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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 3 
(usually - I keep renumbering these)
BoomFuzzy

I loved my children
but I loved BoomFuzzy more

BoomFuzzy

I loved my children but I loved BoomFuzzy more



By Wendy C Allen


BoomFuzzy

I loved my children but I loved BoomFuzzy more

 The night air was chilly of the crackling fire warmed Quaraun comfortably. Crickets chirped and Quaraun smiled up at the stars. He was glad for the quiet evening. Life had been hectic for far to long. While a few Moon Elves continued to tease him, most were too scared of his temper and his wand, to bother him. The last Elf to antagonize the Necromancer, found himself attacked by a flock of purple vampire bats that had leaped out of Quaraun's wand. After so many years being victimized by the town bullies, Quaraun finally had the upper hand.

Several years had passed since BoomFuzzy died. Quaraun rarely slept in the castle these days. Nor did he sleep in his shop any more, instead he had built himself a tent and set it up when BoomFuzzy's gingerbread house had been, and lived in it there.

The tent was as gaudy and impractical as his clothes were and every bit bright pink. It was made out of eight alternating panels of bright fuchsia and pale pink. It looked like a small round circus pavilion tent by six feet tall and not much wider around. Inside however the tent was vast, as big as castle and with as many rooms, every one of them decorated in varying shades of pink.

On warm nights like this one, Quaraun stayed outside and sat around a campfire. Tonight was such night. It was a beautiful clear starry night, but suddenly the stars vanished as black clouds rumbled overhead. A bolt of lightening flashed across the sky. Quaraun was blinded momentarily as the campfire surged up into the air. When the flames settled down the middle of the flame opened a portal door to a black abyss. Out of the hellish abyss stumbled a black robed figure.

Quaraun fell backwards and crawled away from be strange apparition. The creature stood for a moment and then turned to face Quaraun. The being had no flesh on it's bones. The skeleton reached it's bony hand towards the frightened Moon Elf. The undead thing opened it's mouth to speak but no words escaped it's bony jaws.



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 The creature tried again to speak, as decay began eat away at the bones. The undead beast shuddered as it's eyeless gaze shifted from Quaraun to it's disintegrating hand. Weakness overcame the skeleton as it sunk to one knee. The beast struggled to stand but its bones turned to dust and blew away.

"BoomFuzzy..." Quaraun whispered.

Immediately the fire settled back to normal and the clouds disappeared, Quaraun sat up and looked around. Everything was as it had been minutes earlier. The event was so strange and inexplicable that Quaraun wondered if he had dozed off and dreamed the whole thing. The episode chilled Quaraun to his bones, as the horrible thought swept into his mind, that the undead apparition he'd just seen was BoomFuzzy. Terror filled the Elf as he began to wonder what had become of BoomFuzzy's soul.

The peaceful relaxed feeling of tranquillity Quaraun had felt earlier was now gone. Swept away and replaced by the dead fear that his beloved BoomFuzzy was trapped in some horrible burning abyss of the neither world.

Quaraun had studied Human mythology and knew of their stories of Heaven and Hell. He had not believed the tales, but a terrible lingering fear that BoomFuzzy was evil and may be being punished in a burning lake of fire entered Quaraun's poor tormented mind.

Quaraun quickly put the fire out and retreated to his tent, to spend the rest of the night in his library pouring over books, looking for anything which might tell him what it was he had seen. Quaraun's weak heart raced with fear, panic, and dread and before long the Elf collapsed.

In the castle there were servants to look after him.

With the Di'Jinn, the Thullid had taken careful care of the frail little Elf.

With BoomFuzzy, the Phooka had doted on his beloved companion.

  







 But now Quaraun was alone and there was no one to tend to him when he passed out. No one to stay at his side or cover him with a blanket or keep him safe. Quaraun was alone, without caretakers, in frail heath. Quaraun's mental ability had never been well. Stupid, he wasn't, but slow to think and slow to remember to take care of his basic need, that he was. Remembering to eat or sleep, was something that he often forgot. Since the fracturing of his mind, after the damage done to to soul bond, Quaraun had become more forgetful of taking care of himself, than he had been. He often went to long between meals, too long without water, and too many days between sleep. Because of this the fainting spells had grown far worse then they had ever been.

Quaraun lay passed out on the floor for many hours before he awoke. Once awake again, he took no thought to care for his own health and immediately went back to flipping through books searching for answers.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. Years turned into decades.

