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November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

NEVER FORGET:

My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!

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FAQ: What are the most visited pages on this website and how many visits do they get?

Several years ago, I wrote an article on how to write different types of magic uses, or rather how I personally write various types of magic users within the context of my Quaraun books. Today that page is one of my top ten most visited articles. It gets 50 to 500 views/reads/hits/visits per day depending on the time of the years and has had over 200k visits total since it was published.

Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.

Writing Medieval Servants is my most visited writing related article with over 7MILLION reads.

This website was started in 1996 and has 1 to 3 new articles (all written by me, I am the only writer on this site) published almost daily. In 2017 we crossed ten thousand articles published. As of 2023, EACH article gets MINIMUM 10 to 70 reads PER DAY, with the high traffic articles getting 500+ reads per day.

And since December 2019, my website now gets three hundred thousand to 7 million reads per month - well over ONE HUNDRED MILLION PAGE READS PER YEAR, making it not only the single most trafficked site in the State of Maine, but also one of the most visited websites in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!

{{{HUGS}}} Thank you to all my readers for making this possible!

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 TRIGGERED! I'm a Straight Cis Woman, but I am deemed Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach, Are you too gay for the bigoted, minority harassing, white power, gay hating psychos of The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Too? 

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How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf?
| Writing Fantasy Books |
Character Creation

How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? 
| Writing Fantasy Books |
Character Creation

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.

What do you want to become? 
What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
Whatever you do, be your best at it!
And remember to have yourself a great and wonderfully glorious day!

~EK
EelKat.com
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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.

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

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

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

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

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

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

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

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

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

Are you proud of what you have done?

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

~EelKat

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

How can a violent Elf-hater develop feelings for an Elf? 
| Writing Fantasy Books |
Character Creation

Not sure if this helps, but I had a similar situation in a novel I wrote a few year back. Here's what I did with it. Maybe it'll give you some ideas what to do with yours?

The main character is an Elf, Quaraun. Weak, sickly little runt, not well liked by the other Elves basically because he's different. Left to his own, he'd probably be content to do nothing but grow roses, as that's what he likes to do. The other Elves think he's a girly sissy and beat him up, mostly to show off to each other and prove how great they are in front of girls. 

(So basically, jocks bullying the nerd to show off to cheerleaders sort of situation; only with Elves in the 900s medieval times.)

The scene with the captured horses comes from Forest of No Return

On the other side of the world, there is an evil Faerie King - King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, who, as his title implies, eats Elves. He's a vicious warlord, with a horrific army of all Elf haters, and for the past few decades, they've just marches across the planet finding Elf villages and razing them, taking the Elves prisoner, torturing them to death, then eating them.

Most every race on the planet wants The Elf Eater and his army dead, as they don't just kill Elves, they kill every body in their path who comes between them and the next Elf village as well. They move like a mindless machine, just as you describe your character, killing every Elf they meet.

Well, King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn - is a Phooka (a type of Dark Trickster Faerie) (he was raised a Phooka; but is actually half Aswang as well - his father was a Phooka his mother an Aswang) Aswangs are vicious blood sucking almost demonic shapeshifting Faeries from South Asia, for some unknown reason all Aswangs are female and breed with Phookas, likewise all Phookas are male and breed with Aswangs - Faeries are strange in this way, that they are able to be born always male or always female.

Phookas are one of the most bloodthirsty of all the Fae - they are born in the form of swamp dwelling black furred Shetland Ponies with gleaming silver horns, long talons instead of hooves, and sharp fangs, but can shapeshift into any form.

Phookas delight in pretending to be sweet innocent injured ponies, then when someone stops to help them, they turn back to there little demonic pony true form, viciously stab the person to dead with their horn, trapple their entrails under their feet to feel the blood swishing through their toes, the eat the person, saving the skull which they skewer onto their horn and wear like a crown on their heads.

Most Phooka eat Humans, but a few prefer Elves and are known as The Elf Eaters. Being one of the many a types of horned Faerie horses, they are sometime referred to as "Evil Little Unicorns"

Every one knows Gwallmaiic is just plain cruel, cold, heartless, and doesn't have a kind bone in him. No Phooka does.

Little known fact... Gwallmaiic is 2,000 years old, is struggling with failing health, is going blind, and hasn't been heading up his army for the past few decades. He just gallops along with them now, his general (evil Necromancer Gibedon the Great) does the killing. No one but the general knows this. No one knows WHO Gwallmaiic is, what he looks like, him being a shapeshifter appearing different to everyone.

