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Old Orchard Beach, Maine's Dark Fantasy author: 138 novels, 423 novellas, & 2k+ short stories published since 1978.
💗 50th anniversary of 1st book is in 2028!
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What is the series about?
It's three god-level planet destroying alien invader Space Elf, Space Faerie, Space Demon wizards, with big global domination plans, whom have invaded 40th century Earth, settled in a lighthouse in Maine, are hellbent on destroying all Humans and taking over the planet, but never getting anything done because they are too busy throwing temper tantrums, having hissy fits, and flinging food, sea slugs, insults, and sexual tension at each other to get around to destroying the planet.
It's slice-of-life survival horror in a post-apocalyptic necromantic dictatorship, told through dysfunctional domestic intimacy between soul-stealing villains who rule the world. Welcome to the spiralling madness of Quaraun’s eldritch, sensory-heavy, character-driven, neurotic, dysfunctional, intimate, sugar-dusted Fae-punk world. This is the hostile, dystopian, necromantic, and hyper-sensory domestic horror of Quaraun’s everyday life with BoomFuzzy (and sometimes GhoulSpawn), in a grim world ruled by undead Faerie warlords where society has collapsed and survival is brutal, intimate, and corrupt, and Humans are often on the menu of UnSeelie Court feasts.
On Amazon:
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
NOTE: If you are looking for The Twighlight Manor series, this is it.
Main character since 1978, Miss Citten The Eel-Kat was retired from main character use in 1987, replaced with Etiole the eel merman, as the new main character, who was retired from main character use in 1996, replaced with his father Sir Roderic as the main character.
In 2014 Roderic was retired from main character use, and his grandfather The Pink Necromancer was pushed forward as the new main character of the series.
In 2016 I rebranded the series as "The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane, aka The Adventures of The Pink Necromancer, formerly known as The Twighlight Manor series."
The series started September 23, 1978, and is still being written and published in 2025, and now spans 138 novels, 423 novellas, and over 3,000 short stories and novelettes.
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All the characters you knew in the 1970s, 1980s, and 1990s, including former main characters, EelKat, Etiole, and Roderic, still appear in the new stories, they are just no longer the main characters. It's still the same series about a deranged Lovecraftian Space alien Elf and his huge family and their sentient monster house, same as it always was. Only the name of the series has changed.
Index of the Quaraun novels, novellas, & short story collections on Amazon
Not sure what the series is about?
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Faeries vs Elves (In The Quaraun Series) A Pink Necromancer World Lore Post
to find out more about the plot and lore of the series.
Or try reading some of the free to read online stories first before committing to buying the books:
Hmmm... soooo... I was making the above list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here, and adding it into the front home pageof my site, here as you can see, and then I realized... wait... there are over two thousand Pink Necromancer stories up free to read on my website, I can't put two thousand links on the home page! Whoops! LOL!
So, now I'm putting list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here on this page instead and just link that page to here instead. But also I'll just leave some of the links here, as you can see above.
On GumRoad:
On Medium:
An Index of the more than TWO THOUSAND Quaraun Short Stories on Medium
(NOTE: a $5 or $15 per month paid subscription required to access stories on Medium)
On Vocal:
On Notd:
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Quaraun the Insane (The Pink Necromancer)
Role: Main protagonist.
The story is always from his third-person limited, past tense point of view. Readers only know what Quaraun sees, hears, or thinks.
The series is villain point-of-view fiction. Quaraun is the point of view villain.
Core Identity
Personality:
Quaraun is a Supervillain, not a Hero.
What he is NOT:
Quaraun aka The Pink Necromancer:
The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, wearing his pink robes of Moon Goddess worship.
F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns. Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead.
By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old.
Quaraun is a transman who wears boob bindings, but also has had a forced against his will double mastectomy as a form of punishment, in his youth which heavily contributed to his becoming transgender transitioning to become a man.
Quaraun was the youngest child of a deranged Seelie Court Elf king who had all daughters and wanted a son.
Quaraun was born intersex, having both male and female genitals, and is able to both father children in others and give birth to children himself. Quaraun was also born with severe mental disorders, generally presumed to have low-functioning autism.
As a teenager, Quaraun was identifying as a female and was one of the favourite princesses of the Elf's royal court.
When Quaraun attracted the romantic attention of the UnSeelie Court Faerie King, her father, infuriated, cut off her breasts and mutilated her vagina, in a brutal attempt to force his intersex child to become his son. When Quaraun tried to fight back to defend himself, his father crushed his hands in the grinding wheel of a millstone, which is why Quaraun now has metal prosthetic hands.
Quaraun left The Seelie Court, joined forced with the UnSeelie Court, and continued wearing the royal pink gowns of a Seelie Elven princess, but took to binding his mutilated breasts, using male pronouns and identify as a male, and went on to marry the UnSeelie Court Faerie King becoming his court mage.
All of that information can be found in the novels.
Many of the stories in this collection are elderly Quaraun, now many centuries later, reflecting on this event from his youth.
Quaraun's fluctuating gender, confuses readers who jump into the series without knowing that he is a LITERAL JellyFish.
Quaraun is not biologically a Moon Elf. He is a Thullid, a type of psionic jellyfish-like Elder Brain parasite, who lives inside the hollowed-out skull of a long-dead Moon Elf, animating the Elf’s corpse from within. The long, pink, venomous tentacle “hair” is his real body—his jellyfish appendages disguised as hair. The Elf body is decorative and functional, used for social interaction and manipulating tools.
Quaraun lacks a brain because Thullids are brainless telepathic organisms. His frequent declaration of “I have no brain” is not poetic—he literally has no nervous system. He is immortal due to the regenerative cycle of his species, which allows him to revert between life stages indefinitely, like the real-world Turritopsis dohrnii, the immortal jellyfish.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turritopsis_dohrnii
His gender changes are biologically driven: Jellyfish naturally change sex throughout their lifespan, and Quaraun fluidly alternates between presenting male and female depending on his stage.
Among Thullids, Quaraun is revered as The Sacred Pink Jellyfish, a mythic Elder Brain believed to be the first of their kind. Some Thullids consider him their god—a divine mother figure, while others fear him as a heretical abomination for bonding emotionally with Faeries and not fully consuming his host.
His obsession with silk, beauty, and delicate physical things is a sensory fixation rooted in his species' natural attraction to light, colour, and texture. His humanoid identity is an elaborate social mask over a barely concealed alien intelligence.
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Quaraun is to silk what Sweeney Todd was to barbering: a genius artisan twisted by grief and madness, the best who ever lived—unmatched, elegant, and utterly insane. A stoic, frail Moon Elf who walks with a jewelled cane and speaks in venom-laced poetry, Quaraun weaves spells into every thread of his fabrics. His garments are coveted by kings, cursed by gods, and soaked in the blood of those who dared insult his artistry. He is not just a master tailor—he is a surgeon of silk and murder.
He dresses in shimmering pinks, but his soul is black. His broken, clawed hands move only with the aid of enchanted gold-plated gloves, yet his work is flawless, obsessive, and beautiful enough to drive men mad. Quaraun kills without warning—quietly, suddenly, and with theatrical flourish. A single word, a gesture, the wrong look, and his Rainbow Wand flashes—a throat is slit, a body turned to ash, a city devoured by pink rose-thorned eldritch vines. Then he returns to his loom, unbothered.
He is the crown jewel of psychotic elegance. Worshipped by monsters, feared by all, he built an empire of silk, medicine, and black market magic—then burned it down and made it again, better, crueler, silkier. His love for BoomFuzzy is obsessive and violent. His patience is limited. And when the world displeases him, he carves its seams out one scream at a time.
