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Maine author, artist, Voodoo Priestess, Gypsy Queen, and art car designer:

EelKat Wendy Christine Allen

Chances are high, I'm the most famous person, you'll ever meet.

I am EelKat

The REAL Gypsy Witch Stephen King based his Thinner Gypsy witch off of

and owner of the REAL World's Most Haunted car,

the car Stephen King based his fictional Christine off of,

My family, we are the Gypsies you see in The Thinner, the movie was filmed on my farm,

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We are the Gypsies of Old Orchard Beach, Saco, Biddeford, Scarborough, Wells, Kennebunk, Sanford, Bangor, and Palmyra, Maine.


This website started in 1996 and is updated, edited, and added to daily. (NOTE do keep in mind since the April 10, 2015 murder of my children, this site is no longer updated daily, and very few new writing articles are added any more - since 2015 updates have been about weekly and usually are about the continued ongoing investigation into the murder of my family.) 

As of 2021 it has more than 10,000 pages. However, only around 2,000 pages are indexed by search engines (robot blockers and/or passwords, prevent the rest from being findable by Google/Bing/Yahoo/etc.). Around 8,000 pages can only be accessed by clicking on direct links to them. The links are found on other pages on this site. Confusing? Perhaps. But whenever one of those difficult to find 8,000 pages gets traffic, I know that you are VERY dedicated in reading what I wrote or doing some stalker level digging to reach those search engine inaccessible pages and I'd rather not waste my time writing stuff for uninterested parties, plus it's fascinating to see how deep some people are willing dig to find every last word I wrote.

I published my first novel in 1978. Since then I have published 138 novels, 30 non-fiction books, 2,000+ short stories, a dozen plays, a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck comics, a few dozen novellas, and 10,000+ non-fiction articles.

I am asexual and famous for 4 decades of writing 100% sexless stories, laced in extreme blood-gore-and-violence. But in spite of that, in recent years, most people classify me as an Erotica author. I don't know why, as I've never written Erotica or even any sex scenes, and as I am a nun, raised as such from the age of 3, I wouldn't even know how to write sex or Erotica. If you came here looking for sex, BDSM, Erotica, or Dominatrix's, please return to whomever sent you and tell them to burn in Hell where their immoral ass belongs. Also, do tell me their name so I can put a curse on them, so they will never enjoy sex ever again, to punish them for spreading lies about me and connecting my name to anything related to sex at all. I find sex vile and despicable and want no part of your perverse degradation near me.

All of my fiction works are about Alien Elf Wizards who live in Old Orchard Beach, Maine. All of my non-fiction works are about the history of Maine, it's Gypsy Clans, and most especially Old Orchard Beach the town which was settled and founded by my family.

Most of these pages answer reader questions on the worldbuilding, character creating, plotting, writing, editing, and publishing process of my work. 

Others are on the history of my people, The Gypsies of Maine, our culture, our lifestyle, our cars, and our religion.

The rest of the pages are daily updates of the terrorist attacks by Maine's White Supremacists on my non-white family, including updates of the FBI investigation of the April 10, 2015 murder of my children.




IMPORTANT UPDATE:

Due to the murder of my family and the resulting court cases, police investigations, and FBI investigations, I no longer have time to daily update this website.

Likewise ALL novel, short story, and article writing projects are on hiatus.

All book releases, book signings, workshops, and convention appearances for 2015 (and unknown amount of time after) are on hold while the murder investigation of my family is ongoing.

Writing advice for the worldbuilding, character creation, and other writing how to articles are on hold.

From now on, the bulk of updates here will be about the investigation into the murder of my family.

No, NOT just THIS author website, not JUST the EelKat pename, not just self published books: ALL 15 (fifteen) of my penames are on hiatus, that includes traditional published books as well, newspaper reporting jobs, editing jobs, my work for Harlequin Romance Novels, my work for Disney... EVERYTHING is on hiatus. Every publishing house I work for, every series I write, every penname I write under: they are ALL on hiatus, ALL projects.

There is NOTHING being published under ANY penname, not for ANY series, not for ANY publisher, from 2015 onward. EVERYTHING is on hold due to the murder of my family. I do not know when or even if, any of the projects will be restarted or finished.

Yes, BOTH the magazines I owned are indefinitely shut down because of this as well, with no plans for either magazine to return. The publishing house I own is also closed to submissions from now on, we will no longer be publishing anything. It is unlikely we will reopen the publishing house either.

All book signing tours, workshops, letures, PAX events, ComicCon events, carnival/festival/state fair/car show events are also canceled. I will not be attending ANY of them. If a venue still has my name listed as a guest/speaker/etc it is because they've not yet removed it. I WILL NOT be there, no matter where it is! 

EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, IS CANCELED!