As time passed Quaraun became more and more obsessed with hoarding up books on Necromancy, Death, Undeath, and Reincarnation. He became obsessed with the idea of eternal life and resurrecting the dead. Quaraun pressed forward in his studies with only one goal in mind: to bring BoomFuzzy back to life.

BeaLuna often visited Quaraun, but Quaraun rarely noticed. He was too lost in his studies to notice much of anything that went on around in anymore.

"Quaraun," BeaLuna said one day. "It's not good for you to live like this."

'My life is what it is, Bea."

"But you don't sleep and you rarely eat."

"I'm an Elf, we can go without. "

"Not like this, Quaraun working yourself thin and you were never in good health to begin with."

"My health is of little importance."

"That's not true."

"Of course it is. Ask anyone in the village . They are all quick to say I am waste of life and don't deserve to live. There isn't anyone in this village who doesn't want me dead."

"Quaraun, the Moon Elves are bigoted self righteous snobs."

"I'm a Moon Elf. "



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 "You're not like the others, Quaraun. You don't belong here. You're not happy here. You were happy with the Di'Jinn. You liked living with them."

"I liked living with BoomFuzzy."

"Quaraun, BoomFuzzy's dead. You have more past that."

"We were soul bonded. I can't move past it."

"They say there one healers who can fix that."

"I don't want it fixed BeaLuna. I want BoomFuzzy back."

"Quaraun, he's dead. He ain't coming back, You have to learn to accept that. People are worried about you."

"No me around here cares about me, BeaLuna."

"I care."

"You're a Gnome. You care about everything. It's in your blood."

"Quaraun, please, just come outside."

"There's nothing outside I want to see BeaLuna."

"You haven't left this tent-thing in weeks."

"I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

"I'm going to resurrect BoomFuzzy."

"Quaraun. Your family loves you."

"No one loves me. My wife and my father are plotting to kill me. The king is old and ill. They are waiting for him to die and me to be made king, so they can slit my throat and take the throne. They can have it. I don't want it. All I want is BoomFuzzy back. I want nothing else. BoomFuzzy is the only person who ever loved me and they killed him and now they are planning to kill me. But I won't let them."

"No ones plotting to kill you Quaraun. They didn't kill BoomFuzzy, he killed himself. Quaraun there was something wrong with him. He wasn't mentally stable. I think he would have killed himself no matter what your family did. I mean, he talked about death all the time. And you said it yourself he was a Necromancer."



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 "I loved him."

"I know you did. We all know that. Every one knows that, Quaraun. You've been terrorizing the Elves with that wand of yours, every time any body mentions BoomFuzzy's name. Your father is really sorry about what happened. He really is. I know you don't want to hear it but he really is. Quaraun all those things the villagers did to you... they were drugged. BoomFuzzy had the whole village high on poppy milk. He was poisoning the food supply. It's why the whole village went nutty for a while. They wouldn't have beaten you the way they did other wise. I know you really don't want to hear this, but BoomFuzzy cased that. If he hadn't been here, none of that would have happened. They are really sorry about what they did to you, they are, they really are. You need t open your eyes and see that. Your father is so sorry for what he did to you. He loves you and never wanted to hurt you like this."

"Hurting me is all he has ever done, long before BoomFuzzy ever showed up. He cut my hair before BoomFuzzy was here. He murdered my mother years before BoomFuzzy was here. The king had to send me away when I was a child, because my father was trying to kill me."

"Your wife loves you."

"That self righteous bitch is not my wife. I never even married her! The whole thing was a scam. She doesn't love me, she tells me that every chance she can get. She wants me dead. She can't wait for me to be dead. She can't wait for the king to die, so I can be made king and she can kill me and take the throne."

"You have children with her..."

"She raped me to get those children. I want nothing to do with her."

"Your children love you."

Quaraun sat down and stared at the floor.

"I know they do. And I love them. It makes what I have to do so very hard."







 "They need a father in their lives. I know you love your children, Quaraun. I've seen you with them. You're a good father. They miss you. They are innocent in all this. They'd never hurt you. They wouldn't. You know that. Go back for them. They need you."

Quaraun could not come up with an argument to that. He did love his children, and they adored him. Quaraun was very good father. Quaraun with his own childlike ways was very good with children. His wife did not approve of the way he raised them. Quaraun was very lenient with them and allowed them to do whatever they wanted. After having been so brutally disciplined by his own father, the gentle and timid Quaraun never raised either hand or voice to his children. But as much as Quaraun loved his children, he loved BoomFuzzy more, and it was because of the children that he now separated himself from the village. He couldn't bear to grow more attached to the children, then he already was. And the less time he spent with his children, the more time they spent with their mother, who hated BoomFuzzy, even though she had never meet him.