The series is classified as MPreg due to the fact that in many stories, Quaraun is often pregnant, usually by BoomFuzzy, sometimes by GhoulSpawn
Quaraun has 75 children, most notable of which are King Vileder, Melaca, and Dr. Vangoneese.
His most notable grandson is Sir Roderic, owner of The Twighlight Manor.
While is most notable great grand sons are Etiole and The Dazzling Razzbury.
Stories about Quaraun are usually set in the era between him being 750 to 800 years old, as this was the time period GhoulSpawn lived with him. GhoulSpawn only lived with Quaraun for a space of around thirty years. This is the era when Quaraun was still identifying as male, but was beginning to dress far more female, due to his growing obsession with Moon Goddess worship. This era was the early stages of his religious tyranny which would lead to his later decent into insanity and eventually crowning himself as The Grand High Emperor of The Triple Planets and renaming himself SunTa – God of the Sun.
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Quaraun's magic is rooted in real world Vodu.
Both Quaraun and BoomFuzzy are "Voodoo Priests"
Quaraun is the High Priest of both Erzulie Fréda and Erzulie Dantò, that he is their literal, chosen vessel on Earth, and that he lives not just in devotion but in spiritual embodiment—changes the stakes of every spell, every silk thread, every grave he tends.
This is not aesthetic. This is ritual duty.
This is queer rage, sacred blood, sequins as wards, and daggers as offerings.
This is Black Vodun, trans survival, Moon-crowned vengeance, and ancestral pride stitched in pink and red silk.
And BoomFuzzy—blind, Black, devoted to the Guédé, walking with Baron Samdi and Papa Legba—adds the liminal fire. He’s not background; he’s the doorway to the afterlife, the veil-ripper, the sex-and-death pathwalker who tempers Quaraun’s fire with irreverent grit.
Quaraun’s Magic:
Quaraun is an Erzulie priest, who calls Erzulie the Moon Goddess and that is WHY Quaraun wears pink and glitter.
Quaraun's grandson AlKeme is a Hungon of Damballa, which is why he wears white and has serpent tattoos.
Quaraun spends an inordinate amount of time in graveyards making goopher dust; he hot foots the area around his vardo before setting it up, he draws veve on the vardo and weaves veve into all his cloth, he sets up altars to the loa everywhere he goes.
Quaraun worships Eruzuili, both Freda (pink and glitter) and Danta (red and blood). The twin brides of Damballah.
Both Erzuli's are fierce.
Freda is the deceptively "frilly" in her pinks and sequins, but she is the fierce protector of gay men and transgender people, while her twin sister Danta is the dagger wielding protector of children and sexual abuse survivors.
Quaraun sees himself as their literal representative on earth, it is why he (Quaraun is biologically female) lives as a transman, lives as a gay man, and is a vicious vigilanti protector of children and rape victims. Quaraun takes his role as High Priest of the Moon Goddess VERY seriously. He is devote to the point of being fanatical.
The glitter is not just campy flair. The pink is not aesthetic.
It’s ceremonial, sacred, snake-bound, moon-pulled beauty magic.
Benin–Dahomey Vodun: (how it is different from New Orleans Voodoo)
Benin–Dahomey lineage of Vodun is distinct from the more often cited Yoruba-based, Creole-fused, or Haitian-influenced versions that get overrepresented (and frequently misrepresented) in Western media.
My family descends from Benin, Dahomey, and uses the "snake cult" tradition of voodoo passed down through the Benin line. We are a mix of Scottish, Persian, Mongolian, Kowari PNG, and Benin, Dahomey, in our bloodline and family religion traditions. So we default to the Scottish and Benin type Voodoo which is a bit different from the French/Creole/Yuroba type. So I am pulling from family tradition for this.
Key Differences I'm Working From
Every spell he makes should reflect ritual purpose, symbolic logic, and multi-cultural synthesis from the life he actually lives:
A Vodou-rooted, neurodivergent silk mage, working graveyard spells at midnight while whispering to his moths, calling serpents and spirits with equal reverence.
And he doesn't think twice about slitting the throats of rapists and child abuses in the name of Erzulie Dantò
BoomFuzzy’s Magic:
This is why you see my characters doing "Granny swamp Magic" as opposed to doing Lord of the Rings/Harry Potter/Dungeons and Dragons magic.
Voodoo the religion, Hoodoo the ritual practice, and Faerie folklore are combined to create the Magic System used by these three quasi-Voodoo mages.
Voodoo (Voudou / Vodou / New Orleans Voodoo):
Hoodoo (Rootwork / Conjure / Trick Doctoring):
Quaraun uses protective items for queer folks and abuse survivors explicitly, since that's core to his Erzulie devotion. He has spells for:
Queer Black Vodun + Silk Craftsmanship + Graveyard Rootwork = Quaraun’s Signature Magic.
However... the reason I do not call (in the books) what Quaraun does "Voodoo" is because it is NOT straight up just Voodoo a, and it draws on a lot of more Fantasy types of things as well. And as I am myself a Voodoo priestess rank of Medsan Fey, I know the harm that can be and often if done to our religion when you use the word voodoo in fictional media, especially in Fantasy genres featuring wizards or witches and spell casting.
It is for this reason you never see the Loa mentioned by name, and why you see Quaraun only ever say "The Moon Goddess" (Freda) or "The Moon Goddess's bloody soaked twin sister" (Dantor) or "The Snake God" (Damballa), etc.
You see, while the core base of Quaraun's magic system is in fact real world Voodoo and Hoodoo, it is changed quite a bit as well, has a lot of "Harry Potter" type magic with wands and potions, and a lot of Dungeons and Dragons type magic with big elemental spells like summoning fireballs or casting tornados full of sharks, and monster magic (dragons, mimics, psions, etc) and magic items (bags of holding, cursed amulets, etc) that are not connected to voodoo at all, and could give readers the wrong impression of the Vodoun religion.
You see, contrary to popular urban myths, there is nothing spooky, evil, horror, death spell, demonic, or scary about the Vodou religion, which is a peaceful religion based on reverance of ancestors. There is no "voodoo dolls" or sticking pins in things or casting curses, in actual real Voodoo.
Hoodoo Dolls come from ancient Scotland and are part of Scottish Hoodoo.
Note: Voodoo is an African word, whereas Hoodoo is a Medieval Celtic word originating from the Picts of what is now ScotlanHoodoo is a magic based pagan religion similar to Wicca, which is also a Celtic religion.
Hoodoo was brought to the Appalachians region of America's South by the Scottish Gypsies. It got mixed into the Voodoo religion, when Scottish Hoodooers were smuggling escaped slaves out of the South and taking them to the North.
In the 1700s to 1800s White Slavers would say things like "That hoodoo voodoo mumbo jumbo" to be dismissive of minorities (Blacks and Gypsies) and try to make it sound like Black people and Gypsies were talking jibberish nonsense. End result was that by the late 1800s a lot of white folk were using the Scottish word Hoodoo interchangeably with the African word Voodoo.
Hoodoo DOES in fact use dolls to stick pins in and put curses on people. Curses and hexes and doll baby spells are a central part of Scottish Gypsy culture.
But Voodoo has no culture or tradition of curses, hexes, or doll baby spells.
It was not until the 1920s and Bela Lugosi's movie "The white Zombie" that the word "Voodoo Doll" was even invented. And it was created very simply to make the Black slaves in the movie look evil, for practicing the religion of Voodoo. The White Zombie movie took the practice of Hoodoo and incorrectly slapped the name of Voodoo on it, and this the invention of the Voodoo Doll - a thing that exists ONLY in Hollywood movies.
