EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author


UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


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Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.



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UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.


And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.


This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.


Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.








April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.




#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...


#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 


Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.


NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 



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Fantasy Worldbuilding For Novelists




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Travel & World Size  
Fantasy Worldbuilding For Novelists

So, I was over on Reddit, you like I often am, and found this question. And answered it, like I do. However, the answer I initially gave was a simple generic answer. If you want to read my original answer unaltered, simply click on Reddit's embed feature links which Reddit provides for webmasters to be able to post their answers on their websites, while linking back to the original thread on Reddit (if you didn't know Reddit offered and encouraged the use of this feature, look for it in the "share" features underneath every post, comment, and reply on Reddit).

I am answering random questions today about world building, over on Reddit and decided to take my answers from there and expand upon them even further over here. So that's what this page is. Me rambling on about various aspects of world building techniques I use when writing the Quaraun series. The questions I am answering are embedded here. Clicking the link in the embedded question will take you to the original Reddit page where you can see the original answer along with other people's answers. If you wish to comment, you can do so on the Reddit page where a place to do so is provided.

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Fantasy Worldbuilding For Novelists

>>I'm rather new to worldbuilding/fantasy writing.

Welcome! You are in for a fun (and sometimes frustrating) ride.

>>I've been building a foundation for my own world and stories but I'm having trouble deciding on a scale for my world.

I did this when I first started. I had, I think 3 characters, no story, and a great idea for a planet I wanted to build. I wasn't really into writing that much back then (in the 1970s). Back then, I just wanted to build this amazing planet I had thought up, and then I wanted to explore it, so I created people to explore it, and it was an amazing source of pretend time for me and a few of my cousins to then run around the yard pretending we were in this world.

After a while though my cousins "grew up" (as they put it) and didn't play pretend anymore. That's when I turned to writing stories about the character, and my focus turned from worldbuilding to writing stories about the world.

I never had any idea of scale, and (being heavily influenced by Star Trek) my idea of world building I think could better be described as galaxy building, because I was creating full planets and then sending ships back and forth between them.

My perception of Fantasy races, was that Elves originated on one planet, Dwarfs were from another planet, Humans were from Earth, and so on. So I set out the create every planet from which each of the Fantasy races came from. Then I concluded different types of Elves came from different planets... so you can see how I just ran with world building and had no scale at all, but rather ran wild in my ever expanding universe.

In my early years, you saw me publishing only 1 or 2 stories a year. This was because I spent a lot of time world building. In my most productive years I was publishing 2 or 3 short stories a week and a novel a month - this was a period after I had the world fully built and was writing lots of stories with-in it; in the past 5 years, you've seen me back to publishing only 2 or 3 stories a year because health issues (Parkinson's) have desperately slowed down my ability to do a lot of writing any more.

>>I've looked at other fantasy worlds and their sizes, and it varies pretty greatly. Some are the size of Europe, or smaller. Some are bigger than Earth. To me, this spawns some questions.

My world, spans 3 solar systems and multiple planets with-in them. My world is massive. The entire glob of 3 planets and 2 moons are fully mapped, complete with dozens of countries, cultures, religions, ethnicities, and MOST of these things have never even been used in any novel of the series.

>>What's too big? I know it really depends on the scale of your story, but that's TOO big for a fantasy story?

No. There is no such thing as too much world building.

There is, however such a thing as too much "world building procrastination"!

There is nothing wrong with constantly building and expanding your world... and if you are a hobby writer, writing for your own pleasure with no intention of publishing, then you can press forward world building to your heart's content with ever writing a word of your novel at all (and a lot of people do this... it's a great hobby to have)... BUT... if you goal is to be a published career author, then it can become an issue, if you are forever world building, but never writing. So remember to balance world building with novel writing.

>>What's too small? I know most of my current story will probably take place in a very small portion of the world, however I'm not sure what would be simply too small of a world.

I don't think there is any such thing as too small.

For example...

Not a part of my primary series of novels, I also have a series of stand alone short stories. Each story is under 5,000 words. Many of the stories in this set were written as part of a writing challenge called "the 8 hour writing challenge".

The 8 hour challenge was started by Joe Konrath (a horror author - if you google him, you can find hs blog and the blog post about the 8 hour challenge). He only did it once, but after that, most people who joined the original challenge, started doing it monthly on their own, I was one of these.

