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City of The Slushies | Chapter 1 | Quaraun The Insane (The PortCon Maine 2017 Novel)

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Quaraun found himself to be laying on his back in very cold, dry sand. He blinked, staring up at the blinding white sun overhead and tried to remember how it was he came to be laying on the ground. A dark shadow blocked out the sun. At first he couldn't make it out, but after his eyes adjusted to the light he realized it was Unicorn looking down at him.

"Where are we?" Quaraun asked.

"I knows not."

"Help me up."

Unicorn did as he was told and the pale Elf looked around trying to determine where they were. Miles of white sand was all he could see in every direction.

"We're in a desert," Quaraun said at last.

"A cold one," Unicorn agreed. "Good t'ing me have me furs."

"It looks like snow."

"No snow here. Far too cold. Will no snow in places of too much cold. Here." Unicorn handed Quaraun a large black bear skin. 

"What do I want with that?"

"To not freeze to death."

"It's black."

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"I only wear pink."

"Ya gonna freeze ya balls off for sake of fashion?"


"I does nah t'ink ya meant that."

"You know what I meant."

"Does ya ever listen to yarself when ya talk?"

"Do you ever listen to yourself when you destroy the Elven language?"

"Yis got difficult language to speak. If ya was no such a pompous jerk yi would speak a common tongue sos I would no has to try to speak to ya in yar dead language that only yis ever speaks."

"How the hell did we get in the desert?" Quaraun muttered to himself, completely ignoring everything Unicorn had just said.

"Perhaps Hell be the answer?"


"Clearly a portal got us."

"Yes. But which portal? To where? And how do we get back?"

Quaraun began pacing around in small frantic circles.

"Was we near Ghouly?" Unicorn asked. 

"I don't know. I can't remember where we were."

"Damn, GhoulSpawn un hims Hell dimensions. That what ya get for being friends with a Chaos Demon."



"There's sand in my shoes."

Quaraun sat down on the ground to pull off his shoes and dump out the sand.

"Ya un ya impractical shoes. Why ya no get boots?"

Quaraun was about to scream something at Unicorn, when an intricatly carved sandstone freize caught his eye.


"Now what? Ya got the attention span of a guppy. Can ya no stay on one topic for a full two minutes?"

The Moon Elf put his shoes back on, pulled himself up with his cane and went to get a closer look at the frieze half buried in the sand.

"It's a road!" Quaraun said as he brushed the sand away. "A very fancy road. That means there's civilization around here somewhere. Civilization that appreciates art."

"Civilization that may be dead. That road nay look very used."

"Which way does it go?"

"Ya want to follow a dead path?"

"I'm a Necromancer. Apparently I like dead things. I like you don't I?"

Quaraun looked back and forth trying to determine the correct direction to follow.

"Yis suggesting we go on this road?"


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"Why would we do that?"

"We're in a desert, Unicorn. Deserts are dangerous. And a desert this cold at high noon, is going to be sub zero by night fall. We need to find shelter before it gets dark."

Quaraun and Unicorn followed the carved sandstone frieze road for many miles and many hours, before coming to small oasis of sandstone cliff, surrounding a small city of buildings carved from even more sandstone. There wasn't much in the way of vegetation and there was no water source that either Quaraun or Unicorn could see. The city did not appear to have much, save one large church building at it's center. Like every other building in the city, the church was made of sandstone, with friezes carved all around.

"They sure do like colour," Unicorn said.

Each building was nearly invisible, blending into it's surroundings, and looking from a distance like a pile of sandstone rocks. With the lone exception of the brightly painted doors and window shutters. All colours of the rainbow. Some in brilliant red, some in bursting orange, some in blinding yellow. Each building with one colour, save the church which had all 8 colours painted on it's front doors. Too each side of the church was eight tall stained glass windows. Each on a different colour.

"They gots themselves a rainbow church."

"I'm gonna guess this is a theocracy," Quaraun said.

"What makes ya says that?"

"A city made of tiny hovels. No sign of businesses or shops. Nothing that says political buildings or royalty. Just a giant church smack dab in the center of the city. That screams theocracy. Reminds me of the DiJinn. Their city was like this. Looked a lot like this in fact. Middle of a desert and everything."

Quaraun and Unicorn made their way into the city.

"Look at the people," Unicorn said.

"I am. This is strange."

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Every person in the city was dressed in a single solid colour. Eight colours. But no more then one colour per person. And people of each colour were wandering the streets in small groups, while avoiding all other colours. Men, women, and children, dressed in red, stayed with others who were also dressed in red and avoided all those dressed in blue and green. Every one dressed in blue, spoke only to others dressed in blue and snubbed their noses at every one dressed in yellow and purple.