Unfortunately, that movie got popular, and other movies band wagoned it's success, and soon voodoo dolls were a staple of every Horror movie of the 1920s and 1930s, and by the end of the 1930s Hollywood had convinced everyone that the Voodoo religion was full of curses, evil rituals, and sticking pins in dolls, when in fact that stuff all originated from us Scottish Gypsies and NOT from Black people or their Voodoo religion.
In any case, it was to avoid causing further damage to the Voodoo religion, thar I opted to not use any real names of any religions or deities in my books.
BoomFuzzy (King Gwallmaiic)
Role: Quaraun’s husband, lover, protector, and king of the UnSeelie Court. Cannibalistic Lich & pastry chef.
Core Identity:
Personality:
BoomFuzzy is a Sadistic, Hypersexual, Undead Murder Machine, built by The Pink Necromancer to be his lover and protector.
What he is NOT:
He is a Faerie war criminal who cooks souls for desserts.
King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn:
The Lich Chef – Undead Cannibal God, Frost-Faerie of the Eternal Banquet
Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court. BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead.
Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic. By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks. Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich.
BoomFuzzy is a candy mage and he is literally an actual unicorn.
I have discovered over the years, that readers often think of BoomFuzzy as though he were a man who takes a unicorn form, and that is incorrect.
BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is an actual Unicorn who takes a Humanoid form so that he can be with an Elf lover (Quaraun). And this was done SPECIFICALLY in 2013, when Amazon mass banned "Monster Porn" from their website, changing their ToS to state that all romantic relationships between character, MUST be "HUMAN FORM". Over twenty thousand authors were banned from Amazon, including some of the biggest names in traditionally published Romance, and more then two million books were banned by Amazon, included over five thousand books published by Harlequin - Harlequin, never recovered either - good search for Harlequin books on Amazon, you'll see what I mean..
And contrary to popular myth, Amazon was NOT targeting only Erotica, they went after EVERY GENRE - Romance, Fantasy, Horror, you name it, even books without sex, including children's books that simply feature anthropomorphic characters, including several Disney books featuring Mickey and Donald. Amazon, in February 2013, simply declared, any romantic couple had to BOTH be humanoid. . And while my series did not have sex, it did have an Elf who was married to a Unicorn. And so since 2014 onward, all books written that end up on Amazon, show BoomFuzzy in humanoid form. You have to read the books published elsewhere for the horse form stories now.
And so in 2013, all Quaraun books were removed from Amazon KDP, many never to return, because 2013 was the same year my son was murdered, a few months later, and so I simply never got around to editing the books and republishing them.
The books that did get republished, no longer showed Quaraun and his UNICORN LOVER and instead showed Quaraun and his Unicorn who was NOW A SHAPE SHIFTER (something BoomFuzzy was NOT prior to 2014) who took a Human-like form in many scenes.
His TRUE FORM is the lilac Shetland Pony.
The little black man he transforms into is the illusion glimmer spell form.
Remember, BoomFuzzy's magic is bizarro unicorn magic that defies laws of physics. BoomFuzzy the Unicorn is the only known Unicorn in existence, an absolutely unique and astoundingly rare creature.
BoomFuzzy, the novel, a 750 page novel that sold over a million copies in 2014, is literally about BoomFuzzy's candy shop where he makes candy, incliding unicorn shaped peppermints. BoomFuzzy's BoomFudgy Chocolate Cover Apricots are a pivotal and legendary candy in the series, most notably because it was the last thing he made before he injected them with poison and then ate one to kill himself, an event that directly resulted in Quaraun's becoming a necromancer specifically so he could resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich, but because Quaraun was drunk, he resurrected BoomFuzzy as a purple unicorn. BoomFuzzy now back from the Swamp of Death, returned to candy making and pastry cheffing.
Also in the above mentioned novel is a scene, which shows the young, innocent, and still a virgin Moon Elf, find a tiny Unicorn, the size of a goat, caught in a Human's trap. A horse normally would die from a broken leg, due to their delicate bone structure. The young virgin Elf freed the Unicorn from the steel jaws trap, and hid the dying horned pony in the marsh, then tended to it's injuries, caring for the unicorn for nearly 3 years before the tiny pony finally recovered the use of it's leg. The unicorn ran away, but never forgot the Elf who saved it.
Years later, when Quaraun (in a direct retelling of Rapunzel) was tortured and locked in the tower by his deranged father, the unicorn miraculously returned and rescued the dying Elf, roles reversing, as the Unicorn now took on initially a Moon Elf form to tend to the Elf's injuries.
The Elf was terrified of seeing a Moon Elf and the scene follows the Unicorn changing form many times becoming gnomes and drawfs and many other creatures, before finally transforming into the little black pygmy man, whom Quaraun was not frightened of. The Unicorn kept this form from that point after, and 2 of them later married.
It is long established in the series that Quaraun - a TINY WHITE FEMALE - is absolutely terrified of LARGE WHITE MALES after a childhood of beatings and sexual abuse. And this was why a PYGMY BLACK man did not scare Quaraun, and the reason for BoomFuzzy taking this form.
It is for this reason Quaraun says "Unicorn" or "my Unicorn" and never "BoomFuzzy", because BoomFuzzy literally IS an actual Unicorn.
Unicorn magic is a blend of My Little Pony Cuteness, Alice in Wonderland Absurdity, and McGees Alice's deranged insanity. And it includes BoomFuzzy's Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies a box of peep like marshmallow bunnies coating with glistening pink sugar, that when thrown "Worms 3D Holy Hand Grenade Style" at someone they turn into "Monty Python style Vampire Bunnies" that act as BoomFuzzy's personal army.
But many readers have taken issue with BoomFuzzy being a black man - to the point that it is why I no longer have email, because one reader too to DAILY writing 10k+ word long emails, railing white power black-hating craziness, for the space of multiple years and I simply got rid of having email because I got sick of white readers having anti-black meltdowns at me every day. These readers quite simply forgot that BoomFuzzy the UNICORN, is LITERALLY A HORSE and is NOT a man at all.
BoomFuzzy is not a man. He was once—a vile, demonic Faerie war-HORSE, a blood-soaked pastry baking UNICORN king whose empire fed nations their own dead—but that was a lifetime ago. On the hundredth anniversary of his death, he clawed his way back from the grave as a Lich, and what returned was something colder, crueler, and utterly unkillable.
Now he is immortal. Cut off his head, he reattaches it. Burn his body, he reforms in frost. Kill him, and he rises again, smiling through teeth of ice.
He is a Lich of frost and famine, whose kiss draws the warmth from the living, freezing their blood solid in their veins. He commands necromantic ice magic, conjuring blizzards from his breath, snowstorms from his fury. His kitchens are meat lockers, his ovens tombs.
BoomFuzzy is a culinary god of death who wields his chef’s knives with the elegance of a ballet dancer and the precision of an autopsy. His sous chefs are goblins. His ingredients? Anyone who displeases him. He is obsession incarnate—possessive, jealous, feral with love for Quaraun.
And he is not a joke. His crude flirtation, his lewd innuendos—they are weapons of psychological war, not humour. His rage simmers beneath every pun. His hunger is endless. He has murdered whole cities for daring to look at Quaraun the wrong way. He is the UnSeelie King, an undead tyrant, and when he says “I love you,” he means “I own you,” and he will freeze the world to prove it.
BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape. Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn. BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old.
In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old.
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GhoulSpawn (Glinta; Ghouly; Gremlin)
Role: Minor background character. Quaraun’s shy admirer. The stabilizing third wheel of the trio.
Core Identity:
Personality:
GhoulSpawn is a Sheep Demon Stranded in a Nightmare.
What he is NOT:
He is the next monster in the making.