The she-Elf had in fact tried to make the arranged marriage work. She did everything she could think of to please her husband and make him happy, but his contempt for her only grew as his obsession with BoomFuzzy spiralled out of control. Frustration mounted and soon the young she-Elf grew to burn with hatred for the dead man she had never meet. Who this BoomFuzzy was, she did not know nor did she care. All she knew is that he was what prevented her husband from loving her. He was the one who prevented her husband from making love to her. She soon decided this BoomFuzzy was the cause of all of her problems and spent every waken minute bemoaning the woe is me of how terrible BoomFuzzy had made her life.

With Quaraun now gone for weeks at a time, retreating to his tent and not emerging for sometimes months to time, his wife took to telling ever increasingly vengeful tales of the terrible BoomFuzzy. Tales she told to her children as bedtime stories.

Quaraun loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more, and as the hundneth anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death neared, Quaraun's poor fractured mind as fast reaching a breaking point unlike anything any one in the village could have ever imagined.



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 On BeaLuna's urging, Quaraun finally packed up his tent and tucked it away inside the tiny heart shaped pocket that it in no way should have fit into and returned to the castle once again. The four Elflings were overjoyed to see their father. The she-Elf too could not hide her delight of seeing her husband's return. But Quaraun was gloomy and moody and more depressed then ever and brushed off the hugs and kisses and warm embraces his family had for him.

Back at the castle Quaraun continued doing the same things he had done in the tent and was completely shut off from the others. Even when he was with them, he wasn't with them. Locked away inside his head, Quaraun rarely acknowledge there was anyone in the room with him. Only the children could get his attention, but even then, it was not what it was before.

It was a rare occasion that his wife could get his attention. He went out of his way to ignore her more then anyone else. One day, when she was quite fed up with his ignoring her, she walked up to him, grabbed his giant leather bound books and flung them across the room.

"Do you ever do anything other then read those ridiculous books?"

"They're not ridiculous."

"They magic books, which means they're forbidden. You know the laws."

"And when the king dies, I will rewrite the laws."

"You'll do no such thing."

"No?"

"No!"

"Are you gonna stop me?"

Quaraun got up to retrieve his book.

"You will never be able to rule these people, you never get your nose out of books long enough."

"At least I'm not illiterate like you."

"There is no point in books."

"There is every point in books, you are just too stupid to know it."

"You loved BoomFuzzy quiet a lot, didn't you?"

"Yes. I did."

"Why?"

"He was kind to me. No one else ever was. He didn't tease me or bully me. He never hurt me or hit me of forced me to have sex with anyone I didn't want to be with. He was different."

"Did you share a bed with him?"

"Yes."

 "Why can you not share a bed with me?"

"I do not love you."

"You won't even try."

"I could have tried, if he hadn't died. He had multiple lovers, I don't think he would have objected to me doing the same. Were he still alive, I would bed with you. But he is dead."

"Quaraun, I don't understand that at all. You're so lonely. You ache for someone to love you and I willing to love you, why do you reject me?"

"I had known you for less then five minutes, before you raped me and said you were only with me, to get to the throne. As soon as I am king, you are going to kill me. You're a rapists who plots to murder me and I can not get that out of my head."

"Quaraun, I didn't know you then. I didn't want to marry you any more than you wanted to marry me. But we are stuck with each other, can we not try to make the best of it?"

"I cannot let myself love you."

"Why?"

"Because I fear, if I learn to love you, I'll forget to love BoomFuzzy. I fear that if I forget him, even for a single day, his soul will be lost forever. He's still out there. Wandering between the worlds of life and death. I can feel him, trapped, in a horrible place, begging for me to save him."

"Quaraun this is madness. BoomFuzzy is dead and gone. He's not talking to you from beyond the grave."







 "He is. He needs me. No one else cared when he died. Not even his army. They feared him. They only obeyed him, because they thought he'd kill them if they didn't. Soon as they knew he and both his generals were dead, they scattered and ran back to their homes. He comes to me, in the flames of fires. In the flickers of candles, the sparks of the fireplace. He's trapped in a world that burns. I remember being trapped in a fire once. It was awful. I have others to help me escape. BoomFuzzy has no one. He comes to me, because I am the only one who loved him enough to save him from this torment he now lives in. must set him free. Even if I can not bring him back to life, I must at least get him out of that place, that his soul may rest in peace. If I let myself love you, I may lose sight of that."