So the army is slowly marching North, and another army (Humans) is headed to cross paths and stop them. The new army catches The Elf Eaters off guard, sneaking up on them when they are stopped to camp for the night. 3/4s of Gwallmaiic's army is slaughtered and the few that survive are chained with Faerie iron that forces them all into their true form and takes away their ability to shapeshift. So the Human army has this herd of little Shetland Ponies that are not really horses, but they don't know which one Gwallmaiic is.

Back to Quaraun... the Elf has fled the bullies yet again, runs off to hide by the river. The Elf loves horses, they are his favorite animals, and what does he see? An army, with a herd of tiny ponies all being abused and beaten up. Soldiers are out there whipping the horses, and trying to get them to say which one Gwallmaaiic is, but the little ponies are saying nothing. The horses are cut and bleeding and whinnying in agony, but refusing to turn on their King.

The soldiers decide, "If they won't tell us which one he is, all we can do is kill them all."

The little Elf, he doesn't know these are not real horses. He doesn't know this is the Phookan army of the Elf Eater and that one of these seemingly innocent little ponies is the Elf Eater himself.

All Quaraun knows is there are a bunch of soldiers beating up the tiny, little horses with their legs in chains and unable to escape the whips.

Quaraun creeps up to the far side of the row of horses. The one closest to the river, farthest from the yelling soldiers, is trembling from lose of blood, trying not to collapse. It's an old, silver eyed, sway backed pony with thick matted fur that has never seen a brush, it's mane and tail matted into wooly ropes. The pony looks half starved, it's skin sticking to it's ribs. Blood is oozing from it wounds. The pony is gasped, struggling to breath, and looks to be dieing.

While the soldiers argue, Quaraun sneaks up to the old wounded pony and washes it's wounds with the river water, trying to stop the bleeding. Quaraun always has candy with him and feeds it to the pony, then begins trying to remove the chains on it's legs. 

But then the Humans start killing the horses and the Elf is horrified at what he's seeing as the soldiers just go down the line mass slaughtering every horse in the group. Slicing their throats and stabbing their bellies with their swords.

Elves have magic psychic abilities, this one in particular more so then others, him being a wizard, and so Quaraun casts a spell that releases the ponies and kills the soldiers.

Now only a dozen or so of the horses are still alive, but they gallop off and run away, King Gwallmaiic among them. His army in vanquished and no longer able to reign terror. Most of them running separate ways.

The Elf goes back home, sad that the ponies have run away, and wishing that the one he'd been helping would have stayed with him.

The Phookas, now scattered to the wind, and the Elf Eater now alone, he realizes an Elf village must be near by so, takes the form of a half-Elf and follows Quaraun back to his village.

The Phooka follows Quaraun as Quaraun travels, following him for many years, finally catching up to him just outside of the Moon Elf village, in the Frozen Forest. 

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“You're King Gwallmaiic.”

“Aye. I is.”

“Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. Murderer of millions.”

“Ya knows who I be yet ya be no afeared of me. I likes that. I likes that a lot. Strange Elf ya is. Yis scared of so mony t'ings, yet ya does na run from me. Why is that, eh?”

“Why would I be scared of you? You're nothing but a Faerie.”

"No t'ing but a Faerie. Aye. King the Fae I is. Most feared creature on this planet, un ya has no fear of me. Why ya no fear me?"

Quaraun knew that he was facing the infamous black hearted King of the Faeries, himself, and were Quaraun any other Elf, he would have been trembling in fear, but Quaraun had a bad habit of being scared of things he had no reason to fear, and not fearing the things he should.

"You're a Faerie. Faeries are useless gutter trash. Scum of the Earth. Almost as bad as Demons. No one who knows anything about Faeries has any reason to fear them. They resort to illusions, pranks, and trickery. They can't hurt you if you don't eat their food."

"True. But then ya can ne'er be sure ya has no eaten Fae food."

The little Phooka walked slowly around the Elf as he spoke. As short as Quaraun was, the Phookan king was several inches shorter, barely coming up to the Elf's shoulders.

“I can rarely get this close to ya.”

“Implying you've been close to me before?”

“Mony times,” the Phooka breathed as he moved close to the Elf, stepping up on his toes and kissed Quaraun's ear. “Und so lovely ya be. This be closest I has ever been to ya. I has wanted to touch ya for so mony years. Ya has ne'er let me get this close before.”

“I've never seen you before.”