The challenge is this:

Pick a day when you have an 8 hour stretch of time you can devote to this. Then, set your alarm to 8 hours from the start time. Now, without any pre-planning, write, edit, format, create a cover, AND publish on Amazon, a story. Do EVERYTHING within that 8 hour time, including to do ALL of your world building and character creation.

Most people who do the challenge, spen 1 hour worldbuilding/plotting/character-creating, 4 hours writing, 2 hours editing, and the final hour making the cover and formatting and uploading to Amazon.

I've done this challenge about 20 times in the past 5 or so years. In each case I ended up with a story about 5k words long, most of them done in Slice of Life format, with only 1 character, dealing with some major messed up life-shit. For example in one story a guy wakes up to find vampires stole the roof off his house during the night; another story a guy is in a high speed chase escaping police, hits a pedestrian, jumps out of his car, through a portal, and comes out in front of car escaping police (he hit himself); another story a 4 year old girl is building a sandcastle that she says Faeries live in, adults laugh at her, a shitty adult destroys the sand castle and Faeries massacre everyone on the beach...each of these stories were published on Amazon 7 hours after I started creating the world they happened in.

In each case, the story occurs in a very "small world".

For example the vampire one (Where In The Heck Is The Ceiling), takes place on a single street. It features the inside of a house, the outside of a house, the street the house is on, and the inside of an office building across town. You never see any other parts of the world or know where this street exists.

In the car crash one (Wasted Time), the entire story takes place in one tiny isolated section of road, just as the road leaves town and enters the forest. Of any world I've ever created, this is probably the smallest one as it takes place in a space about 200 feet in diameter.


In the sand castle story (Sand Castle), it starts out on the back porch of a beach house, then expands to a cold North Atlantic beach, and mentions that the beach boarders a tourist town. So this one has a full town, but only a small section of it is seen.


In the Oak Tree, the entire story takes place on a hill, in a field, under a man-eating oak tree.

Emmet opens with a scam artist being chased by an angry mob out of a village, during a storm, getting lost in the forest, and seeking shelter in a haunted house. From there the entire story exists in the front parlour of the house, where the man is terrorized by ghostly black cats who argue how they will kill him.

Shifting Sands, is set on the exact same beach as Sand Castle, this time an evil town manager is destroying nature to to turn the town into a money making tourist attraction, but his plans are thwarted by the same Faeries as before, calling up the crabs and seagulls in to tourist eating massacre.

Lucky Number 7 takes place in 3 locations: an 7th floor apartment, bus #7, and an office building on 7th street where the 7 son of a 7th son works with 7 employees whom he is convinced are plotting to kill him on the 7th hour of the 7th day of the 7th month, so he plots to kill them first.

In a Tale of Tall Grass we see for a 3rd time that same beach as in Sand Castle and Shifting Sands, this time an elderly woman sit on her lawn overlooking the beach and watches her 2 neighbours compete in a lawn mowing frenzy of who has the better lawn, while the old woman, who has never cut her grass in ever, has waist length dune grass hiding the blood-thirsty Faeries inside, once again the Faeries attack the threats of nature, this time turning the lawn mowers on the men, slaughtering them in the bloodiest Faerie attach yet.

In Road Rage we return to that beach town for a 4th time, this time the old woman is driving home and witnesses the insanity of what happens when a full moon shines town on the cursed town.

In BloodFall in Playland, we return to the same beach town yet again, this 5th time following a group of teens to the Amusement park, only to have them get stuck on top of a ferris wheel and witness as everyone on the beach gets eaten by a zombie alien attack.

In The Attack of The Zombie Pizza Boys, we are at that same beach for a 6th time, and now the town is entirely zombies, running a tourist resort to have a steady supply of brains.

These, of course are examples of extremely small worlds, built on spur of the moment seat of the pants for a contest, but still, it shows you that there is no such thing as too small of a world. In each case, only enough world was built, to allow the story to take place logically, and nothing more of the world was built.

>>How do you decide and scale your world?

At this point in my career, I don't do much world building... I'm 130 novels into the series, which I started publishing in 1978, this year being the 40th anniversary since volume 1 of the series was published. But as I said, I ran wild with my world building, and never stopped, just forever expanding as needed for each story I added to the series. In the end, I ran wild and free never worrying about an end goal of the scale.