"It appears," Quaraun said. "That the people dressed in orange, live in the houses with the orange doors and are shunning every one not orange. As is each other person of each other colour. Racism based on fashion colours."

"Well, I see people wearing pink and gots pink houses. Looks like this be city for ya then, eh? You with ya ooooh, ca'na wear black wid me pink, oh no, rather freeze me balls off."

"You don't have to deal with over sized balls getting in your way."

"Yeah, that'd be because I wear pants."

Quaraun looked down at Unicorn's hakama.

"Those are hardly pants. My skirts aren't half as wide as each of your pant legs."

"Quaraun. Me point was yar were refusing to wear a black coat over ya pink dress, because it were no pink and ya refuses to wear anything that is no pink. And wid balls the size of yars ya should want to keep them warm other wise they will freeze and fall off."

As usual Quaraun was lost in his own thoughts and not listening to a word Unicorn was saying.

"This is fascinating. Would be nice if I didn't hurt so much. I could enjoy it more."

"Yis hurting again?"


"What hurt now?"

"Stomach cramps. Headache. Bloating. Sensative breasts. Sensative testicles. And a penis that wants to drip blood because I don't have a damed vagina, which apparently I was supposed to have, instead of these things hanging between my legs."

"Yis regretting being born with male genatilia?"

"No. I'm regretting being born with female hormones that are disrupting my male genitalia. I would like to have normal male genitalia. I would like to not have a small penis. I would like to not have big balls. I would like to not have breasts. I would like to not have ovaries trying to kick their way out of my stomach right now!"

"Ah! Yis hallucinating again. Gotcha."

"I am not hallucinating."

"Ya does no ovaries Quaraun. I do no know wheres ya got that idea from."

"I have a jellyfish eating me brain."

"Well, I will agree wid that one. There does be a jellyfish in ya head, sucking all de logic out of ye brain."

As was typical for Quaraun he was feeling muscle cramps on the exertion of having walked so briskly for so long a period. Now that he'd stopped walking a tremor in his hands and cramps in his side reminded him that he'd not stopped to rest for many hours. For some reason, in recent weeks, Quaraun had come to the conclusion that these reoccurring cramps was caused by his having ovaries, something that could neither be proved or disproved and since no one could disprove it he had run with the idea and was now currently convinced he also had PMS, which also could not be proven.

Unicorn was used to Quaraun's wild drug induced imagination running away with him, but he was having a difficult time wrapping his mind around this current obsession of Quaraun's. The muscle cramps were real, the pain was real, and Quaraun was at his wits end to find a cause for his discomfort, that Unicorn could not deny. He just couldn't agree with Quaraun's current belief that he had ovaries causing the trouble.

The tremor made it quite difficult for Quaraun to grip his cane, which he quickly dropped. The poor Elf stood staring down at his cane, wondering if he dared risk bending down to pick it up or not. He was feeling light headed and dizzy and was contemplating if bending down would result in his passing out.

A woman, dressed all in pink, walking by, saw this and stopped.

"You're disabled," the pink clothed woman said very matter of factly.

"Yes," Quaraun answered. "I am. I try not to be. It's not always easy to hide."

The woman bent down and picked up the cane.

"You okay?" she asked as she handed the Elf his cane back.

"I fear I over exhurted myself. I did too much too fast. I need a place to rest. I'll be fine once I've rested."

"You're a man!"

"I... yes."

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"Why you dressed like a woman?"

Quaraun looked down at his bright pink, beaded ball gown.

"I look good in this dress."

"Yes. You do... but, you're a man!"


"You don't look like one."

"I know."

"Why are you trying to look like a woman?"

"I'm not."

"Are you one of of those men, trying to become a woman."

"No. That'd be easier explain."

"What are you?"

"I'm an Elf."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. Hermaphrodite, I believe, would be the easiest thing for you to understand, though it's not quite accurate. I'm not really either male or female. Intersexual, I suppose is a better way to describe it."

"You mean you got both male and female genitilia?"

"Something like that. I'm aparently a chimera. Twins that fused together in the womb and became one person, neither male nor female."

"Oh. So you're a freak."

Quaraun sighed. He hated having to try to explain his lack of clearly defind gender to people. He identified as male because he had a penis and testicles and a deep voice, but his bone structure was small and feminine, his facial features were feminie, and he possessed small pubesiant looking breasts, requiring his wearing of support brassier. It was often easier to just say he was a transvestite and leave it at that, but that was not entirly true. He didn't know what he was or where he fit in, he'd never encountered anyone else with his deformities, but the fact that he had fathered children in the past and doubted he had the ability to get pregnant, given he lacked a vagina, had him identifying as male in spite of his looking female.