Glinta aka GhoulSpawn the Crazed:
Their on again-off again mad scientist golden fleeced Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine.
GhoulSpawn was born on a boiling, fire planet, but as a small child was summoned to 1959 Earth by Humans with a ouija board. He lived among Humans, getting a PhDs in Quantum Physic and AstroPhysics, invented time travel, built a time machine, and then in 1978, fell through a portal, and is now trapped in 40th century Maine.
Being a Demon from literal Hell, he has natural elemental abilities with fire and can summon hell creatures.
He is Quaraun's apprentice, and feared by Humans to be on a fast track to becoming more powerful than either BoomFuzzy or Quaraun.
The Rift-Walker – Hell’s Chronomancer, Demon of Portals, Summoner of Infernal Livestock
GhoulSpawn is a walking black hole in reality—a Sweeney Todd of the space-time continuum, whose trauma-choked mind opens gates to other realms the way others draw breath. He is the greatest chronomancer in existence, a Sheep-Demon Satyr displaced by centuries, abandoned in a frozen hellscape, and now loyal only to Quaraun. His hooves leave scorched snow behind him. His golden omega eyes never blink. And when he speaks, it is with robotic honesty and unnerving exactness—truth only, always, emotionless, sterile, and terrifying.
He cannot lie. He cannot joke. He does not understand laughter. But he understands orders—and when Quaraun gives them, entire villages are erased in molten firestorms, devoured by bleating obsidian sheep, or dragged into alternate timelines that never end.
GhoulSpawn is no child. He is not innocent. He is the Omega Gate, a biological weapon, soft-spoken and broken, but capable of unraveling oceans when triggered.
He speaks in spirals, breathless and endless, overwhelmed by too much memory and not enough grounding. He opens rifts that cannot be closed. He is terrified of BoomFuzzy but obeys him without question.
GhoulSpawn does not laugh when the world burns. He just watches the flames, counts the corpses, and waits for Quaraun to tell him where to strike next.
Due to his messing around with time travel, there are 5 different versions of him which appear throughout the series, each from different dimensions and alternate time lines, each one uses a different name (Glinta, GhoulSpawn, Gremlin, Checka, ZooLock - while GhoulSpawn is the one seen most often, Gremlin is in fact the correct original one).
GhoulSpawn is very young, not yet 50 years old.
The Gremlin version of him is around 500 years old, while the Checka version of him is thirteen thousand years old, and the ZooLock version of him is stated to be "old as time".
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Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 1START OF SAMPLE 1- "How dare you call me INSANE, you fucking cockroach! LOOK AT MY HANDS! I cannot move my fingers. They are broken, have always been broken. Crushed when I was a child. Crushed in the windmill grinding stone by my vile father. Why do you think I killed him? LOOK AT MY HANDS! They fused together when they healed. Twisted. Clawed. Useless. I wear these mechanical gold-plated gloves that move for me, move just just enough to hold my cane or pull my robes closed or push my walker or roll my wheelchair. I cannot use my hands. I cannot walk far either. I shuffle. I wheel. I lean. I hobble. I limp. I drag my damned leg. Sometimes I fall. Sometimes I have to be carried and I hate it! You here me? I hate it! I have handmaids. Dozens. They help. I hate needing help. But I must--" The Human opened his mouth to speak, but Quaraun immediately shoved his Rainbow Wand up the man's nostril. "Shut your fucking mouth, or I will blow your fucking brain out your nose. You KNOW I will, you vile dirty Human. Don't you dare try to interrupt me. I am pontificating here. No one interrupts my pontificating. Especially not some vile cockroach of a Human who just got done calling me Quaraun the Insane, while saying I was emotionally frail. I am not weak in mind. I am not fragile in thought. I am old. I am slow. I am careful. I speak slowly, act precisely, because I must. Not because I am afraid. My hands do not work. My legs do not work. But my magic still does. And my mind... I never stop thinking. I am not fragile. I am broken. And I kill ANYONE who fucking calls me The Insane!" "Love, just kill the wee bastard and get it over with," BoomFuzzy said. "It faster then boring him to death with ya villain arch pontificating." "I AM NOT A VILLIAN," Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he spun around and rammed his Rainbow Wand into BoomFuzzy's nose. "No?" "NO!" "Huh. Really?" "Stop contradicting me!" "Eh, coulda fooled me. Here I were thinking the Pink Necromancer was a great big bad villain all these years." "Stop confusing me!" Quaraun shrieked hysterically as he whupped his wand on the old Phooka's nose. BoomFuzzy casually flicked the wand away from his face. "You take that back right now!" "What ya gonna do, blow my brains out now? Fat lot a good that'll do. I'm a fucking Lich. Kill me I ain't gonna stay dead. Ya'll just get me ectoplasmic brain goo all over ya dress, and piss me off at the same time. And once yer dress is dirty, ya know I'm just gonna wanna rip it off and fuck ya. Then how ya gonna kill the bastard? Ya'll be too busy running ya crippled lil pearly white arse away from me horny cream filled chocolate eclair." "Uhm, guys," GhoulSpawn interrupted. "Shut the fuck up ya fucking Goat, I'm seducing me Elf," BoomFuzzy roared. "Uhm, okay. I'm a sheep, by the way. Also, the Human's escaping. He like, just climbed out the window." "DAMN IT!" Quaraun shrieked as he shoved GhoulSpawn and BoomFuzzy out of his way and hobbled past them in a fury of resplendent rhinestone encrusted limping pink silks. "How the hell am I supposed to catch him? You know I can not run!" "Ah, the better to boink ya then!" "Can you stop being horny for five damned seconds?" "Nope. I's'a horny unicorny." BoomFuzzy immediately poufed and transformed into a fluffy lilac coloured Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn. "Think o' the places I can think to stick me horn in." "Stop trying to fuck me, and go fuck that damned fucking Human instead!" "Aye-aye, Captain! With the utmost of pleasures!" BoomFuzzy POUFED again and vanished. "Uhm," GhoulSpawn stammered. "Now what?" Quaraun snarled. "Uhm, are you sure you worded that last order to Boomie the way you think you did?" "What did I...?" "Well, I think you like meant to tell him to kill the Human, but I think you were like talking so fast and not paying attention to what exactly you was saying--" "Spit it out, Glinta." "I think you told him to have sex with the Human." "I did not... wait... DAMN IT! UNICORN GET BACK HERE!" -END OF SAMPLE 1
