we're with him. I have a tent. We set that up and sleep under the stars. It's not a bad life, living on the road like we do. You can stay with us. Travel with us. We don't mind your company."

"You're a full blooded High Elf."

"I was raised by Demons in a Human village. My lover is a Faerie. I'm not like other High Elves. I don't mind other races, including half-Elves. And I don't like seeing you unhappy. And I like talking to you. It doesn't happen often that another High Elf to talk to. Please consider travelling with us."

"I need to go back home. I've been gone too long already. HellBorne will be furious."

"Then you will not come us?"

"I need to go back."

"Do you mind then, if we travel with you?"



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GhoulSpawn couldn't think of a logical reason not to travel with them, seeing how they were walking on the road leading back to his village and he would have to walk this direction any ways. And so they finished packing their things and set out for GhoulSpawn's village, rather then turning back as the black cat had advised. They walked for about an hour with nothing of any significance happening to them, following the path around Witch Pond, until they came to the other side. It was once again becoming windy as dark clouds hung low in the sky.

"Looks like it gonna rain again," Unicorn said.

"I hate being wet," Quaraun said as he looked up at the storm clouds.

"We are on the other side of Witch Pond," ZooLock said. "Look there is the witch's house we saw from the other side. Perhaps we can stop there until it passes?"

"I don't want to stay at a witch's house," Quaraun mumbled. "Did that before. Mariasma. And look where that got us."

"Where did it get us?" ZooLock asked.

"She killed me dead," Unicorn said. "Him had to resurrect me all over again. Now I a VampiLich."

Thunder crashed near by. Quaraun's foot long ears laid all the way back, down flat against his back.

"I hate being wet," he said again.

A sound at his feet, caused his ears to go back up. The water, in the shape of a hand, rose out of the pond and grabbed hold of his ankle, pulling in forward n the slipper moss.

"How is it you had to resurect him again if he is a Lich?" ZooLock asked.

Quaraun wasn't listening to ZooLock, he was in a trance, staring down at the water.

"Are you alright?" GhoulSpawn asked.

"The water intices me."

"Intices you?"

"Something is trying to pull me into the water."

GhoulSpawn looked at the water.

"There's nothing there."

"There's something there. Something invisible. In the water. Crawling over the edge. Grabbing at my feet. Trying to pull me in. Trying to drown me."

"There ain't nae no 'ting t'ere, Quaraun," Unicorn said.

ZooLock inched cautiously closer to the water, leaned over the edge and brought one of his large fish eyes to the edge of the water.

A purple blue bolt of lightening flashed across the sky.

"Nope," ZooLock said at length. "I sees nothing."

"You can not see an invisible entity," Quaraun said. "I don't like this place."

Another crack of thunder smashed through the air as the winds picked up. 

"The water is gettin' choppy," Unicorn said. "Ya should nae be so close to the edge."

"Water that entices you in until you drown," Quaraun whispered. 

"Come, ya drown from falling in and being crashed under the waves iffy ya does not come back from the edge."

Unicorn forcibly dragged Quaraun away from the pond.

The thunder claps were growing louder, the lightening flashes bigger, and the wind was howling fiercely now. Angry black clouds, blotted out whatever sun light there had been. In the near distance the sound of ocean waves crashing on the shore could be heard. The strong smell of seaweed and crabs filled the air.

Quaraun thought for a few seconds. "We are in an enchanted forest."

"Is it is Faerie Forest," Unicorn asked.

"You're a Faerie, can't you tell?"

"Usually, but I does nae sense no Fae in these woods."

Quaraun nodded.

"It doesn't feel like Faeries. I'm Faeries sighted, I can usually tell if there are Fae around. Can you tell if there are any Fae around," Quaraun asked GhoulSpawn.

"Hmm... that's a good question. There's no way to be sure, to be honest."

"Implying everything else you said was a lie?" Quaraun pointed out.

"What?" The remark caught GhoulSpawn off guard.

"No one who is telling the truth, ends a sentance with 'to be honest'. It means every thing else you said was a lie."

"I don't lie," GhoulSpawn hung his head in shame. "That's kind of my problem I can't lie."

"I've noticed. You keep trying to lie and you act like someone's cast a spell on you that prevents you from lying and you just blurt out the truth while trying to lie."

"Yeah, something like that," GhoulSpawn said quietly.

"What happened?"

"To what?"

"Why can't you lie?"

"I... uhm... well... it... I ..."