"Yes. I'm a freak," Quaraun said to the woman. "I have a dick that's always in my way and right now I've got ovaries, trying to kick their way out of my stomach. I get PMS worse then women do, because you have a vagina to expel it from and I don't. I'm not supposed to have a bleeding penis, but I do, which probably wouldn't be half as bad if I had a normal sized penis, which I don't."

"Ya penis is not bleeding Quaraun..." Unicorn tried to say, but Quaraun wasn't listening.

Unicorn wished very much that the woman had not commented on Quaraun's ambiguous gender. He knew the Elf could rant about his gender confusion for hours on end. This recent addition of Quaraun's now believing he had ovaries and was suffering from PMS had only made his ranting worse.

"I have a small micro penis which doesn't want to function properly. Though I have a normal sized foreskin. It's like putting a dagger inside a sword sheath! Try to find my small penis inside of my foreskin! You can't!"

"I can," Unicorn said. 

"All of which is compounded," Quaraun continued, ignoring Unicorn.  "By the fact that my testicles are twice the size they should be. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to walk with these things hanging down between my legs, knocking together and getting in my way while I'm trying to walk. They are too heavy. It hurts the have then hang down loose..."

"Yis need ya chastity cage put back on then, eh?"

"Yes! I do. It holds them up against my body and keeps them from swinging around all the time," Quaraun answered Unicorn then went back to adressing the woman. "And on top of that right now I feel like I've kicked in the stomach. I hurt like hell. And I'm not supposed to have breasts, but hey, once a month I do, and that would be right now."

The villager was staring at Quaraun as if he was bomb about to explode.

"Ya done having hissy fit?" Unicorn asked.

"There's a garden over there." The woman pointed to the church. "Slush Master Bazooloo of the 8 Arms always welcomes the sick and weiry. You'll be welcomed there. His bubblegum slushies will do wonders for you."

"Bubblegum slushies?"

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"Yes. Good for what alies you."

"What's a bubblegum slushie?"

"You don't know!" The woman gasped, horrified.

"I'm a stranger here. We've come from, quite afar. I think. I'm not sure. Apparently GhoulSpawn did something to us... again. He's most bumbling wizard I've ever met..."

"Ah, that because ya never met yaself," Unicorn said. "I must introduce ya to yarself sometime. Especially when yis on LSD."

The woman looked wide eyed out into the desert.

"You mean you came from out there?"

"Yes. I'm afraid we're lost."

"You were not eaten by the sand sharks?"

"The what?"

""And the Slush Maids did not get you?"

"What's a Slush Maid?"

"You don't know?"

"No. I don't. I told you we are strangers here."

"Then you must go to Bazooloo at once."


"Yes. He'll know what to do. The Slush Master knows all."

"What is slush master?" Unicorn asked.

The woman faced Unicorn for the first time then fell back and gasped.

"You are not wearing one of the 8 colours!"

"Eight colours?" Unicorn looked down at his black hakama and black silk kimono, over which he was wearing a black fur cloak. "I wear black."

"The colour of sin," the woman gasped. Her fear could not be masked.

"What wrong wid wearing black?"

The woman turned and walked quickly away without answering.

"That was strange," Quaraun said. "I suppose we should go see Bazooloo."

"Baaaa-zzooooo-loo?" Unicorn said, mulling over the name. "That does no sound of Human name."

"You know you could have helped me," Quaraun said.

"Helped ya wid what?"

"I dropped my cane."

"Aye. So?"

Quaraun shook his head.

"Forget it. Let's go visit Bazooloo."

"What for we do that?"

"So I can sit down before I fall down."

"Is ya not well?"

"Portal travel, does things to me. Especially when it's unplanned and unexpected. Gravity and my balls don't like each other."

"What me to cage 'em up?"

"Yes. Please."

"Any ideas where we is yet?"

"No. And Bazooloo is a Thullid name."

Quaraun walked off, leaving Unicorn by himself. Seeing that he'd been left alone, Unicorn quickly turned into a Unicorn and trotted after the Pink Necromancer.

"I wish ya would no leave me behind like that," Unicorn said as he caught back up to Quaraun.

"My leg hurts. I can't stand still for long. Too much pressure on my hip. I expect you to follow me. You usually do. Why didn't you this time?"

"I was thinking."

"About what?"

"About Bazooloo."

"What of him?"

"This is Human village."

"It looks to be, yes."

"What for they have Thullid priest?"

"Good question. Let's find out."