The ONLY thing continuing from this point on, is THIS website, where I'll post updates on the murder investigation, hopefully every week, but, you know how it is when 10 members of your family are beheaded, it's kind of difficult to have a schedule for anything anymore.

April 10, 2015 my 12 children were kidnapped,
from 146 Portland Ave. Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

May 15, 2015, ten of their heads were nailed to my door.

Do you have information?

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the 
Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the case.

If you have information about the April 10, 2015 murder of my family 
or any of the attacks on our home and relatives, give it to him not me.
He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 











The Journey Begins:

Chapter ??

The Enchanted Map

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free sample chapter to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet edited. The published print edition may be different.)



The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 4 of 130

The Journey Begins:

Chapter ??

The Enchanted Map

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free sample chapter to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)


Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?


You can Find out more about the main characters here:


Please note, this site is the Home Site for The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer aka The Quaraun Series.

The Quaraun series is a set of 130 Fantasy novels about a suicidal, drug addicted, serial killing, transvestite wizard.

Due to the content of the books, you must be 18 or older to buy them and they are sold under M18+ ratings in countries that require book ratings on the cover.

Most pages on EelKat.com are either sample chapters from these Dark Fantasy Yaoi novels or how-to advice and Q&As about writing Dark Fantasy Bizarro Yaoi, and thus many pages feature mention of suicide, drug use, cutting, depression, BDSM fetishes especially CBT, schizophrenia, ritual murder, and thus many pages are probably NSFW.

Reader discretion is advised.















The Journey Begins

 is

a short Novel of only 100,000 words

(fewer than 180 paperback pages)

This chapter is...

Word count: 2,326

or

8 paperback pages.




The Journey Begins:

Chapter ??

The Enchanted Map


(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free sample chapter to read online)

(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel, yet. You are seeing the pre-publication draft edition of it here, which is not yet fully edited. The published print edition may be different.)

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The trio had been walking most of the day. Quaraun, having walked more or less around the entire globe and back several times now, was used to endless walking, but he new companions, never having taken up life on the road before, were finding it difficult to keep up with the High Elf's steady pace. The first few weeks of travel, he had slowed down so they could keep up, but now he was lost in his head, thinking his usual dark and morbid thoughts of death, dying, and suicide and was no more paying attention to his companions, thus Quaraun once again had picked up his usually brisk pace and BeaLuna and Bullgaar found themselves falling behind.

"Quaraun!" BeaLuna called ot. "Wait up! Quaraun!"

"He's not listening," Bullgaar said.

"I can see that," the Gnome said. "QUARAUN!" She yelled even louder.

Quaraun stop walking, pricked up his foot long ears and listened to the air.

"Finally!" BeaLuna said as she ran to catch up with the Moon Elf. "I've been trying to get your attention for the last half hour. Do you have any idea..."

"Shut up," Quaraun snapped. "I'm trying to listen."

"Listen? To what? You certainly ain't been listening to me, that's for sure. I've never seen any one so damned self-absorbed..."

"I'm an Elf. I don't have time for your emotional pitter patter...."

"Emotional pitter patter? Quaraun, you are the most arrogant, self-righteous, unemotional..."

"I'm an Elf. Get used to it. Now shut up!"

"I most certainly will not shut up! Just because you're an Elf doesn't give you the right..."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

BeaLuna immediately stopped talking. She and Quaraun had grown up together, but it had been many years since they had last seen each other. As a child, he had been a shy, quiet, timid little boy who never raised his voice to any one. Even as a young adult he had been that way. But that was 300 years ago. Quaraun was a much older, middle aged Elf now, no longer the little Elfling she had been used to. He'd never yelled at her before. She had never heard him yell at any one before. She had not imagined he even could yell. So she was quite taken by by it now that he had yelled at her.

"You've changed," she said quietly.

"The whole world has changed, BeaLuna, or haven't you noticed?"

"You've become bitter. Angry. You didn't used to be like this."

"I used to have a family."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's getting late. We need to find a place to set up camp."

Quaraun began walking again. BeaLuna and Bullgaar followed, but remained silent now.

"Quaraun?" BeaLuna asked timidly.

"What?"

"Have you been alone this whole time?"

"Yes."

"But it's been 300 years."

"So?"

"That's a long time to be alone."

"It's not like any one cared."

"I did. I still do. I would have gone with you. But I didn't know where you went. You just ran off after... after... your wife, and your children, and your father, and the king, and the whole village. Everyone was dead and you... you ran off into the woods and... I couldn't find you."

"Did you try to?"

"Yeah. I did."

"From what I saw last week, it looked like you never left the village. You were still there when I came back after all. And you're a Gnome. How did you stay alive for 300 years?"

"I don't know."

"You haven't aged a day since I last saw you. Can you explain that."

"No."

"BeaLuna, you were standing in the exact same place, you were standing, the day everyone died."

"So?"

Quaraun stared down at the tiny Flower Gnome.