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 2START OF SAMPLE 2- Quaraun, the legendary Pink Necromancer, most feared, most evil wizard known in all the history of all the solar systems five inhabited planets, was hard at battle. Quaraun gripped the smooth wooden handle of his broom, his cold blue eyes wild with rage. The broom wielded like a deadly wand, ready to cast a spell to vanquish his dastardly foes. “Fiendish creatures, foul spiders! I shall have none of you crawling upon me!” he spat, flicking his wrist and twisting away to avoid an errant clump of dust. “How dare you defile my pristine pink silks!” Wisps of dust swirled up in chaotic bursts as Quaraun pounded his broom against stone walls and grimy shelves, flinging cobwebs in all directions. “I hate dust and dirt and spiders and cobwebs and bugs and mites and motes!” He aimed his RainBow Wand at a pile of mildewed crumpled up newspapers in the corner. With a zap they disintegrated into ash, sending even more dust flying around the musty cellar of the ruined library. Clouds of dust filled the air, filling every crevice, stretching out, thick with the scent of blight .The ashes rained down on The Pink Necromancer. “HOW DARE YOU COVER ME WITH ASHES!” he shrieked hysterically. “Love,” BoomFuzzy said quietly. “Ya did that one to yarself.” “YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!” Quaraun swung the broom at BoomFuzzy, who put both hands up and backed away. In one hand, Quaraun clutched his broom like a knight brandishing a lance, in the other his Rainbow Wand was sparking angrily, mirroring his temper. “This place is vile!” he shouted, voice cracking with disdain. “It is attacking me with its filth!” “Love, leave the filth alone and it’ll stop attacking ya.” “Does he not realize he’s causing the dust storm?” GhoulSpawn asked. “Him ain’t got enough brain to know dust stays settled when ya does no touch it. Of course him being a JellyFish living in the corpse of a dead Elf, him hasn’t got no brain to begin with.” “DIIIIIE!” Quaraun screamed as he ran past BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, and took to beating an old rusted trash can with his broom. “I think I’m starting to see why people call him ‘Insane’.” “Aye.” “I AM NOT INSANE!” Quaraun shrieked, as he continued pummelling the trash can. Quaraun’s face contorted in a grimace as he swung at the cobwebs clinging to the cellar’s rafters. Layers of dust, undisturbed for centuries, erupted in clouds around him, spiralling through thick, stale air. With each sweep, his mood darkened, convinced the spiders in their webs were conspiring against him. “These spiders are out to get me!” Behind him, BoomFuzzy’s loud, raspy laugh echoed through the vast, stone-cold cellar. The floor shifted under his barefoot steps, the boards creaking with the strain of his movement as he chuckled at Quaraun’s panic. “Ya actin’ as though they’ll swallow ye whole.” “You know what spiders are like! How big they can get.” “How big can spiders get on this planet?” GhoulSpawn asked BoomFuzzy. “Bigger than me food truck. There’s some wat can eat elephants.” “So his fear isn’t totally irrational.” “It ain’t the spider’s he’s afeared of. It the dust.” “Will you two help me!” Quaraun yelled. “Maybe, Love. Watch yer step!” Quaraun glared back at him, still striking the webs with an intensity that made BoomFuzzy’s amusement soar. GhoulSpawn wiped the grime from his hands with his green coat, coughing from the musty scent of decayed paper and forgotten history. “Quaraun, can you not approach this rationally?” he asked. “We’ve got a task here. Remember? You was looking for some grimoire or something. Besides, dust and cobwebs are hardly threats.” “They are to me!” Quaraun retorted, brushing an imaginary cobweb from his silken pink robe. He sniffed indignantly, his nose wrinkling with disdain. BoomFuzzy, leaned lazily against an overturned, broken table, finding clear enjoyment in Quaraun’s one-Elf battle against dust bunnies and cobwebs. “Ye’ll no’ win against every cobweb in a dead library, JellyElf,” he teased. BoomFuzzy’s eyes glinted in the dim light, his voice straining to suppress laughter. “Too many of them.” Quaraun’s glare sliced through the gloom, and he swatted at another cobweb. “Every last spiderweb must fall,” he hissed. “All of them! Or I will suffocate under their wretched hold!” “Stop being so dramatic.” “This is ridiculous,” GhoulSpawn muttered. “Of all the things to fear, Quaraun, it’s dust?” “Dust conceals dangers,” Quaraun replied sharply, flicking his broom through another web, scattering grey wisps into the air. “Cobwebs harbour pests. Filth carries death! Disease! Germs! Parasites! Filth! I hate filth! Hate! Hate! HATE! I HATE this filth!” Each word sharpened his focus, as if he faced some great enemy he had to conquer. Each word louder then the one before it. With each louder word, a harder slap with the broom. “There is a treasure here,” Quaraun said between coughing. “I can feel it. And I can find it. If this dust would stop attacking me long enough to find it!” The cellar spread out before them, dark and foreboding. Toppled shelves groaned beneath the weight of collapsed stones and centuries of neglect. Books and relics lay scattered on the floor. Faded pages melding into piles of dust. Fragments of history lost in the underbelly of this ancient library. BoomFuzzy squatted beside a shattered bookshelf, running his fingers through the dust with a pensive expression as he peered at the decayed remnants. “No treasure ‘ere, me wee JellyElf,” he said thoughtfully. “Looks like it’s all dead and gone.” “Or is it?” Quaraun mumbled, suddenly intrigued by a faint glimmer beneath a nearby stone slab. “Unicorn, what is this?” Quaraun tilted his head, brows knitting as he examined the dusty corner where something was lodged. His fingers itched with curiosity as he knelt, shifting the slab and sending a cascade of dried beetle carapaces clattering to the ground. “Ugh! Gross!” Quaraun jumped back, furiously shaking his skirts. “Get them off me! Argh! Help! Bug guts! I’m covered in bug guts! Get them off me!” GhoulSpawn watched as the Pink Necromancer ran around the room, shrieking hysterically about bug guts on his dress. “How does he get anything done?” “He doesn’t.” BoomFuzzy laughed. “Ever noticed how neat and clean our lighthouse is?” “I had, actually.” “Him spend hours every day cleaning everything. Heaven forbid a speck of dust dare set foot in his house.” “Ain’t he supposed to be the world’s most feared super villain or something?” “Yep.” “How did he get that title when he acts like this all the time?” “Him acting like THIS all the time IS how him got that title, Ghouly. Think about it. Him waving that wand around blasting half this room apart. Think how much damage him does in a crowded city street acting like this.” “Yes. I see what you mean.” BoomFuzzy shoved the stone slab over some more. The clattering shells echoed in the stillness, sending a shiver through Quaraun. He frowned at the scattered beetle fragments, remnants of insects long since dead. BoomFuzzy peered over his shoulder, his face widening with mirth. “Ye afraid of the carapace too, now?” “Dead things carry diseases.” “Ya’re a necromancer. Dead things is what you deal with every day.” “I avoid touching dead things.” “What about me?” “What about you?” “I’m a Lich. That means I’m dead.” “Oh yeah. I keep forgetting about that.” Quaraun’s broom swung again, brushing the carapaces out of the chamber under the stone slab, revealing something unusual — a large, tattered scrap of parchment buried beneath a thick layer of dust. “Oh! What is this?” “Yis a necromancer who avoids dead things and forgets ya Lich husband be dead.” Quaraun ignored him, reaching cautiously into the small gap where the stone had rested. His fingers closed around a thin, crinkled sheet, weathered and brittle to the touch. -END OF SAMPLE 2