Quaraun stopped walking and looked up at the church. It was made of the same sandstone as everything else in this town was. The friezes on this building were carved with jellyfish, octopus, and squid. Tentacles and ocean waves melded and merged in the design.

"Definitely a Thullid," Quaraun said.

"Look," Unicorn pointed towards the garden beside the church. "Place for me Elf to sit."

"Indeed. Let's sit."

"There are flowers here," Quaraun said. "That's odd."

"How so?"

"We just came through many miles of ice cold desert. Not a plant in sight. And none anywhere else in this village. I believe the air is warmer here as well."

"Probably, underground hot springs."

Quaraun looked up at the tall church beside them.

"Probably why they built the church here. Life giving water in the desert. That can't be good."

"Life giving water in desert is no good?"

"No. The fact that there is a church sitting on top of the only source of water. That can't be good. A religion controlling the water source? Religions can't be trusted. Especially not Thullid religions."

"Says a Thullid priest."

"I haven't been a priest in years. Decades. Centuries."

"Yis renounced ya religion, then, eh?"

"I'm not exactly living my religion any more, Unicorn."

"Aye. Ya likes being fucked too much."

"Put the chastity cage back on me."



"We is in public."

"You can do it without fully exposing me to the world, can't you?"


"Then do it. I'm sick of trying to walk with my balls swinging around."

Unicorn did as he was asked.

"You know if I never meet you I'd still be a virgin."

"Yi had wife."

"That was an arranged marriage, that my father only arranged because I was with you."

"Ya was with BoomFuzzy."

"You are BoomFuzzy."

"Am I?"

"Unicorn don't start this again."

"Hello strangers."

Quaraun and Unicorn's argument was interupted by a Squid headed priest with eight long purple tentecles. The Thullid was wearing rainbow striped robed which matched the pattern on the front door of the church.

"May I help you?" He asked.

"Bazooloo?" Quaraun asked.

"Yes. May I help you?"

"We are lost. And tired. In need of rest. And thirsty. A woman from your village told us to come here and ask for Bazooloo."

"Well, you have found him. Am I correct in assume I am adressing a DiJinn?"

"I am a wizard of the DiJinn order, yes."

"What's a DiJinn doing way out here?"

"What's a Thullid priest doing in a Human village?"

"What's an Elf and a Faerie doing in a Human village?"

"I already told you. We are lost. This was the first hint of civilization we could find."

"As it was with me. Be warned strangers... people who find themselves lost here... never leave."

"You are trapped here?"


"And where is here exactly?"

"This, my friends, is the City of the Slushies."

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Eye of the GrigoriIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.
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If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death.

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.


If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Volume 59: The City of the Slushies

Quaraun and Unicorn wake up in a frozen desert, with no knowledge of where they are and memory of how they got there.

Assuming that they have once again been sucked out of their own time and space by yet another of GhoulSpawn's unstable portals, the two wizards set off to find a way back home, and come across a strange isolated Human city, where a squid-headed priest controls all the water sources, forcing people to worship his god or die of thirst.

Slush Master Bazooloo of the 8 Arms has brainwashed the citizens to depend upon the magical properties of the life giving slushies. Generations have passed since the last Human saw a natural water source, and with Bazooloo handing out Slushies only to those he deems worthy of living, the citizens have divided off into sects, each controlled by their devotion to one flavour of slushie.

When Unicorn shows the people how to make their own slushies and introducing new never before seen flavors, disrupting the belief in the mythical 9th flavour, he is seen by some as the Slush God whose coming was foretold and by others as a heretic sent by the evil Slush Maid to destroy Bazooloo's reign.

We interrupt this novel to bring you: Twerking Dragons! (Twerking Dragons, coming soon to a City of Slush near you.)

These are not finalized chapters.

What you are seeing here is the unedited first draft as it is being written. The published version may be vastly different.

Expect what is seen here to change, be added to, and expanded upon during the editing and revision process.

Some parts may read awkward, as a simple sentence may be being used as a "place card" for an entire scene. The sentence will later be changed to a full scene in the published version.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Fire and Pearls by Brett Pierce

The premise of this story was created in a brainstorm session workshop at PortCon Maine 2017, in a panel called "Foundations of Worldbuilding" by Brett Pierce.

A group of about 60 people collaborated to create the basic structure on which this story was built.

Thank you to everyone who was part of this workshop and helped to create this portal world for Quaraun and Unicorn to visit!

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I was in a 1-hour writing workshop last month and we were given the challenge to write a story based of a set of ideas that the group made together. The idea was to come up with a theocracy that was not evil and did not involve the worship of a deity.