“Oh ya have. Ya just do'na knows it. I be shape shifter. I be anything. Anyone. I be mony. I try for years to get close to ya, but ya be skittish un run away, every time.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“If I were gonna kills ya, I would already has done it. I wants to fuck ya not kill ya. I is ever devoted follower. Pretty Pink JellFish, loveliest of all creatures. She went missing. To where no one knows. Rumour has it, she got implanted inside a Moon Elf. Pretty female goddess. Ruler of the galaxy. Imprisoned by the DiJinn. Escaped. Captured again. Now imprisoned inside the body of an Elf. I has done followed her for centuries. She went missing decades ago. I has mourned her loss ever since. Now I has found her again. She lives inside of yas. I worship the ground ya walks on. I always have. I always will. Before ya hads a body I could no touch. Now ya has a lovely body waiting to be fucked.”

"You think I'm the Sacred Pink JellyFish?"

"Aye."

"You're insane."

"Aye. But I loves ya still the same. Pretty little Quaraun. Yis insane yarself. Quaraun the Insane. Is that not what they calls ya?""

Quaraun did not know why, but he felt no threat from the creature and so made no move to get away, as the little Faerie pressed it's warm body close against him. Though Quaraun was a very short Elf, the Faerie was even shorter than he was and stood on the Elf's feet, then rose up on his toes to be eye level with the Elf. The Phooka was pushing his hard erection between the Elf's legs and it was arousing Quaraun, much more then he wanted to admit. Gingerly, Quaraun put his hands on the Phooka's chest and pushed him back a few inches.

“How do you know me?”

“I has hunted ya for years. Could ne'er catch ya. Then one dae I were wounded un ya saved me life.”

“I do not remember that.”

“And also I will never forget it. Nor will I fail to remember how ya saved, rescued, un protected what were left remaining o me army. I has worshiped thee faithfully for centuries un ya saved me when I could nay be saved."

"You think I'm a god?"

"Aye. Though me army does not."

“Your army?” Quaraun looked around at the motley crew of various Dark Fae, Dark Elves, Blood Elves, and undead creatures, which were gathering to watch what their leader would do to the young Moon Elf. “I have never seen your army before.”

“Ya did. In the desert of the Di'Jinn. Ya saw us. Ya fed us. And the Di'Jinn unleashed their terror upon us, ya unleashed ya terror upon them. We be indebted to ya. We'd all be dead now, were not for ya.”

“I don't know what your talking about.”

“Ya's an Elf after me own 'eart. Some dae ya will remember what ya did for the wee little ponies un when ya does, I shall be waiting for ya. Come Gibedon, we leave.”

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~Scene from BoomFuzzy 

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The very old pony that Quaraun had helped, was Gwallmaiic who truly was old, going blind, and crippled. He had been slowly distancing himself from his army, letting his general take over. Gwallmaiic would not have run with the army much longer, even had they not been captured. He was too old and the others would have abandoned him and left him behind the moment he fell to the way side.

Gwallmaiic was curious to find out why the little Elf had helped him. But after meeting up with the Elf outside his village, appearing now in a Human form, Gwallmaiic realized the Elf did not recognize him as having been the pony.

Next day the Elves find a gingerbread house in the forest just outside their village and a little, old, crippled, elderly half-Elf selling candy (which is drugged).

Once a few Elves have eaten the candy, they are passing it out to other Elves and soon no one is noticing that every week 1 or 2 Elves are going missing. That they head to the gingerbread house to buy candy and never come back out.

Quaraun, being a wizard, can see through the Faerie's illusion and sees the gingerbread house for what it really is, but none of the other Elves believe him when he tells them, and the Phooka just laughs at Quaraun's attempts to warn the others a Phooka is in their village.

No longer able to mass slaughter Elf villages without his army, the Elf Eater has changed tactics but is still eating Elves.

On multiple occasions he witnesses the Elves making sport of bullying the little Elf whom had rescued him. He thinks nothing of it at fist, but begins to realize why the Elf had been alone that day, and begins to feel pity for the Elf, remembering his own childhood.

Phookas and Aswang are not known for their skills as parents. Children are often seen as competition for food and may be killed by parents or older siblings. As a child Gwallmaiic had fallen ill. The clan moved with the weather, and with winter coming on, they packed up and moved to warmer climate. The young Phooka had had trouble keeping up. Slowly he fell behind his family, but was still in the caravan, but soon he fell to the end, and before long was trailing far behind, desperately trying to catch up to his tribe, begging for on of the adults to help him. Burning up with fever, the young boy collapsed from exhaustion and when he woke up, he was still lying in the road and the tribe was gone. They'd left him behind, because he had not been strong enough to keep up.