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 3START OF SAMPLE 3- BoomFuzzy stirred the bubbling cheese sauce with intense focus, the warmth of the dish filling the room, but his thoughts kept wandering. As his wooden spoon circled the pot, he couldn’t help but imagine how delicious Quaraun’s perfectly sculpted bottom would be… slathered in this cheese sauce. BoomFuzzy stopped stirring the bubbling melted cheese, while trying to decide what per cent of his time he would devote to Quaraun’s ass verses what per cent of time he would devote to cooking, if Quaraun’s ass and cooking food were the only two things he had to dedicate his life to. “Dude!” GhoulSpawn yelled, breaking BoomFuzzy out of his lustful thoughts. “You’re like, totally burning the cheese, man!” BoomFuzzy quickly pulled the pot off the burner, scowling. “Damnit! Quaraun’s fucking arse made me burn me cheese sauce. Now I have to start over.” Quaraun, who had been seated at the table, a slight frown on his face as he adjusted the silver chains that connected his ear to his nose, blinked in confusion. “What did I do? I was not even over there!” Quaraun exclaimed, confused by the accusation. “What are you talking about?” GhoulSpawn plopped down at the table beside Quaraun, grinning. “He was daydreaming about your butt instead of stirring constantly and destroyed the molecular structure of the cheese.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 4START OF SAMPLE 4- BoomFuzzy trotted through the snow as a lilac Shetland pony, his goggles fogged, his silver eyes swirling beneath them. With a POUF, he transformed mid-step, returning to his usual blind Lich self in a swirl of mist and swearing. “Why do you look like that?” Quaraun asked, narrowing his eyes at the absurd contraption BoomFuzzy wore. “What? This?” BoomFuzzy tapped his face. “Zombie-Eyed Goggles. Just picked ’em off some dead hiker what fell off the cliff.” Quaraun glanced down the side of the perilous cliff. “How did you find a hiker down there?” “Easy. I stole the goggles afore I threw him off the cliff.” “Human hiker?” “Aye.” “Oh. well that’s fine I suppose. Too many Humans in this world.” “Aye.” “Why was a Human wearing those?” “Don’t know. Didn’t ask. I were too busy hauling his arse to the cliff while him were screaming ‘NO DON’T KILL ME PLEASE!’ Though he did say something about shadow Demons in a cave.” -END OF SAMPLE 3
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 5START OF SAMPLE 5- “Do you have a permit to park it on the grass, sir?” The police officer asked BoomFuzzy. “What the fuck I need a permit for?” “Do you have a restaurant license?” “A what?” “Sir, I realize you are a tourist, so I’ll let you off with a warning, if you just pack up your things and move along.” “I am a chef. I feed the hungry, when the hungry flock to me food truck. These birds are flocking to me food truck.” “Sir, you can not feed the pigeons.” “Why?” “Because it is against the law, sir.” “Well, ya can take ya law and kiss me fucking chocolate arse!” BoomFuzzy then, quite deliberately, lifted the back of his kilt. Quaraun slapped his gloved hand to his face. The pigeons exploded into a flurry of wings and delighted cackles. “MOON’S OUT!” BoomFuzzy hollered. “ME ARSE’S IN BLOOM! HERE’S WHAT I THINK O’ YER SIGN!” The officers sputtered. One pulled out a clipboard and began furiously writing tickets. The other reached for his radio. “We need back up at Mechanic’s Park.” BoomFuzzy calmly adjusted his goggles, turned back to his food truck, and resumed flipping dumplings. “They love it, ye know,” he said to the pigeons. “Hot oil, crispy cabbage, no onions, none of that nasty shite that upsets me Elf.” Quaraun buried his face deeper in his robes. “If I pretend I am not with him, maybe the police will not notice me,” Quaraun muttered to himself. ...
Quaraun turned to look back.
“COME GET ‘EM, YA PASTY WHITE BUREAUCRATIC LEECHES!” The pigeons, now emboldened by performance art, had begun to poop. Everywhere. One particularly vengeful bird released its payload squarely on Quaraun’s shoulder. He screamed. “OH MY FUCKING GODS! IT IS IN MY HAIR! THERE IS PIGEON POOP IN MY HAIR!!” BoomFuzzy wheezed with laughter. “Ye’re blending in! The birdies like ye now!” “DO NOT MOCK ME! I HAVE JELLYFISH HAIR! IT IS TANGLED IN MY TENTACLES!” GhoulSpawn attempted to help by offering a napkin he had clearly just lifted from the police car’s glove-box. It was covered in ketchup. “NOW THERE IS KETCHUP IN MY PIGEON POOP!” Quaraun shrieked hysterically. “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU BOTH!” “You say that like it is not foreplay,” BoomFuzzy muttered. Quaraun stormed off in a trail of pink silks, slipped on a damp log, fell on his side, and lay there, defeated. “This day,” he moaned. “Is cursed.” A pigeon landed on his head and pooped on his face. “Of course you did.” ... “Everything is broken!” Quaraun hissed. “My pride. My hip. My mood. My damned dignity. All of it. Broken. I am pregnant. I am hungry. I have a litter of kits kicking my bladder. I need to take a piss. Unicorn is fighting with Human city guards—” “Police officers. They are called police officers here.” “And I have pigeon poop on me.” “Right, yes, okay, so, I’m gonna help you up now, just like, lean on me, okay? I mean, you’re not very tall, or strong, or uhm, your walker and your wheelchair are both in the food truck, you think you can get up with just your cane? I can support your weight and, like, be here, for you, emotionally, which maybe is helpful?” “I do not want emotional support,” Quaraun snapped. “I want a dry bench, a bowl of hot dumplings, and to never look at another pigeon police officer again.” “I think you mean a pigeon or police officer.” “I said what I said, now help me up.” “Yes, right, okay, helping you up now.” A thunderous SQUAWK answered him as an entire flock descended from the sky, lured by a pastry flung high into the air. BoomFuzzy was now running full manic circles around his pastel blue food truck, hurling crème-filled éclairs and glittering strawberry tarts with the reckless passion of a sugar-fuelled Fae tornado. Dreadlocks flying, kilt flapping, one legged hop-skipping between benches and trash cans. “GETCHA FLUFFY PASTRIES, YA FEATHERED FUCKWITS!” he screamed, laughing madly. “WHO’S A FAT WEE BIRDIE, EH? GET IT WHILE IT’S WARM, YA SKY RAT BASTARDS!” Two very confused police officers sprinted after him, trying and failing to pin him down. “Sir! You’ve been asked to cease feeding the wildlife!” “Wildlife?” BoomFuzzy shrieked. “These ain’t wildlife, ya uncultured twats! These are me loyal diners! Me flock! Me customers! They PAY IN PIGEON POETRY AND SHIT ON FASCISTS!” BoomFuzzy stopped just long enough to hurl a fistful of powdered sugar into one cop’s eyes before jumping on the food truck roof. He twirled dramatically, mooned them again, struck a pose like some unholy combination of ballet dancer and deranged pirate, then lifted both arms high. “I AM THE AVIAN KING!” he roared. “That there across the street is my palace.” “That’s North Dam Mill, sir.” “That is the Elf Eater’s Palace, ya lout.” “Should we call the psych ward?” one officer asked the other. “Who the fuck do you think I am?” “You’re food truck is illegally parked, sir.” “My...? I AM THE ELF EATER OF PEPPER VALLEY, LICH KING OF THE UNSEELIE COURT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” A gust of ice-charged wind erupted around him. Spectral pigeons, shimmering with frost and moonlight, clawed their way into existence from the ether. They flew directly at the parked police car, talons of ghostly blue scratching deep into the windshield. SCREEEEEECH! The tires popped. The engine coughed and died. A side mirror exploded into a puff of black feathers. “THEY'RE EATING MY CRUISER!” the first officer shrieked into his walkie-talkie. “Code... I dunno, bird attack! Full Alfred Hitchcock going down here. We need back up! Magic birds! The Lich summoned fucking MAGIC PIGEONS!” The second officer, clipboard clenched in one hand, didn’t flinch. “Sir,” he said, approaching the still-dancing BoomFuzzy. “You are in violation of five—no, now six—city ordinances. I’m issuing you a citation for public indecency, feeding pigeons in front of the no feeding of pigeons sign, food waste, conjuring spectral wildlife, damaging municipal property, verbal assault of law enforcement, indecent exposure of gluteal region, parking without a permit, selling food without a licence. Let’s see, that’s one, two, three,...dugh, dugh,... eight, nine... yep. Ten. Ten citations. Please tell me your name, social, date of birth, and address.” BoomFuzzy slid off the roof, landed in front of the cop with a thump, and pointed a pastry at him like a weapon. “Shove that clipboard up yer arse sideways and call it a poopsicle,” BoomFuzzy growled. “Ya bureaucratic slab o’ soggy pork.” Quaraun groaned as GhoulSpawn pulled him to his feet. “This is escalating.” “Uh, yeah, kinda rapidly,” GhoulSpawn nodded, wide-eyed, gripping the Elf’s waist and shuffling them back toward the food truck. “Boomie doesn’t like authority, does he?” “No, he is used to being the king. He is used to giving orders not taking them.” “And like, you know how close the station is, right?” “Station?” “The police station. Headquarters. It’s just up on Foss Street. I mean, I know it’s like, just two blocks away, and I don’t wanna sound alarmist, but we’ve got maybe ninety seconds before we’re surrounded by even more cops, and Boomie’s already committed a minor war crime.” “I told him not to feed the damned pigeons,” Quaraun muttered, half dragged, half limping toward the truck. -END OF SAMPLE 4