"You'll never love me, will you?"

"No. I won't. I loved BoomFuzzy. You took him from me. He died because of you. That will always be between us. I will never see you as anything other then the cause of his death. You are a plague. A pox upon my mind. A curse I must bear. I hate you and I always will. I will take care of you because that is my job. You are my wife, it is my duty to take care of you. I do not want to live here. I only stay and take of you and our children, because it is the right thing to do. Don't expect me to like it or be happy with it. I will never again be happy, not as long as you are alive and BoomFuzzy is dead. You should have died, not him. He did nothing wrong. He did not deserve to die."

"Quaraun? Where you bonded with BoomFuzzy? They say you were, and you said it early on, once, but..." Her voice trailed off.

Quaraun said nothing. It upset him when she talked about BoomFuzzy.

"You did, didn't you. That's why you won't bond with me, isn't it? You really loved him. Enough to share a mystical bond with him. Your thoughts, your joy, your sorrow. You two couldn't be separated. That's how you knew when he died. You didn't have to be there with him. You knew because you felt the bond break when he died."

"Yes."

"You poor thing. No wonder you're so upset. You could feel everything he felt."

"Please don't talk about BoomFuzzy."

"He died a hundred years ago today, didn't he?"

"Yes. He did. Tomorrow"

"That means we've been married a hundred years."

"Yes. It does."

"And you still won't willingly bed with me."

"No. I won't. I don't love you. I never will. All I see when I look at you is BoomFuzzy's murderess and my rapist. That's all you are to me."

"This is stupid, Quaraun. You only knew BoomFuzzy a few years. And you were still an Elfling. He was an old Faerie who sexually abused you to satisfy himself. You need to get over him."



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 "That's not what he did, but it is what you do to me. I want nothing to do with bedding with you and you will not take no for an answer. You force yourself on me. I say no and you do not listen. When I said no to BoomFuzzy he stopped. He always did. He never raped me. He wouldn't. He could have many times and he didn't."

"He didn't love you Quaraun. He just used you, everyone says so."

"Everyone is wrong. And you're the one who doesn't love me. You love our father. Why don't you go have children with him. It's his children you want, not mine."

"It's your children that heir the throne."

"Hmmm."

"You really don't want to be king, don't you?"

"I couldn't image why anyone would want to rule over this insignificant race of snobs."

"You act like you aren't a Moon Elf."

"I'm not, or didn't Father tell you?"

"Are you a Thullid Spawnling?"

"Is that what he tells you I am?"

"Is that what you are?"

"It's what he believes my mother was. It's why he killed her."

"Was she?"

"It's what he believes I am. It's why he tried to kill me, why the king sent me away. Why everyone one in this village hates me and wants me dead."

"I don't hate you, Quaraun."

"You want me dead, how is that different?"

"Quaraun, I try to love you. You won't let me. I could learn to love you if I didn't have to live in the shadow of your dead fuck buddy."

"Don't call him that."

"He did not love you."

"I was soul bonded with him. I know what he felt. He did love me."

"He used you for sex."

"You're the one uses me for sex."







 Four Elflings ran into the room.

"You used me to get them. Now you have the children you wanted. You don't need to continue tormenting me. I can not stand the sight of you."

Quaraun walked away. He did not want to be around them any more. He did not want to hear his wife belittle BoomFuzzy's memory. The she-Elf got along better with Quaraun's father then she did Quaraun. She got along with him so well, that they had been having an affair. Quaraun knew this, and he wanted to not care, but deep down inside it hurt his feelings deeply. He had developed feelings for his wife over the years, and would have grown to love her, but she in her haughty arrogance, never saw him as anything but a tool to get her to the throne. She did not love him and made no secret of it. She teased him and bullied him as much as the rest of the other Moon Elves did. She often joined his father in belittling Quaraun and humiliating him in front of others. When she knew Quaraun was in hearing distance, she would say bad things about BoomFuzzy to their children and teach the Elflings to torment their father over the short lived affair he had had with BoomFuzzy so many years ago.

The children in their innocence, not realizing their mother was lying to them only to make Quaraun feel bad, had made up a mean song about BoomFuzzy, which they were now singing as they danced their way to the playroom. Quaraun stood in the hallway outside the nursery, listening to the hate filled words of the children's song. Tears streamed down Quaraun's checks as he pulled out BoomFuzzy's ruby encrusted black obsidian bladed dagger.