"GhoulSpawn... why are you trying to lie about why you can't lie?"

"I don't know."

"You're trying to hide something from me, aren't you?"

GhoulSpawn didn't answer.

Quaraun thought some more then looked at GhoulSpawn.

"You said something about Chaos Magic before. And you keep talking about Chaos Demons. You're a Chaos Wizard, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Do you work with Chaos Demons?"

"Uhm... I... uh... sort of."

"Chaos Demons would explain a lot."

"What a Chaos Demon?" Unicorn asked.

Quaraun shook his head and took another drink.

"They create Chaos every where they go. They can't help it. They're not from this dimension, their bodies react to the gravity or some thing. I don't know. I've never tried to do Chaos Magic. It's dangerous. Energy goes mad around them. Things start happening at random and half the time they don't know they're causing it. It's common for Socerors and Demonologists to summon Chaos Demons than hold them captive

Quaraun paused and looked back at GhoulSpawn again.

"Are you a Sorcerer?"

"Kind of?"

"Kind of... question mark? You don't know?"

"My father was a sorcerer. I... I... I learned magic from him, but I... he... uh... he..."

"Killed Unicorns. You're father was evil, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. He's dead now. A group of wizards killed him. I think. I don't know. I'm trying to find him."

"The Guild?"

"I don't know. I wasn't very old. They burned all his books and scrolls and... they... we... they killed all his children too. I'm the only one who survived. My mother protected me. They spared me, because she was an Elf and they said I was young enough to not know what he was doing so I wouldn't be able to do the stuff he did."

"I'm sorry. The Guild has been killing a lot of wizards and their families. Usually without any real evidance to support their reasons."

"My father was evil. Nations rejoiced on his death."







"I'm sorry. Did he work with Chaos Demons?"

"Yeah."

"You don't know much about wizardry, do you?"

"Not really."

"Why Chaos Magic? Of all the things you could do, all the types of magic out there, why focus on Chaos Magic?"

"I'm good at it. Sort of. Not so much good at it. I'm trying to gain some control over it. Have less Chaos and more normalcy in my life."

Quaraun raised a questioning eyebrow, but didn't comment of this for a while. Instead he went back to deep thought.

"Is Chaos a problem for you?" He asked GhoulSpawn.

"Yeah."

"You know it is every time you show up that life for us goes to Hell, right?"

"I kind of noticed that. I'm sorry. I try to avoid people. It's why I can't stay married. Weird things start happening and she'll get scared and I just... I leave and don't go back. Let her have a life without my bad luck following her around. I hate being alone, but people get hurt whenever I'm near them. I'm not doing Chaos Magic to... I'm not doing what other Chaos Wizards do,.. I'm trying to stop it... find a cure so I can live with people and not have to be alone any more."

"You're welcomed to stay with us."

"I cause Chaos in your life."

Quaraun shrugged.

"I've got a Phooka here. I guarantee you can't cause as much Chaos in my life as he does. You're welcome to stay. Though I have no home and wander."

"Why is that?"

"Why do I wander? Never become famous. I can't stay any where long. Disciples, worshipers, and cultists follow me every where. And I'm wanted by the Guild, so wizard hunters are after my head. I wish I had a place to stay. A house to live in again would be nice..."

"That's bad, " ZooLock interrupted. "Why did you do that!"

"What? What did I do?"

"You're a wish granting wizard and you just said 'I wish'. Every time you say 'I wish' something bad happens."

"Oh dear. I do need to guard my words better. And I don't wish for this house."

"Did that erase your wish?" ZooLock said.

"I don't know, did it?"

"Hmm... that's a good question. There's no way to be sure, to be honest."

"Implying everything else you said was a lie?" Quaraun pointed out. 

Quaraun turned to GhoulSpawn.

"You keep trying to lie to me."

"What?" The remark caught GhoulSpawn off guard.

"No one who is telling the truth, ends a sentence with 'to be honest'. It means every thing else you said was a lie."

"I don't lie," GhoulSpawn hung his head in shame. "That's kind of my problem I can't lie."

"I've noticed. You keep trying to lie and you act like someone's cast a spell on you that prevents you from lying and you just blurt out the truth while trying to lie."

"Yeah, something like that," GhoulSpawn said quietly.

"What happened?"

"To what?"

"Why can't you lie?"

"I... uhm... well... it... I ..."

"GhoulSpawn... why are you trying to lie about why you can't lie?"

"I don't know."

"You're trying to hide something from me, aren't you?"