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 6START OF SAMPLE 6- “You stole from a shadow cave?” Quaraun stood suddenly, immediately lost his balance, and collapsed sideways off the bench. “DAMN IT! My hands do not work!” he wailed. “I can not push myself up! Why did I SIT on that…that…that… THING?!” Quaraun tried to rise, but only flailed helplessly in the snow. “Help me up! My legs are frozen!” BoomFuzzy casually pulled the Elf upright and dusted him off. “There. Better, my precious drama queen?” “No. I am going to kill you both and then myself, so I can haunt the fucking shit out of both of you!” “That’s the spirit.” GhoulSpawn looked down at the rusty chains, still twitching in his hands. “I think these are cursed.” “No shit,” BoomFuzzy muttered. “Can I keep them?” GhoulSpawn asked. -END OF SAMPLE 6
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 7START OF SAMPLE 7- Quaraun scowled at the vendor’s careless arrangement — heaps of red perfection spoiled by bruised, lumpy rejects. Caked clumps of dried grey clay flaked off the basket. He leaned on his cane, muttering about the lack of elegance. A perfect apple could be polished, then dipped in wax of resin and made into a lustrous charm to hang on his loom or a pigment for his silks. Yet the thought of dirt on his hands made him shiver. “Love, just pick one!” BoomFuzzy called, laughing. “Not until they sort this mess!” “What mess?” Cried the vendor. “This filth!” Annoyed, Quaraun jabbed his cane at the display. “Do you not care about presentation? Where is you artistry?” “My what?” “There is dirt on these apples.” “It washes off.” “You expect me to wash apples? Why would I pay for apples that needed washing, when I could get dirty apples for free along any road side meadow?” “Pay the man!” BoomFuzzy yelled, as he left the stand. “Do you expect me to pay for filth?” “No! I expect ya to pay for a basket of apples, so I can make pies for your privileged pampered fat white ass!” “There is dirt on that basket!” ... “You gonna pay me?” The vendor asked Quaraun. “No!” “Pay him, ya eejit!” Quaraun was still bitching about the vendor’s lack of artistic skill. BoomFuzzy made his way through the market, still lugging the apple basket. “Come back here with my apples!” “Pay the man ya stupid JellyElf!” “NO! I refuse! My gold coins are perfectly polished. I will not exchange them for dirt and mud!” BoomFuzzy threw an apple at Quaraun, hitting him in the back of the head. ... BoomFuzzy shouted something about pies, while Quaraun threw a temper tantrum about gold coins and dirt. GhoulSpawn wasn’t paying attention. They were always bickering. It was what married couples did. GhoulSpawn watched the apples, his scientific mind at work. He calculated their density, hypothesizing how many Newtons of force their skins could withstand before rupturing. The vendor was yelling. “Humans are so loud and rude.” The apple BoomFuzzy threw at Quaraun, dropped to the ground and rolled to GhoulSpawn’s hooves, and he absently picked it up, turning it over. “Strange design,” he murmured. “Evolution favoured this? Low shelf life, minimal nutritional value.” A pair of police officers came jogging over in answer to the vendors yells, but GhoulSpawn barely registered it. Quaraun punched a cop in the face. Two more officers wrangled him to the ground. BoomFuzzy transformed into a Unicorn and came galloping back to jab a third officer with his horn. GhoulSpawn stepped around them, staring at the apple in his hand. He saw potential — a biological battery, its acidic juices conducting electricity in crude experiments. “Come back here with my apple!” The stars would wait. This apple had possibilities. GhoulSpawn stuffed the apple into his pocket, already considering modifications for future tests. “Stop stealing my apples, you filthy non-Humans!” GhoulSpawn picked up another apple and walked off munching it. “Stop! Thief! There goes another one!” ... The cell in the police station was as filthy as the apples. Straw scattered across the stone floor, rusty water was dripping down the wall, and the stench of mildew clung to the air. Quaraun perched delicately on the edge of the lone wooden bench, glaring at BoomFuzzy, who leaned casually against the bars, grinning as though nothing had gone wrong. GhoulSpawn sat cross-legged in the corner, tinkering with a loose nail he’d pried from the wall. “This,” Quaraun hissed, his hysterical voice sharp enough to cut through the gloom. “Is entirely your fault, Unicorn.” “Mine?” BoomFuzzy let out a hearty laugh. “Love, you’re the one who wouldn’t pay the man for his bloody apples!” “I will not pay for dirt!” Quaraun snapped. “They was apples, Love. Not dirt. A basket of apples. Not a jar of dirt.” “And you stole the basket!” “Aye, and I was gonna bake ya a pie!” BoomFuzzy countered, tossing his dreadlocks over his shoulder. “Ya ungrateful wee JellyElf. I thought ya was just gonna give the man his coins. I didn’t know ya was gonna throw a hissy fit. In case your pampered white ass forgot, I happen to be Black! Cops are always looking for a reason to arrest me on that basis alone!” Quaraun crossed his arms, lips pursed in indignation. “My gold coins are polished. I will not hand them over for such filth.” “Coins are for spending, not collecting. Besides, the Goat was the one stuffing apples in his pocket!” “I’m a Sheep.” GhoulSpawn didn’t even look up. “And technically, the fault lies with the gravitational pull that caused the apple to fall and roll toward me. I merely followed the trajectory.” “You pocketed it!” Quaraun shot back, pointing accusingly at the Sheep Demon. “After he threw it at me!” “I was conducting experiments,” GhoulSpawn replied, unbothered. “Did you know apples can conduct a small electrical charge?” BoomFuzzy barked out a laugh. “See? The Goat’s the real thief!” “I’m a Sheep.” “Goat. Sheep. Whatever. Ya still stole the apple!” Quaraun groaned, clutching his head. “Why do I travel with you two imbeciles?” “Because ya loves us and canna live without us.” An officer approached the cell, banging a nightstick against the bars. “Keep it down in there! You’re disturbing the other prisoners.” “FUCK YOU YA FUCKING WHITE PIG!” BoomFuzzy yelled at the officer. “You’re lucky we got laws here,” the officer said. “If it was up to me we’d string all you Gypsy scum up on sight.” “How dare ya talk to me like that! I am King Gwallmaiic!” “Gypsy kings don’t hold no rank in these parts.” Quaraun rose, leaning heavily on his cane as he glared at the guard. “Do you know who I am?” “Some stuck up prissy Elf who’s travelling with a gang of Black Gypsies and been arrested for assaulting an officer while resisting arrest for apple theft,” the officer replied, unimpressed. “I did not steal any apples!” “You assaulted an officer of the law.” “He assaulted me first!” BoomFuzzy doubled over, laughing. “Oh, Love, ya ain’t gettin’ out of this one with yar fancy words! I’m Black and ya was in my company, that’s enough to get ya a life sentence in these parts.” “Enough!” Quaraun snapped, turning back to BoomFuzzy. “You will fix this, or I’m never eating another one of your pies again.” BoomFuzzy wiped a tear from his eye, still chuckling. “Fine, Love. I’ll