Quaraun loved his children, but he could not bear to hear them make fun of BoomFuzzy.







 He did not ask for this family. He did not want this family. He wanted BoomFuzzy. The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy's life only made him want to avoid them even more. The fact that it was now only hours until the one hundredth anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death did not help his spirits any either.

And so, Quaraun was not happy later that night, while ready a book in the parlour and listening to his children playing games by the fireplace, he heard the rhyming song they were singing. A song their mother had written and taught to them. A song about BoomFuzzy. A horrible, terrible song which glorified in the death of a monster, a monster named BoomFuzzy. Tears streamed down Quaraun's cheeks as he listened to the words of the terrible hate filled song. Quaraun loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more.

Quaraun closed his book and staring blindly at the ruby jewelled obsidian dagger in his hands. The same dagger that had taken BoomFuzzy's life. Quaraun called the children over to him and they ran giddily to their father. The children loved their father very much and never would have sung the song had they known how very much it hurt him. Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before. A box BoomFuzzy's chocolate covered apricots. The children devoured the candy, as children are prone to do. BoomFuzzy's poisoned candy. The very same poison that had taken BoomFuzzy's life.

When the candy was gone Quaraun called his children to sit with him. The four children climbed on to his lap and hugged him, as they often did.. but the poison was fast acting And the across children were soon in a drugged sleep in their father's arms. Quaraun sat for many hours, holding his sleeping children and thinking about the words to the song their mother had taught them. One by one Quaraun carried his children to the nursery and tucked them into bed.







 In the morning Quaraun was still in the nursery, now sitting on the floor watching the children's drug induced sleep. They never woke up.

That night, Quaraun was sitting on the floor of the hallway, in the doorway of the children's bedroom. Staring blindly at the dagger in his hands. His wife passed in the hall and saw him sitting there.

"Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink dresses again? You know you aren't supposed to wear those. You're a man, you need to dress like a man."

"I am a Di'Jinn. I don't take orders from you any more."

He slowly stood up and turned around. Blood dripped from his hands. The front of his pink dress was drenched in blood.

"I don't have to now. In three days time, I will be the most powerful Necromancer to have ever lived. More powerful then Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all the other Di'Jinn combined. And you can't stop me. No one will ever stop me again. You and father can't hurt me anymore. No one can. No one in this village will ever hurt me again."

His voice was changed. Cold. Distant. Angry.

"Quaraun, you're covered in blood."

"The sacrifices have begun."

"Quaraun what happened? Why are you covered in blood?"

Quaraun said nothing, but pointed through the doorway into the nursery. She looked at Quaraun and then into the bedroom. The whole room was covered in blood. She ran into their children's room. Behind Quaraun, the four young Elflings lay lined up dead on the floor. Huge pools of blood forming around them.



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 "Quaraun, what happened?" She wailed, thinking he had found them this way. The poor young mother, cried hysterically as she hugged her four dead children.

"The innocent must die with the wicked, for the sacrifice to be complete. It is not a sacrifice if only mine enemies die. What I love the most, must die along side what I love the least. The circle must be complete or the spell will not work."

"What are you babbling on about? Can't you see our children our dead?"

"Yes. I know. I'm sorry. I had to break the bond I had with them, before it grew stronger. The sooner it was done, the easier it is to do. It was interfering with my previous bond to BoomFuzzy. I can't let another bond replace my bond with BoomFuzzy."

"What? Quaraun what are you talking about?"

"They didn't deserve this. But you did. You and my father. And the circle must be complete or the spell will not work."

"Spell? What spell? What are you talking about?"

"I loved my children," Quaraun said to the she-Elf.

"They are dead," she screamed to him, not yet fully realizing what had happened.

"But I loved BoomFuzzy more."

"What?"

She turned back to face Quaraun again and saw BoomFuzzy's dagger in his hands, blood dripping from its blade.

"What have you done?"

"You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy."

He was standing very close to her now, with BoomFuzzy's ruby jewelled obsidian dagger in his hand. For the first time she realized that Quaraun was covered in blood, not from finding the children, but from killing them himself. She looked around the room. There were magic symbols and Faerie runes and veevee written on the floor and walls.







 "Quaraun? What have you done? Did you...did you do this? Did you kill them?"