Gwallmaiic was only a small child, 5 or 6 years old. Still very sick, and now terrified and on his own, the young boy followed the road for days hoping to be reunited with his clan, but they were gone. For weeks he wandered aimlessly, not knowing where they had gone, and finally winter arrived, with it's frigid sub zero winds and endless blizzards. The snow was waist deep and the boy could travel no more. Lost, cold, and alone, the abandoned child somehow survived the winter, but the experience made him mean, angry, bitter. Had his family not abandoned him, he likely would not have grown up to become the tyrant warlord who slaughtered all the Kings in the Realm of Fae and crowned himself King of Fae.

As he watched the other Elves beating up the little Elf, anger burned in his heart, for he remembered how his own tribe had treated him, and thus he identified with the little abused Elf and began to feel pity for him.

One day a blizzard hits the village hard, and Quaraun is chased out into it by the bullies. He stumbles around lost until he finds the gingerbread house and goes inside to wait out the storm. The Elf Eater, now using the name BoomFuzzy, has just killed an Elf so no reason to kill another, and recognizes this as the Elf that had saved his life, so spends the night talking with the Elf and realizes the Elf is sad, lonely, and has no friends. He starts thinking "I know the feeling, I'm alone now too." He ends up inviting the Elf to sleep in his bed to keep warm, as the blizzard is frigid cold.

And that therefore brings us to the worst possible crime that could be committed in Moon Elf society: Sexual Relations with non-Elves. Or even to have sex with an Elf that is any race of Elf other then a Moon Elf.

The Moon Elves believe (without proof or evidence) that they are the purest, most god-like, of any being in all creation, by virtue of their being the whitest skinned, whitest haired species or race known to exist. They are a race of Elves made up entirely of albinos. While every one knows the High Elves are known for being a little odd and are prone to delusional arrogant self images of grandeur, the Moon Elves in particular, take this to levels that go beyond insanity. The most fanatical extremists of all the aristocratic High Elves, Moon Elves glorify their whiter then white pure whiteness taking their white Elf pure blooded superiority to levels of the utmost extreme, to the point that they kill at birth all none albino babies, and then turn on the mother accusing her of having bedded with a non-Moon Elf. If a Moon Elf toddler starts acting emotional or not Elf-like, the father will kill the child, claiming it was a Faerie Changeling, then kill the mother claiming she was an adulteress who bedded with a Faerie.

The actual crime was not "adultery" but rather "muddying the blood" or taking a risk at creating a half-Elf. Moon Elves claim to have the purest, most direct bloodline to god, and to defile the purity of their divine blood is the worst sin that can be committed.

In the case of Quaraun, he was caught in bed with a what they thought was a half-Elf/half-Faerie. Even though the Fae was a male and no chance of creating a half-Elf from two males bedding together, this did not matter. All that mattered was Quaraun was a Moon Elf and the person in his bed with him was not, the non-Elf's gender was not taken into consideration. Also not taken into consideration was the time, place, or conditions... it was a blizzard, the two had become trapped in a storm, they had slept huddled together to keep warm through the storm. They had not had sex and were just sleeping together because it was a very cold winter night. But there was no explaining this to an angry mob, because one was a Moon Elf and the other a Faerie and that was the only thing anyone saw.

The Faerie escaped the mob, and fled to the forest, not realizing what was about to be done to the Elf else he would have stayed to prevent it, but he was unfamiliar with Moon Elf ways. Quaraun was dragged out of bed, stripped naked, dragged through the street by horse, taken to a tree at the center of the village, hung upside down by his ankles, and left there for 5 days while the villagers threw rocks at him, hit him, beat him with sticks, cut him with knives, etc. His own father took a knife and mutilated his genitals leaving him nearly castrated, then sliced his belly open pulling his entrails out of him. When it became obvious Quaraun was near death, they took him down, dragged him out into the forest, near where an Elf Eating Phooka had been sighted, and used him as bait in a trap to try to catch the beast.

Unknown to the Moon Elves is what type of Fae it had been, that they had found in bed with Quaraun. What they saw was a little old man, a tiny half Elf half Faerie, whom they likely assumed to be a Leprechaun or FarDarrig. That they were setting up a Phooka trap, nearly at the front door of the old candy maker's gingerbread house, was completely overlooked by them.