bake ya a pie in here. Goat, grab us some straw. I’ll make a crust.” “I’m a Sheep. And making pie crust out of straw, while probably possible, is not going to taste very good, plus it’ll be unsanitary given the conditions of this room.” Quaraun sank back onto the bench, burying his face in his hands. “I am surrounded by fools and idiots. Idiots and fools.” “I thought I told you to shut up!” Quaraun grabbed his cane and swiftly limped back to the barred door, narrowing his icy blue eyes at the guard. “You dare speak to me in such a tone?” The guard, a stout man with a scraggly beard, smirked. “And what are you gonna do about it, fancy Elf? Pout me to death?” Quaraun’s silver hair shimmered in the dim torchlight as he reached into his robes, withdrawing his Rainbow Wand. The gem-encrusted rod glinted ominously as he raised it. “I’ve incinerated fools for less. Do not test me.” BoomFuzzy snorted, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall. “Love, maybe don’t turn the whole place into ashes? I don’t fancy spending the next century undead and buried under rubble.” The guard stepped closer, tapping his baton against the bars. “That’s a pretty stick you’ve got there, Elf. Why don’t you hand it over before you hurt yourself?” Quaraun’s grip tightened. His knuckles would have whitened if not for the gold sheen of his prosthetic hands. “Hand it over? Do you even know what this is? This wand has ended kings. It has — ” “Made a lot of noise,” GhoulSpawn interrupted from the corner. Quaraun turned, scowling. “What are you doing?” GhoulSpawn held up the nail he’d been fiddling with. “Picking the lock.” The guard laughed. “With that? You’ve got better odds of waiting for the next ice age to melt.” Click. The cell door swung open with a groan. BoomFuzzy burst out laughing, slapping his thigh. “Goat, yar a bloody genius!” “I’m a Sheep,” GhoulSpawn muttered, stepping into the corridor. The guard fumbled for his keys, but Quaraun moved faster, aiming his Rainbow Wand. A crackling bolt of multicolored light shot forth, exploding the baton into a shower of splinters. The guard yelped, diving for cover. “That’s what happens when you insult an Elf,” Quaraun declared, striding out of the cell with his cane clicking sharply against the stone floor. BoomFuzzy followed, still chuckling. “Love, yar dramatics are as shiny as yar wand. Let’s get outta here before the whole bloody city shows up.” GhoulSpawn led the way, his cloven hooves clacking softly as he navigated the dimly lit corridors. “We need an exit. Preferably one not swarming with guards.” Quaraun sniffed disdainfully. “I shall blast through any guards who dare approach.” “Or,” GhoulSpawn countered. “We could be smart and not announce our presence with fireworks.” BoomFuzzy slapped Quaraun on the back, nearly toppling him. “He’s got a point, Love. Subtlety’s not yar strong suit.” “I am subtle!” Quaraun protested, straightening his rhinestone encrusted neon pink silk robes. -END OF SAMPLE 7
And while we are here... let's answer the question of why is it so many prudes are convinced my series is Erotica and why so many virgins come away from my books 100% convinced they read a sex scene, even though the series is not Erotica and contains ZERO sex scene... it does however contain scenes like this:Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 8START OF SAMPLE 8- Quaraun ignored him. Too focused. This was delicate work. This was art. This was necromancy. Not your Sunday School bullshit. This was soul theft. This was communion with what should stay buried. This was why people feared him. BoomFuzzy laid the last crystal. Black tourmaline. Blood-soaked. Humming. “There.” He grinned, silver eyes glowing in the candlelight. “That ghost’s gonna pop out this ring like a titty swinging stripper out a cake.” Quaraun rolled his eyes. “Why are you like this?” “Because yer married me, JellyBean.” Quaraun did not smile. Just adjusted his wand. Polished glass shaft. Glowing dial. Turned it gold. BoomFuzzy whistled. “We goin’ Midas Touch tonight? Hell yeah, gimme that shiny ass hauntin’, baby.” Quaraun’s pupils shrank to slits. “Not gold for wealth. Gold for binding.” “Oh.” BoomFuzzy’s grin widened. “Kinky. Does it come in handcuffs with matching nipple clamps?” “You are impossible.” “I’m hard.” “I know. I can feel it. Back up and sit down.” BoomFuzzy flopped beside him. Cross-legged. Ready. Hungry. Horny. GhoulSpawn paced. “Something’s moving. I can see the air vibrating. That’s not normal. Nothing should vibrate like that. Something’s pushing back. It doesn’t wanna come.” Quaraun smiled. “Good. I want to break it.” -END OF SAMPLE 8
Sample scene that shows you his personality in story: 9START OF SAMPLE 9- “GhoulSpawn,” Quaraun said coldly. “Did you steal this silver dildo?” “Uhm... yes?” “Do you not know?” “Uhm...” “Why?” “It... looked expensive.” “Where was it?” “In the mayor’s bedroom.” “WHY WERE YOU IN THE MAYOR’S BEDROOM?” BoomFuzzy howled with laughter. “Ya fuckin’ goat! Knows what ya like!” “I’m a sheep,” GhoulSpawn corrected. “I’m an Ursurig, not a Satyr or a Faun or a Glavstig. We have the legs of sheep not the legs of goats.” “How can ya tell, ya all look alike?” “Can you focus?” Quaraun interrupted. “I did not ask for him to steal sex toys! I asked him to steal useful items.” “What? Ya saying sex toys ain’t useful?” BoomFuzzy asked while pointing an accusing finger to a box full of sex toys near Quaraun’s bed. GhoulSpawn adjusted his glasses. “I thought you might... appreciate it.” Quaraun blinked. Looked at the object. Looked at GhoulSpawn. Blushed. BoomFuzzy cackled. “Don’t act like ya ain’t keepin’ it!” “I am not keeping—!” “It’s pink,” GhoulSpawn said quietly. “And shinny.” “And used!” “Aye,” BoomFuzzy agreed. “And about to be used again.” Quaraun scowled. “Fine. But sterilize it first.” “Come, Ghouly, help me sterilize this. We got us an Elf to triple stuff.” -END OF SAMPLE 9
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Answering another question: "Wasn't this page different yesterday?"
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I'm an author. This is an author home page. It's about me, my life, my books, my hobbies, my home town, and anything else that applies to me and my life.
Since starting my writing career in 1978, I have written 130+ novels, 2,000+ short stories, 6,000+ non-fiction articles (ALL are found on this site), a few dozen stage plays, 12,000+ blog posts, and a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck (I only worked for Disney one year (in 2005) and only wrote a few stories for their Danish comic books).
NOTE: I ONLY write the Quaraun series (aka The Twighlight Manor series aka The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane). In recent years there has been an issue with impersonators trying to pass books off as written by me, notably several non-fiction and Erotica books. I write neither nonfiction nor Erotica.
ALL of my books and their cover arts are listed on my website here. Beware of any books you find claiming to be me. If the books are NOT listed here on my website, they are NOT my books.
In fiction works, I specialize in Weird/Bizarro Tales set in 40th century CyberPunk-Quasi Medieval, Cozy Dark Fantasy and Science Fiction worlds featuring an intersex Elf and his Faerie husband main characters. I DO NOT WRITE ANY OTHER SERIES - THIS SERIES IS THE ONLY ONE I WRITE.
Non-fiction (found ONLY here on my site) is daily updates of events in my life, and how-tos on how I write my novels.
I DO NOT write Erotica.
I DO NOT write books with HUMAN characters.
The Erotica books and books with Human characters, that you are finding, are written by scammers trying to impersonate me.
There is an ongoing FBI investigation into this matter. If you find any such books, please report them to FBI Agengt Andy Drewer @207–774–9322
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