In the end, we agreed to write this:

  1. A Fantasy set in an isolated city in a frozen desert, where the people worship slushies, and the leader is a slushie seller who has been elevated to god-statues by the people due to their belief that magic slushies are sacred objects. While the Slush Master himself rules his theocracy peacefully, the members themselves have divided off into sects, each sect worshiping a different flavour slushie and shunning anyone who worships any other flavour. 8 flavours exist, but a mythical 9th flavour is said to soon be coming to save humanity. People in the surrounding countries refuse to do business with them, believing them to be insane, resulting in their complete and total lack of any trade or merchants.

I don't know if anyone else in the group has actually gone on to write a story based off this idea or not, but me, I'm 7 chapters into writing a novel based off this idea. It's fun to write because it goes against a lot of the norms you see in a fantasy theocracy. 

The world I'm dropping the story into is one I've already got several volumes published for.

The government system of the region is basically a group of wealthy, pompous bigot magic users (think, Ku Klux Klan, if they were Elf Wizards) who've declared every one who practices any form of magic (and you'd be surprised what they consider "magic" to be - like 1500s witch hunters they can "see" "magic" in everything, so long as it serves their purpose) without their permission, to be a traitor and must be executed. They started out as a wizarding guild, but then they killed off all the other guilds are are the only guild left (thus people refer to them simply as "The Guild"), they went on to over throw the government (a quasi-clanish-tribal-monarchy system) and declare themselves the law of the land.

I'm not sure what type of government you would call it - it's kind of like gangsters of the 1920s, where big bullies who can out bully the other bullies end up in power. Basically they are a gang style terrorist group that is slowly taking over all the governments.

They rule things similar to the Vogan in Hitchhiker's Guide, where they have documents and papers for everything and won't allow anyone to make a move without long lists of paperwork approvals and people who don't get the proper permits for something are executed. They are kind of terrorist/gangster/bureaucrats who are Elf wizards and basically want all none Elves dead ad all wizards who are not them dead because they don't want the competition.

So, tossing a wacky slushie worshiping theocracy into the mix... I don't know how the Guild is gonna react to that. They are used to overthrowing small "tribal" monarchies (not medieval style monarchies of kings in castles; rather I based them off the small clan kings of ancient pre-Celtic Scotland, which were very tribal). This'll be my first time writing them vs a theocracy and it ain't a traditional theocracy.

I have no plot, plan, or outline so no clue how this story is gonna end up going.

okay.... so according to this: (see image embedded below)

what I just described is a type of government known as a "Junta"

Junta: A group that takes control of the state after overthrowing the government by force.

Cool. Now I have a name for what type of government The Guild is.

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Yaoi Madlibs

Tatas GTFO

The REAL Hentai

Your First RolePlaying Game

Back To Riverdale

Mark Out, StoryTelling In Wrestling

Geek Jeopardy

Show Don't Tell

From Your Brain To Amazon

Undertale: The Panel I Walked Out Of

Character Creation

Gender @ Con

Lolita Fashion 101

J-Fashion 101

Costume Makeup on a Budget

Comic Universes & You

MACE'S "So I have a CosPlay, now what?"

LGBT in Anime - a Ranting Review on Why This Panel Pissed Me Off (the only bad review you'll find here)

PortCon 2017 Vlogs

Pre-Con Prep Vlogs

Day 1 Vlogs

Day 2 Vlogs

Day 3 Vlogs

Day 4 Vlogs

Thoughts After The Con Vlogs

General Issues & Experiences
While At PortCon 2017

On being a handicapped CosPlayer

My encounter with a guy who thinks girl gamers know nothing

Things That Can't Be Unseen - The panel I did not attend and why

Hatoful Boyfriend Comes To PortCon! YAY! & Why I Did Not Attend The Panel About My Favorite Game :(

PortCon Goes Green: A Cup Free Event

Crowd Control Issues - The Mob At The Garage Sale Opening, and The Extreme Safety Issues It Caused

Transgender in Maine: A Comparison Of How Two of Maine's Largest Hotels Have Treated Me: Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach vs The Hotel Manager Who Helps a TransPerson Injured At His Hotel

Life With The Paranormal: Uhm... yeah...about that...

CosPlaying Quaraun & BoomFuzzy
PortCon 2017 Edition

Quaraun the Insane CosPlay - PortCon 2017 Edition

BoomFuzzy the Unicorn CosPlay - PortCon 2017 Edition

PortCon Novels:

The City of the Slushies:

PortCon 2017 Inspires A Brand New Quaraun Novel

The City of the Slushies Chapter Index

Flamboyant Nipples

PortCon 2017 Helps To Flesh Out A Quaraun Novel-in-Progress

Flamboyant Nipples Chapter Index