GhoulSpawn didn't answer.



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Just there there was a sound at the door. The sound of someone coming home. Coming home to find that there were four very strange men, siting in their front parllor, uninvited. After a few moments of clattering at the door, the jingling of keys and scraping of shoes, the voices of to elderly women could be heard.

"It's already open."

"What's popping?"

"Not popping. Open."

"What?" Screamed the old woman.

"Open."

"Who's doping?"

"No not...Never mind. You forgot the lock the door again."

"Who let a whore in?"

"No. The door."

"What whore?"

"No, the lock."

"Mr. Spock? Who's Mr. Spock? I don't know any one named Spock."

"Look, someone unlocked it without a key."

"On birds knees?" The deaf woman yelled.

"No. I said, without a key."

A few moments of silence passed, followed by more scuffling noises at the door.

"Magic," whispered one old lady to the other.

"What'd ya say?" the other yelled loudly. "Talk louder. I'm deaf ya know."

"Perhaps I could help," Quaraun said as he opened the door.

Both women screamed from fright.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our house?" Demanded the younger of the two. By younger, she was about 80 years old.

"Is that Mr. Spock?" said the deaf woman who was closer to 90.

"I'm sorry for the intrusion. It was raining and there was no place else to seek shelter from the storm. Plus the water was inciting me to drown myself and I thought it would be nice to meet the witch who cast the spell on the pond."

The two women chattered between themselves.

The younger turned back to Quaraun.

"Are you a wizard?"

"Yes. We all are. All four of us."

"The water compelled you?"



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"Yes."

"All four of you or just you?"

"Just me," Quaraun said.

"How very strange. Did you hear sister? The water compelled him."

"How did he get in our house?"

"How did you get in our house?"

"We just..." Quaraun started to answer. "Uhm.... I think I wished us here. I'm not sure how we got inside. I don't remember coming in, actually."

"How did you even see our house?"

"I'm sorry?" Quaraun did not understand what they meant.

"No one ever sees our house."

"No one..." Quaraun was confused.

"No mortal ever sees our house."

"No man can see our house."

"No Human has ever seen our house."

"You are no mortal man."

"You are not Human."

"None of them is Human."

"Is it a goblin?"

"No it's an Elf."

"Are they all Elves?"

"No. Just this pink one."

"What are the others." 

"A Faerie and a Demon and another Demon."

"What type of Fae are you," one woman asked Unicorn.

"I is a Phooka," Unicorn answered.

"A Phooka."

"Then not a true Fae. A Water Demon."

"How interesting."

"An Elf with three Demons."

"And you say the pond compelled you?"

"Yes," Quaraun answered, looking at GhoulSpawn and not the old women. "There are two Elves here, one Faerie and one Demon."

"No. There is only one Elf and three Demons. I am Bean-Nighe and this is my sister Ben-Neeyah."

"Banshees," Unicorn whispered to Quaraun.

"We wash the blood stained garments of those about to die." 

"We died the childbirth." 

The two old women grabbed Quaraun and dragged him out of the house to Witch Pond. The others followed.

"We stay here are the mouth of the stream."

"Where the water empties into the pond."

 "And wash clean countless dead."

"Look out over the water."

"What do you see?"

Quaraun looked and saw the same pond they had seen before. Clear blue to it's center, somewhat swampy to it's edges. Lily pads on the road side, reeds and cattails in the low parts. A beaver dam blocking the flow of the stream. There was nothing unusual or remarkable about Witch Pond. It was like the thousands of other ponds that dotted the coast of Canada.

"I see a pond, no different from any other pond," Quaraun said.

"You are Faerie sighted, Necromancer. Close your eyes and look again."

"I never told you I was a Necromancer."

"But you are, aren't you?"

"Yes. I am."

"The water would not have compelled you otherwise. There is a darkness in your soul. A darkness that comes only from Necromancy."

"I am not evil."

"No one can take the life of the innocent and use their souls to raise the dead, without blotting out a piece of their own soul. You have the blood of innocents on your hands. You have murdered children. Their souls scream for redemption. Close your eyes and look again. See the water as we see it. Know the truth."

Quaraun closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he gasped and took several quick steps back. The pond was gone, replaced by black brackish waters of a stagnant bog. A dense fog hung low over the surface. Dead trees, the bark long ago fallen away, their wood bleached white as bones, sunk into the mire. It was a creepy, gloomy, dreary scene, but the thing which made Quaraun gasped was the ghostly spirits pacing to and fro across the surface of the water. Their arms and legs in chains. As they reached the water's edge, each ghost reached out trying to grab hold of Quaraun and pull him into the bog.