>>In addition to scale, also keep in mind the speed of available travel.

>>If walking is your primary mode of transportation along poor roads or no roads at all, then traveling across a continent the size of Europe becomes long, complicated and uncertain.

THIS^ Is so important for me and my series.

The main character is a wandering vagabond wizard and his unicorn. Though he has a horse (of sorts) he absolutely refuses to ride said horse, thinking of him instead as a companion rather then a beast of burden. The end result is, 90% of the time he's walking, and the only time he's not walking is if he's traveling with some group he meet along the way, and got invited to ride in their wagon with them.

As I myself am someone who did not have a car until I was 37, and walked everywhere, I knew from experience the amount of distance I, myself, personally could walk over various terrains. I can walk 13 miles a day across beach sand (I live on a 7 mile long beach and frequently walk it and back, daily) or I could when I was younger. Now that I'm older and on a cane, I struggle to walk 2 miles on the beach sand. On paved sidewalks, I could easily walk 16 miles a day... but trying to walk that same distance in summer, was a struggle due to heat, then now on a cane, the hip pain kicks in after 7 miles and I can no longer make the full 16 mile -3 town- walk I used to walk to do my shopping. I knew that 4 miles of harsh, deep forest, deer trail, mountain hiking was my limit without an extended break to rest, but that I could do 3 of those 4 mile stretches in one day...and after having the cane, I now require more breaks more often, and because of this am limited to a 10 mile forest/mountain/trail hike instead. Each of these things is further effected by weather: heat, cold, rain, snow, wind, mud, etc, all change the difficulty and amount of mileage I can make. Plus I have many other distances, terrain, conditions I have trekked over the past 50 years, and kept track of, so can look back at and reference, today as writing notes.

Well, because the series I write is set in my native region (Maine, New Hampshire, Quebec, Nova Scotia) but set in a fictional, quasi medieval-like version of it, that was largely based off Dungeons and Dragons, if D&D was set in New England and Maritime Canada, and if that region had been the center of the world instead of Europe. So, I've taken a very real location, and given it fiction towns, and an alternate history.

Well, I know from walking the area every day for the last 5 decades, that most small towns with farms and forest between them, tend to be almost exactly 10 miles between each town, and are marked with granite mile markers (many of which were built in the 1640s and are still standing today in 2018). I also know that cemeteries are put every 5 miles, and always face to the East. And most of these were also built in the 1640s.

Being someone who has spent most of my life cooking outside and sleeping under the stars, I also know what you can and can not cook on the road (like the fact that stew takes 5 days of none stop boiling to make, and no one is walking around luging a 75lb cauldron around with them). I know too that sleeping on roots and rocks is not fun on the back and that the best place to sleep is near tall grass or oak trees, so that you can put piles of grass and leaves under your bedroll.

In the end, I take all of these various factors, and use that info when writing my wandering wizard. Early in the series when he's younger, he can walk greater distances. Later in the series after sustaining a leg injury that put him on a cane, he's slowed down quite a bit. Tons are about 10 miles apart, so he can usually get to a town before dark, but inclimate weather slows him down. Heat makes travell slow and when a blizzard strikes it can take a week or more to reach a distance that should only take a day.

The entire series is a travelogue type story of sorts, with the plot itself being minimumal, and the story being his interactions with people he meets on the road and in the towns he visits. Thus travel, and writing travel on foot accurately, becomes a major concern for me as a writer. And thus this:

>>In addition to scale, also keep in mind the speed of available travel.

>>If walking is your primary mode of transportation along poor roads or no roads at all, then traveling across a continent the size of Europe becomes long, complicated and uncertain.

Is the sort of thing I think about constantly when doing any type of world building for my series. I probably think about it too much, LOL! But still, for me and my series, thinking about how my world effects how my character travels, is perhaps the biggest issue I have to worry about, due to the fact that travel on foot is a constant, steady, every page event, of every novel in the series.







>>When i see worlds that are 1 continent i just immediately put down that book or whatever.

Considering less than 10% of Fantasy novels contain a map, and more than 90% of Fantasy maps only show a single continent, that translates into, you rarely if ever read any Fantasy books at all.










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