"You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy never hurt you or them, you had no right to create such monstrous lies about him. A sacrifice had to be made. I've been with you too long. I've started to love you. I risk bonding with you. I can't do that. I am bonded to BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy's soul is still alive. BoomFuzzy is a Lich. He's still out there. The bond is not fully broken, because he's not fully dead. He is in agony. I can feel his thoughts. He is trapped. And he wants out. He's trapped in a bottle and he can't beak free. He's angry. He's ever so angry."

"Quaraun, what are you talking about? Is this some sort of magic spell? Did you sacrifice our children? You know what your father thinks of your magic tricks and wizardry."

"I'm not a wizard any more. I am a Necromancer now. Had you been paying more attention to what I was doing these past few months, rather then teaching my children to hate the man I loved, you would have known that."

"Necromancer? Quaraun, are you insane? You're not a Necromancer. Necromancy is illegal. The Dark Arts are forbidden. You'll get kicked out of the Guild for this."

Quaraun pulled a small blue bottle out of his beaded heart shaped purse.

"It is time. BoomFuzzy is awake. I feel him. His soul screams to be released. The bond between us, boils and surges with his anger. In three days, there will be no Guild. Just as there will be no more village. I've killed them all and they didn't know it. Poor little Quaraun, the one no one took seriously. The one everyone laughed at. Who's laughing now? Not them. They are too busy choking on their food. There's no cure, you know."

"No cure for what?"

"I poisoned the food. All of it. In every house. In every kitchen, in the entire village. It's why I stopped eating. I haven't eaten in days. There's nothing left to eat that hasn't been poisoned with the poison that killed my BoomFuzzy. You'll all know what he felt now. You'll all die exactly as he did. No one will escape. And you will come with me."

Quaraun took hold of her arm and dragged her out of the room.

"You and father, will watch every one of them, as they lay on the floor in agony, their insides, boiling to jelly. And to make sure, they die, we will stab each one of them in the heart. You will help me. A queen must tend to her people and that's all you really wanted from me. To be queen. I knew your plan. As soon as the king dies. I will king and you will be queen, and you and father will kill me, and you as queen will marry my father and make him king."

The she-Elf stared at her husband dumbfounded. She didn't know what to say to this. It was true. She and his father had planned to do exactly as he said, but she had no idea, Quaraun knew of their plan.

"And so while you and Father were planning my murder, I was planning yours."

"Quaraun this is madness. It's the bond you made with BoomFuzzy. You've gone mad with grief because the bond is fractured since his death. We'll get you a healer. A mystical healer, they can repair the damage. Seal the wound the bond tore into your soul when he died."

Quaraun wasn't listening to her.



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 "They are the only ones who did not suffer." Quaraun pointed back to the four dead children. "They died in peace. They died in their sleep. They felt nothing."

"You killed our children! Why? Quaraun why did you kill our children?"

"They are not my children. They're your children. And you taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy was my bonded mate. I would have loved you and them, had you just stopped belittling BoomFuzzy. Had you asked, I would have given you the throne. I don't want it. I never did. You could have had it and my father to. I would have turned down the crown willingly and over to you and father. But you couldn't stop belittling BoomFuzzy. Day after day. Week after week. Year after year. You go out of your way to say every mean, hateful thing you can thing of about BoomFuzzy. It is bad enough you helped my father kill him, but I'm not gonna stand by and watch you lie to our children and make them hate a man who never hurt any of you."

Quaraun put the bottle back in the bag and pulled out his black bladed obsidian dagger again.

"You must die too. You must all die. I've made an exchange. Your life for BoomFuzzy's. I can bring him back. I will heal the bond myself. I will reunite with BoomFuzzy. I will resurrect him. I don't need your healers. I know what to do. BoomFuzzy is Lich, but he died before the spell was complete. I can finish it for him, his soul is not dead. Just his body. But I kept his body. All these years. I preserved it. And somewhere out there is an ice golem, in which is soul is trapped. I made that too. And I can restore his soul. I can bring him back. BoomFuzzy will live again. The bond won't be broken anymore. My soul will not scream for his love any more. I'll be whole again."







 "Quaraun, give me the knife."

"Even if you live, they will not have me king now. I've killed my heirs, and I'll make moe with you. They won't have king without heirs. And you can't get to the throne without me."

The woman stood up and reached to take the dagger, confidant that he would back down and give it to her. She knew this man well. He was a coward. He always backed down. He was scared of everything and everyone. If she raised his voice he would drop the weapon and run away screaming in terror. She knew this to be true. He'd never in his life stood up to anybody, not even to save BoomFuzzy.