"So? I'm prone to hallucinations, and I haven't seen anything to indicate to me that you are anything other than a figment of my imagination."

"Bullgaar too?"

"Bullgaar too."

"So people have called you insane so often now that you've started to believe it?"

"I'm an outcast Elf. Do you even know what that means?"

"You've been cut out the hive mind. You can't mentally communicate with other Elves any more."

"I'm alone inside my body, the same way a Human is now and I hate it. I've been cut out of Elf society and no one cares."

"I care."

"You've yet to convince me you're real."

"And you've yet to convince me you're evil."

"I'm a Necromancer."

"Who's dressed like a pink prostitute."

"Will you stop complaining about my clothes."

"The only thing I've ever seen you resurrect are roses."

"I like roses."

"Yeah. You always did."

"Well you stop following me."

"No."

"Why?"

"I haven't seen you in 300 years. We used to be best friends. You used to tak to me."

"I'm talking to right now aren't I?"

"This is not the same, Quaraun, and you know it. You used to tell me everything."

"And you used to tell my father everything I said."

BeaLuna stepped back. Quaraun's anger was flaring, and grew worse at the mention of his father.

Quaraun stomped off angrily, but once again stopped abruptly, twitching his ears and listening.

"What do you keep hearing?"

"I don't know."

Quaraun looked back behind them, staring down the road. Then looked ahead of them.

"I feel like someone is following us."

BeaLuna also looked up and down the road, but the road of fairly straight and quite a long distance of absolutly no one on the road, could be seen in either direction.

"I don't see anyone."

"Niether do I. But I heard someone."

"Well, you got ears like a rabbit. You can hear stuff from a few miles away, can't you?"

"Yes. But I can also tell distance and... it was close. Very close." 

Quaraun looked out into the forest. Blueberry fields, scattered with young pines and oaks, lay to the West. To the East was a cliff that tumbled down into a ravine, before ambling off into the ocean not far away.

"Could be a bear," BeaLuna said. "Right time of year for it. Bear like blueberries."

"Yes. Could be a bear," Quaraun agreed.

The Elf started walking again and his two companions followed him. Quaraun once again pulled his map out of his bag and began reading it while he walked.

"Does that thing really change to tell us where we are?" BeaLuna asked.

"It's supposed to, but it's not working right now."

"What's it doing?"

He stopped and showed it to her. The enchanted map was an ancient brown scrap of crumbling paper. The map itself was drawn out in what looked to be crayons, and was very childish, as though drawn by a toddler. A long road spanned ahead and behind, exactly as was the road on which they stood. Cerulean blue crayon waves scribbled their way back and forth across the East side of the map, water splashing up out of the paper, as each wave drew itself anew. To the West big cartoon blueberry stick men ran back and forth, while yelling: "Eat me!" 

"Uhm... the blueberries are talking," BeaLuna said.

"Yes, whenever food shows up, it starts yelling 'Eat me!' to let us know we are near food. The Elf Eater liked food and he designed the map to show him whenever food was nearby. He almost starved to death one winter, as a child, and he became obsessed with food as a result. He's quite a good chef actually."

"You, sound like you know him."

"I did know him. I like him. Quite a lot actually. I rather wish he was here."

"Quaraun, don't go making wishes, again."



Hamsa
Eye of The Grigoi
Eye of the Watchers
Eye of God
Hand of God
Eye of Protection
Evil Eye
Gypsy Curse


"Did I wish for something?"

"Yes you did."

"Oh dear. Why do I keep doing that."

"I don't know. Anybody else says 'I wish' and nothing happened. You say it and all hell breaks loose."

"I'm a DiJinn. It comes with the job. It's not just my wishes. It happens whenever I hear any one wish for something too."

"Can't you control it?"

"No. I don't even know how it is I do it. It just happens."

"It wouldn't be so bad if you got the wishes right for once."

"It's not like I try to make bad things happen. You don't know what it's like being a wish granting wizard and never knowing what's gonna happen when you grant someone's wish. Why do you think I avoid living around people. 'I wish' comes out of people's mouths all day long. Force of habit. And they never mean it."

"Well, why do you do it then."

"Do what?"

"You keep saying 'I wish' at the beginning of all your sentences and YOU of all people should know better then to do it!"

"I don't know. What did I wish for this time?"

"You wished for The Elf Eater of pepper Valley to be here."

"Did I? Oh dear."

"I mean, what is wrong with you? Why the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley of all people? He's a mass murdering bastard! Serial killing war lord. Serial rapist pervert. He kills people for the fun of it."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing he's dead," Bullgaar said.

"Bullgaar," BeaLuna chidded. "You don't understand. He's a Necromancer. If he wishes for a dead person to be here, they're gonna rise up from the grave and be here."

"That true?" Bullgaar asked Quaraun.

"Yeah."