"What are they?"

"The souls of the dead. Trapped between the realm of the living and the Swamp of Death. Look at how they reach for you. Listen to their words. Their screams. Their cries."

"Why are we back at the Swamp of Death? We escaped it."

"Have you walked through the Swamp of Death, Necromancer? Did you take your own life?"

Quaraun clamped his hand over his wrist. The memory of The Mournful Lamb Inn burned in his brain. He had tried to kill himself. He had sliced his wrists and almost died. Unicorn had saved him. Nursed him back to health. But he'd spent weeks lost in the Swamp of Death, wandering among the lost souls of suicide victims.

"One of you will die soon."

"What?"

"In a few days, one of the four of you will be dead."

"Who?" Quaraun asked.

"Many will die."

"Hundreds will die."

"Thousands will die."

"But one of you four, will be dead before the year is over."

On those final words the two Banshees, their house, and the soul filled bog all vanished and Witch Pond was back as they had found it.

"Quaraun?" Unicorn said, while shaking the Elf, trying to bring him out of his trance. "Quaraun!"

The Elf looked down at Unicorn.

"What just happened?" Unicorn asked.

"What?"

"Ya went all spaced out there for a minute."

"Where did the women go?"

"What women?"

"Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah."

"The Banshee sisters?"

"Yes."







"Is feeling alright, Quaraun?"

"What?"

"Ya was spaced out for quite a bit there."

"Where did the Banshees go?"

"What Banshees?"

"Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah."

Unicorn gave Quaraun a puzzled and worried look of concern.

"Has ya been seeing t'ings again?"

"You didn't see them?"

Unicorn shook his head.

Quaraun turned to ZooLock.

"Did you see them?"

"No, my lord. But I doubt nothing your ladyship sees."

"Did you?" Quaraun asked GhoulSpawn.

GhoulSpawn said nothing.

Quaraun looked around.

"Where are we?"

"At the church," Unicorn answered. "Big ass turtle chased us here, remembers?"

"We never left?"

"No. Did ya t'inks we had?"

"I don't know what I think any more."

Quaraun sat down and tried to make sense of what had just happened. He didn't think it was a dream, as he had not been asleep. Nor did he think it was the drugs, which admittingly did make him hallucinate, but usually he could tell afterwards what was real and what was the opium, plus he hadn't taken anything since yesterday and that had worn off hours ago.

"I don't know what's real and what isn't any more."

"Was a dream. They be very real some times."

"I wasn't asleep. Was I?"

"Not dat I saw."

"What happened to me?"

"Just now?"

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 "Ya kind of spaced out. Like no one was in ya head."

"Outer body experience?"

"What dat?"

"Like when I was lost in the Swamp of Death. Not dead, but... not in my body either."

"What ya see while ya was there?"

"We left the church and followed the path around the pond, until we came to a house. I stopped to look at the pond and something tried to pull me in, but there was nothing there. And it started raining so we went inside the house. No one was home, but we waited for them. Two old women, Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah arrived. You said they were Banshees and they agreed with you. They addressed me as an Elf and the rest of you as Demons. they said they died and were cursed to spend eternity washing the blood stained clothes of people about to die. And then every thing disappeared - the forest, the pond, the house... and a vast swamp, a peat bog, that spanned for miles, was all I could see. The Swamp of Death. And that's when I could see what was pulling me in the water..."

Quaraun stopped talking. A look of horror spread across his face.

"What was it?" Unicorn asked, seeing that the Elf would not finished what he was saying.

"Children. Murdered children. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. Wrapped in chains. Being sucked down into the mud. Drowning. They weren't trying to pull me in. They were trying to get me to pull them out. It was like the Swamp of Death... only worse... much worse. What have I done?"

"Did ya do somet'ing?"

"I cast a horrible spell. A long time ago. I forgot. Why did I forget?"

"Ya has a habit of blocking out the memories ya does no wants to see. Would nae be the first time ya forgot doing a horrible t'ing."

"So many souls."

"What did ya do?"

"I changed your spell. The Lich spell. I altered it. It's why you're different from other Liches. It takes a hundred years for a Lich to regenerate after they've been killed. They come back, but not quickly. But not you. You die. And you resurrect again in hours. Some times sooner."







