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The Summoner of Darkness:

The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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



The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130

The Summoner of Darkness:

The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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


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The Summoner of Darkness is

an Epic Length Novel of more than 300,000 words

(500+ paperback pages)

This chapter is...

Word count: 2,794

or

9 paperback pages.



The Summoner of Darkness:

The Strange Village or I Love The Smell Of Decomposing Bodies In The Morning

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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

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"This is a nice village," Quaraun commented as he looked at the rolling hills and the well manicured juniper trees. "It's very warm. Inviting. Comforting."

"Ya likes it here, then?" Unicorn asked.

"I like the tower. This appears to be the village it goes with."

Quaraun pointed to the old lighthouse, which was standing at the far side of the village, casting a shadow over it, from it's precarious perch on the cliffs.

"The area is beautiful," Quaraun continued, looking around. "An elegant local for wealthy merchants, by the look of the houses."

"Aye, and slums along the docks, by the look of the waterfront."

"Where we're likely find a tavern."

"So avoiding, the safe side of town for the seedy side, eh?"

"Of course we are. Where else would I go?"

"How did ya go from aristocrate snotty pouf, to a drink chasing gutter slum rat?"

"I met you."

"Ah! Of course."

"You do realize I didn't drink before I met you?"

"Ya did nae knows what sex was neither."

Quaraun gazed out over the field, surrounding the village. Then looked back to the dense forest they had just immerged from.

"Still..." Quaraun said in a troubled voice. "Something feels wrong here."

"Eh?"

"These fields and the forest... they should be worked and yet we've not met a single woodsmen. Not one hunter. And now look at these fields. It's harvest season. They should be filled with workers, gathering the crops. Look those potatoes are ready for harvets. And so isn't the corn. And those pumpkins..."

Quaraun stopped talking when he saw the pumpkins.

"The pumpkins are following us again..."

"Pumpkins is no follow us, Quaraun. I just harvest season un everyone round these parts grows lots o pumpkins."

"This area is quiet and empty. And yet, look at the size and multitude of the houses ahead of us. This is quite a large city. Must be a thousand people in it at least, judging from the houses. Why are the fields empty?"

"Perhaps it is a holiday. Ya knows how Humans is with their Christy-mustnesses and stuff."

 "True. Humans do seem to be a lazy lot. Have a day off for every excuse under the sun. But I don't think that's it. Something's wrong. I can feel it. And it has something to do with that tower."

"The tower again?"

"Yes. It calls to me. And it shouldn't be doing that. There is strong magic at foot h