"Give me the knife, Quaraun. No one has to know what happened to the children. We'll tell them the Lich Lords did it. It'll be alright. You're sick. It's the broken bond. It's alright. You were young. You didn't understand what the bond was, what it would do to you for it to be broken. It damaged your mind when the bond was broken. You don't know what you're doing. We'll get a healer to help you. We'll have more children. You can still become king. You'll see. Everything's gonna be alright. Just give me the knife."

"You don't care."

Quaraun could not fight back the tears.

"Of course I care."

She didn't care, she just was too frightened of her husband right now to say she didn't.

"No. you think we can have more children. That they are easily replaced. Life once gone gone. It can not be replaced. Our children are dead and you think ong to replace them.. You one cold and heartless, You have no feelings, No compassion and you would raise our children be the same. I will not have more with you, I will castrate myself before I let that happen."







 "You didn't have to kill them. "

"Yes, I did. To get anything requires a sacrifice and there is nothing I love more than my children, save BoomFuzzy and he returns tonight."

"Quaraun, you're sick and you don't know it. This soul bound with BoomFuzzy, it's done something to your mind. BoomFuzzy's thoughts are stuck in your head and he was a murderer and he's made you kill our children."

"You'd lay the blame on BoomFuzzy."

"What? Quaraun, you not making any sense."

"BoomFuzzy is a Lich."

"No Quaraun. BoomFuzzy isn't a Lich. He was just a crazy old perverted Elf who messed with your mind when you were young. Made you confused about things."

"He was a Faerie. He used a Glimmer Spell on the village. I wasn't effected because I was a wizard. I was the only one who saw him for what he was."

"No, Quaraun, you're just upset right now, because it's the anniversary of the day BoomFuzzy died. You always get upset on that day."

"BoomFuzzy was a Necromancer. I took all of books. I've spent the last hundred years studying his notes. I've become a Necromancer right under your nose, and not you nor father knew it. I've learned how to do the things BoomFuzzy did. BoomFuzzy wasn't his real name. He was King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, and I'm going to get him back and you and father can't stop me now."

 "You're talking noscene, Quaraun. Now give me the knife and we can talk about this calmly. Okay?"

"He's Lich now because of you. He's the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. BoomFuzzy is the leader of the Lich Lords. He's the Necromancer who created the Lich Lords. He did it because of you."

"No, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy had something wrong with him. He wasn't sane. You know that. You remember. He was bad man. HE WAS EVIL. He tried to get you in bed with him. He messed with your head and confused you. He used you. We saved you from him. Remember? BoomFuzzy was a bad man. You were weak and innocent and young. It wasn't your fault. He seduced you. You'd lived a sheltered life, you didn't know what evil Elves like him were like. Give me the knife Quaraun."

"BoomFuzzy wasn't an Elf. He was a Phooka disguised as an Elf. He was King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. All those Elves who went missing when BoomFuzzy was here. He killed them. He ate them. And I helped him. People who didn't like me. Everyone who bullied and teased me. Gurra Gaunta. Father's friend. He ate him. BoomFuzzy ate them all. I helped him kill them. He was Necromancer and I was his apprentice. You and father never knew. I continued the work in secret, even after he died. And today I will finish it."

"Don't talk nonsense Quaraun. Give me the knife."

"BoomFuzzy died one hundred years ago, today. But you and father never let him rest in peace. BoomFuzzy was not evil. You belittle his memory. Destroy his reputation. Make him out to be something he was not. And our children believed you and your lies."

"We'll have more children and they'll never know about BoomFuzzy. We'll never speak of him again. You'll see. We'll pass a law that no one can speak his name ever again. It'll be alright."

"It'll never be alright. And I will never have more children with you. You raped me to get them. I never wanted children with you to begin with. I never wanted to be with you. Those children were a product of rape and I will not be raped by you again."

"Quaraun, give me the knife." She grasped his hand and tried to pull the dagger from his clenched fist, but the instant she did, in one swift move, Quaraun grabbed her by the throat, spun her around and pulled her back to him.

"Quaraun, unhand me this instant!" she screamed at her deranged husband.

Quaraun responded by putting the dagger to her throat and whispering into her ear: "I put them to sleep first. The children died quickly and painlessly. You shall not. They did not deserve to suffer. I let them die in their sleep."

"You gutted them, like pigs. They were your own children, Quaraun."