"I had noticed. Ya never tells me how ya did that to me."

"I made a Golem out of ice, and I killed innocents to capture their souls inside the golem. As many souls as was put in you, that's how many times you can die and come back again."

"How many souls did ya put in me?"

"I don't know. Hundreds. Thousands. All the Moon Elves. All the Pixies. All the Katopas. All those children in Witch Pond, guarded by Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah."

"Ya murdered children?"

Quaraun did not answer.

"Why children? Ya love children."

"I murdered my own children. Why did I do that? I loved my children."

"Where ya children there? In the swamp?"

"They were the ones pulling me in."

"Quaraun, ya never left t'is building. Ya been right here with us. Ya seeing t'ings that is no t'ere again."

Quaraun fell silent for several minutes.







"Some one's casting a spell," he said at last.

"What kind of spell?" Unicorn asked.

"A big one. Big enough to get inside my head." Quaraun looked up at GhoulSpawn. "Are you a Psion?"

"A what?" GhoulSpawn was unfamiliar with that word, until earlier this evening when ZooLock had mentioned it. He still wasn't entirely certain what a Psion was.

"You're not a Psion. I can tell. And even if you were, I don't think you're a powerful enough wizard to pull off a spell of this scale."

Quaraun turned to ZooLock.

"Where were you going?" He asked the Thullid. "When we found you. You said you were travelling with others and they left you behind because you were old and weak and had gotten hurt. Where were you going and why?"

"We were to meet with a wizard who is summoning the Darkness."

"What does that mean? Summoning the Darkness?"

"An ancient Demon. We are going to call it forth to this world, then sacrifice it to our lord and savior. We will then drink his blood and eat his flesh, and he will rise again from his tomb."

"Since when did you become Christian?"

"Christian?"

"The only religion I know of that is barbaric and savage enough sacrifice it's god, eat his flesh, drink his blood, and then call him up from a tomb is the Christian religion of the Humans."







The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
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Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness

Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.

Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.

Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.

ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.


NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.



List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:

  • A Letter To Home
  • HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep
  • Highwaymen 
  • Another Letter To Home
  • Hellhounds
  • The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep
  • "I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn
  • A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies
  • The Pumpkins Are Following Us
  • A Third Letter To Home
  • The Abandoned Cathedral
  • A Piano Fell From The Sky
  • The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky
  • Night Terrors
  • "Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."
  • The Pregnant JellyFish
  • Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us
  • The Black Lighthouse
  • Strange Nightmares
  • Pumpkins Again
  • Food Fight In a Funeral Home
  • Shrimp Dinners 
  • The Sixth Letter To Home
  • The Fetishes of Phookas
  • A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"
  • A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future
  • He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)
  • ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2
  • Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners
  • The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of
  • Explosions From The Sea
  • A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse
  • The Blind Phooka
  • You Always See The Pony?
  • Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower
  • Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp
  • The Thullids Arrive In Town
  • Investigating Murder #5
  • ZooLock's Thullid Cultists
  • Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder
  • Murder #6 - The Real Murder
  • The First Try At Entering Black Tower
  • The Black Tower's Garden of Death
  • Elves In Chandeliers
  • Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy
  • The Train Station
  • Back At The Tavern
  • Mallac and The Murder Weapon
  • Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price
  • Why is there an elephant in my bed?
  • "Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"
  • Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)
  • Elwin
  • "My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"
  • The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef
  • Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children
  • Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
  • Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
  • The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
  • A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
  • Back At Black Tower
  • The Bottomless Pit
  • I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
  • Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
  • BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
  • The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish
  • The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
  • The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
  • Darkness Falls
  • Back To Black Tower Again
  • The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
  • On Board The VISION-D8
  • Elwin Again

(The End?)



Did You Know?

The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.

While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.

The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.

EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.



Who Is GhoulSpawn?

This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.

In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.

Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon. 

GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul". 

GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.

The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.

GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.

The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.

After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.

Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.

GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.

There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.

GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.

Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence. 

Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.

GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.

Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.

This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.


GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.

For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.

For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.

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Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?

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If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)








This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016



Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?

Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:






If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)








This novel was originally written on: 2014 - 2016

This page last updated on: June 17, 2017


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Writing Blind Characters

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Validation Is a Cult

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Open Strong, Stay Loud

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Where are the writers who love writing?

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Self-Publishing Success: Does Anyone Ever Succeed at Self-Publishing?

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Where To Get Writing Ideas?

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Writing What You Know Might Not Be What You Think It Is

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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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