Quaraun survived as the Faerie returned, emerging from his gingerbread house to see what it was the Elves were doing in his front yard... the mob by that point (it had been 5 days) was calmed down quite a bit and only a few of them were still at it. When the old crippled little Half-Elf toddled out of his gingerbread house, limping along on a seemingly lame leg, looking like harmless Phooka bait himself, he asked the Moon Elves what they were doing, they explained to him "We're catching a Phooka, go back to your candy shop, we'll deal with you later."

To which the tiny old man replied "What if the Phooka you seek loves the Elf you've used for bait and is unhappy with how you've treated his lover?"

The Elves started laughing, but the old man, being a shapeshifter, melted away to reveal he was in fact King Gwallmaiic, the demonic black Unicorn they were trying to catch, King of the Faeries and the Elf Eater himself. Before the Elves had time to react, the Elf Eating Phooka slaughtered the Elves in the mob, turned into a giant fire breathing Friesian stallion and trampled them under his hooves, then eat them and galloped off laughing hysterically with their heads skewered on his horn.

Never trust a Unicorn - their innocence is a facade.

Or little old men with gingerbread houses - as no one who was not evil, ever lived in a gingerbread house.

(This scene comes from the novel titled "BoomFuzzy" btw.)

Quaraun would have died from his injuries that day, but the Faerie King used Fae magic to put the wounded Elf in a RipVanWinkle-coma-like sleep which lasted for several months, while he tended to the Elf's wounds. As it turned out, the Faerie King was not as evil as rumours said he was and the Phooka had great compassion for any wounded beast he encountered, and even though he normally ate Elves, was appalled by the way the Elf had been treated by his own kin.

When Quaraun woke up after the spell was lifted, he thought it was only minutes later and that the mob was still after him, not realizing his attackers were dead. He was traumatized out of his mind, so mentally deranged with fear that he was unable to function in society any more (thus why he became called "Quaraun the Insane").

The Faerie King, seeing that the poor Elf would never be able to return to Elf society, and realizing that it was his fault this had happened to the Elf, and remembering that this was the same Elf that had saved his life, kept the now insane Elf as his pet/lover, thus the accusation that had been false, became true after the fact.

BoomFuzzy took care of the wounded Elf, remembering that no one had been their for him, when his tribe abandoned him and left him to die. He could not bear the thought of seeing someone else suffer as he had done, alone, abandoned, unloved, unwanted, cast out, and left behind. He identified with the poor wounded Elf, knowing the mental anguish of having no one care if he lived or died.

Gwallmaiic had not intended on keeping the Elf, but when Quaraun woke up deranged, terrified, and clearly with far more then just his body broken, but his mind and soul broken as well, the old Phooka could not bear to leave the Elf alone, knowing he'd not survive. Gwallmaiic had survived on his own, because he'd been raised by vicious fighters. He had known how to survive. But Quaraun was a weak little Elf who'd never done anything but grow roses and eat candy and now he was too terrified to do even that.

Since then Quaraun became afraid to sleep, going days on end refusing to sleep and sleeping only when he finally collapses from exhaustion. At which point his Phookan lover watches over him and protects him. Quaraun suffers from serious PTSD, and though he is himself an Elf, he now has a phobia of Elves and avoids contact with them, becoming a wandering vagabond wizard, living on the run, always fearing another mob is just around the corner waiting to kill him. He was deeply traumatized. He walks a dozen or more miles every day, obsessively unable to stop walking, for fear if he does, he'll be attacked again. The Phooka never leaves his side, going with him wherever he travels.

Most Elves do not survive an ordeal like this. Quaraun is one of the few known, to have not been killed by this method. Many said, that due to his mental state after, it would have been better had he not lived through the punishment, as his quality of life had been reduced to his being terrified to be alive and always running from shadows, frightened out of his mind of every sight and sound that passes near him.

So, yeah, that's how I took a cold blooded killer who hates Elves and turned him into a relatable character who took on an Elf as his lover.

Not sure if you could do something like that for your characters or not.

The evil/mean/hateful one gets injured/hurt/captured and the one he hates rescues him, them later he sees his rescuer hurt and returns the favour resulting in their getting talking and getting to know each other and start to identify with each other realizing they've both suffered losses, and so a friendship forms out of that.

What you have done with your character is shown them as evil, vengeful, pitiless, and not worthy of your readers compassion. This is what it takes to be a villain. Your character must be so revolting that no one, not even you readers, could ever love her.

However, that is only one side of her. Now that you've convinced your readers, she's a worthless, cold hearted piece of shit that your readers can't wait to see slaughtered by the hero...