Quaraun recalled that he had earlier wished the talk to BeaLuna, and she had suddenly showed up, exactly where it was he had last seen her, not looking a day older then the day... the day he had killed every one in his village. He tried to remember if she had been ome that day. She had lived next door. He couldn't remember. Hadn't BeaLuna died with everyone else?

And what about Bullgaar? Quaraun thought sure he had killed Bullgaar that night in the tavern, yet, here he was. Silent as a grave most of the time, but following Quaraun every where anyways.

Where they both dead? Had he somehow wished them back to life? 

Quaraun didn't know what to think.

BeaLuna went back to examining the map while Quaraun ran these thoughts through his head.

"So," BeaLuna finally said. "What's wrong with it? I mean, it looks like it is showing us exactly where it is we are."

"Look closer," Quaraun said, pointing to the place on the road that marked their position on the map.

BeaLuna looked at the enchanted map for a moment, at first not seeing what Quaraun meant, but then she saw it...

She looked up the road ahead of them. Then looked back behind them. Then looked back down at the map again. 

"It shows 4 people standing in the road."

"Yes."

"But there's only 3 of us."

"Exactly."

"Bullgaar look at this." 

BeaLuna handed the map to the half-Dwarf-half-Hill Giant.

After a bit of explaining, because because Bullgaar had not been listening, BeaLuna quickly got the Hill Giant Dwarf back up to speed.

"So, you're saying the map says someone is following us, but we can't see them?" Bullgaar asked.

"Yes," Quaraun answered. "That's exactly what the map is telling us."

"So, why can't we see them?"

BeaLuna didn't give Quaraun a chance to answer.

"Faeries," BeaLuna said, fear dripping from her voice. "Quaraun, are we in a Fae Forest?"

"Possibly."

Quaraun looked around at the not very tall trees. "Though it doesn't look like it. Fae like big trees. Old growth pines. Hundreds of feet tall. There's nothing like that around here. Can't be a tree over 30 feet tall for as far as I can see."

As Quaraun said this, a giant pine tree drew itself onto the map, but as no one was looking at the map just then, no one noticed.

"There's one," Bullgaar said, pointing to the road ahead.

Quaraun turned and looked to see what Bullgaar was pointing to. There not 20 yards ahead of them, stood a massive ancient pine tree, well over a hundred feet tall.

"That wasn't there a minute ago," Quaraun said.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. I'm an Elf. I would have noticed a tree like that. How curious."


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Volume 4: The Journey Begins

Picking up immediately where The Night of The Screaming Unicorn ends... Quaraun continues on his way to Inuvik, intending to kill himself once he arrives home, only to find that in his 300 year absence, a Human village has been built up over the remains of the decimated Moon Elf village.

Quaraun's sanity wavers more than ever, as he questions the reality of his two traveling companions, both of whom he is certain he murdered years ago. Quaraun decides to head back to the coast in search of the Unicorn, but can't shake the feeling he's being followed. 

BeLuna the Gnome, oddly still alive these 300 years after the destruction of the Moon Elf Village and still sitting in the exact same spot where Quaraun had left her 300 years ago, joins the Elf in his search for the Unicorn.

Annoyingly for Quaraun, BeLuna disappears whenever any one else is around and is nowhere to be found when he crosses paths with a gang of Elf hating drunk Dwarves and again when Orcs show up.

Wandering aimlessly through the forest, lost and now accompanied by a disappearing Gnome and a silent Dwarf, Quaraun is at a loss to explain who his companions are or why they are following him. Rumors that the serial killing Pink Necromancer is now travelling the countryside building an army of Gnomish Ghosts and Dwarven Zombies doesn't help matters any.

Things are not right with Quaraun's two new companions, and it takes an Undead Unicorn to show the Necromancer there are some things no one else can see.



TRIGGER WARNING:

This volume contains heavy use of suicide, cutting, and depression  references, including graphic on page descriptions of cutting and suicide attempts.

If you suffer from depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, or are easily upset by such things, it is highly recommended that you avoid reading any of this novel.

(Some of these free to read online sample chapters are NSFW)



The Journey Begins, is Part 2 of The Night of The Screaming Unicorn:

List of the currently available free to read online chapters:


Home Again



The Gnome That Refused To Stay Dead



Raped By The Mountain Dwarf



Alone Again



Bullgaar the Vulgar (NSFW)



The Dwarf's Wife



A Dwarf In The Night



Gnomes and Dwarves That Are Not There



The Enchanted Map



The Black Jaguar/The Phooka



The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley/That Bastard Murdered Me! Wait? Why Aren't I Dead?



The Double Dicked Unicorn



How To Properly Fuck an Elf



Humans For Dinner



Another Day, Another Town



Ooloff The Stupid



Oolong The Wise



Waiter, There's a Head In My Soup



The Orcs and The Necromancer (NSFW)



















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