... all of a sudden you make something really bad happen to the big bad meanie. The readers is cheering you on: "Yes! The bitch is gonna get what's coming to her! Kill the fucking, murderous bitch!"

And then you pull a fast one on your readers and get inside the evil bitch queen's head, and show the reader what she's feeling... her confusion and fear... suddenly they see she's not the big bad bitch they thought she was. She's nothing but a frightened little girl. Well, now you are pulling on their heart strings, because they know she's the evil bitch but they can't help but feel sorry for her. She's thinking about all the horrible things that happened. The reader is crying along with her now. Remembering the horror of her family dying. Now they start the feel pity for her, realizing she's been through hell. No more are they cheering her defeat, now they start cheering her triumph, going: "I know what it's like! I've been there too. Go get 'em!"

At the same time, your hero comes in and sees this side as well. He sees her not as a monster but as someone who he can identify with. Now that she's been cut down, he can see her as a comrade, as someone not quite as over the top big bad evil as he at first had seen her to be. He starts to care about her, and takes this opportunity, while she's down, to help her.

At first she just takes her chance and leaves, but as the days go by, she's thinking about the boy who helped her and wondering: "Why? Why did he do it? Why would someone like him, help someone like me? Maybe the Humans all bad after all. Maybe he's different. I can't stand this. I have to know. Why did he help me. I gotta go back. I gotta find him. I have to know why he didn't kill me like the rest of those shit head bastard Humans would have done."

Now she goes back and, what does she find? His own people have turned on him, now it's her turn to help him and repay the favour. She helps him, they both escape. Now what? They get to talking, get to know each other, realize that each is not as bad as the other had at first thought. Love blossoms. And your Human hater now finds herself in love with a Human.

Well, that's what I did with the story of BoomFuzzy to bring an Elf hater into a romance with an Elf. Not sure how that set up would work in your story, but it's one way to go with it at least.

Good luck with it.

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On Writing The Quaraun Series

The Complete Index To Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Moon Elf Society, But Was Afraid To Ask;

or

The Zaharam-Chapelle-Parunas  Ethnographical World Building Questionnaire

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World-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Creating a 1400's Fantasy World For Time Traveling Wizards
2. How Your Degree Affects Your World Building
3. How would you explain your Fantasy world to a stranger?
4. In what order do you create your world?
5. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
6. The Cover Art Gallery 

Weird-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Why is there a kitchen sink in my pocket?
2. Twerking Dragons - The Joys Of Writing with A Voice Recorder
3. The Saco River Curse
4. What The Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)

Building A Magic System In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Wizards vs Witches vs Sorcerers: How are they different?
2. Magic Systems and How to Build Them
   
3. Necromancy: How will resurrection affect society as a whole?
4. Spell-casting Side Effects of Magic
5. Necromancy FAQ - A Real Necromancer Compares Fantasy Necromancy With The Reality
6. Colour Magic - Gypsy Style
7. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
8. Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels

Plotting & Writing Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Ernest Hemingway Style of Writing Literary Fiction Used In Epic Fantasy Novels
2. Do you write a novel start-to-finish?
3. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
4. Should I plan for ending or just keep writing?
5. NaNoWriMo Overachievers: How did you do it?
6. How Long is 50,000 Words?
7. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
8. How long does it take to hit 1667 words?
9. Average Typing Speed

Character Creation In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? 
2. Phookas
3. Writing Medieval Servants: Their jobs
4. Writing Albinos With Medical Accuracy
5. FAQs About Quaraun
6. Transgender, Transsexual, Transvestite, or Intersex

Writing Sex In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. How To Write Hot Sex?
2. The Amazon Adult Dungeon
3. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2015 Answer)
4. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2017 Answer)
5. Suicide, Rape, & Abuse 

Disabled Characters In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. On being a handicapped CosPlayer at PortCon Maine 2017
2. Quaraun & Autism In Fantasy Novels
3. On Writing A Clinically Insane Character Accurately, While Avoiding The Psychopath Stereotype
4. Autistics Have Feelings Too & Diverse Books Rant

Drug Use In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
2. High, High Elves: Elves on Opium | Drug Use 

Horror In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Why do Lovecraftian beings come to earth?
2. Writing Horror That Features Violence Against Children 
3. Writing Stuff That Churns Your Gut
4. Twighilight Not Twilight

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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.

~EelKat

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Author Interviews
On Writing The Quaraun Series:

1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

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Author Interviews
On CosPlaying The Quaraun Characters:

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Author Interviews
Reacting To Old Orchard Beach's
White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
Of The Quaraun Series:

1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here:  https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.

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