"You are a rapist whore. You do deserve to suffer. You shall be awake. You'll die as BoomFuzzy did. Paralyzed from a slow acting poison, with a dagger in your breast. It took BoomFuzzy three days to die. Three days laying on the floor in agony. And you laughed at his pain. You laughed at his suffering. You'll die as he did. You'll know what he felt. How he suffered. You'll suffer as he did. You all will. Over last one of you."

"Quaraun you've gone mad. Put away these foolish thoughts. We'll send for a healer to sooth your mind. You're sick. You need rest."

"No one will send for any one. They'll all be feeling the effects by now. Only you and Father remain untouched. You've not been given the poison yet. You will die last, just before father. You will know how BoomFuzzy suffered."

Quaraun took the young she-Elf and marched her through the palace to the King's throne room, where a panic was ensuing as everyone in the room, save Quaraun's father, had collapsed, their bodies shaken by seizures.

"Quaraun! What are you doing dressed like that, can't you see we have a crisis here?"

"He knows!" cried the she-Elf. "He did it. He murdered the children. He said he poisoned everyone in the village, except for you and me. He's gone mad."

"No. I haven't. I've just been biding my time, waiting for this day."

Quaraun held up the blue glass bottle again.

"BoomFuzzy made a promise when he died," Quaraun said as he held the bottle before his eyes. "Do you remember it? He vowed vengeance on our people because of what you did to him."

"BoomFuzzy was a madman," roared the old Elf to his son.

"BoomFuzzy was a Lich. Do you remember what I do father? What it is I am known for."

"You are a foolish wizard."

"No. I am the world's greatest wizard. People of all races come from all over the world to buy my magic bottles. BoomFuzzy came to our village to hire me, to make 13 bottles. Do you remember? I built the phylacteries of the Lich Lords. BoomFuzzy was the leader and creator of the Lich Lords."

"When will you forget BoomFuzzy? He's been dead a hundred years."

"A hundred years ago today. And I will never forget BoomFuzzy. I loved him. I was bonded to him. And you couldn't stand that. You are an unhappy miserable person and you can't stand it, if anyone around you is happy."

"Quaraun, stop talking madness and undo whatever you have done to the people."

"BoomFuzzy hired me to built 13 phylacteries., but I built 14. And here it is. I don't know what BoomFuzzy did with the others, but this is the fourteenth phylactery right here in my hand."

"That is Black Magic, it is illegal."

"I'm a Necromancer father. You were too busy hating BoomFuzzy to notice. I bonded with a Necromancer. A male Necromancer Faerie. You want to know what else I never told you? He wasn't just a Faerie. He was Phooka."

"A Phooka! they are the blackest hearted eviled beast of all!"

"And he wasn't just any Phooka. He was King Gwallmaiic. King of the Fae."

"The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley? You bonded with the Elf Eater of pepper Valley!?"

"Yes. And I knew who he was before I bonded with him. And he turned himself into a Lich. This Lich." Quaraun held up the bottle again. "This Lich. This is BoomFuzzy. I've kept him these past one hundreds years, locked in a bottle, hidden in my pocket. There's been a Lich living in our midsts all these years and you never knew it."

"Why do you have a Lich's phylactery?"

"The better to kill you with."

"Quaraun, you can't do this," the old Elf demanded.

"On the contrary, I can, I will and I am."

"I am your father."

"I know! that is why this must be done. Because you ARE my father and you do not respect me."

"You don't respect yourself."

"Oh actually I do. And you didn't want me to. You wanted me to be ashamed of who I am, because you are ashamed of who I am. But I feel no shame. I did nothing wrong. You cut my hair. You murdered the man I loved."

"He killed himself. Proof of his insanity."

"I was not ashamed of who he was either.

"And who are you?"

"I am a Necromancer, who prefers to be a woman, would rather be a wife then have one, I don't hate people because they are not the same race as me, I can love people who are different, I am an Elf and I love a Faerie, a Phooka at that, and I am forced to live with the fact that I did nothing stop you and her from murdering the man I love. I was too scared of you to stand by him and now he's dead."

"Quaraun you're a fool. You are small and weak. Weak of body, weak of mind, weak of soul."

 "You'll not belittle me any more, Father. I may not have the physical size or strength to fight you, but I've learn other ways to stand up to you. It is you who is small and weak. You've a small mind and smaller soul. You lack compassion. You destroyed my life but I won't let you hurt me any more. You killed BoomFuzzy and now it is your turn to die."

"You have a wife and children."

Quaraun turned and motioned to the five bodies on the floor. "And now they are dead. My wife is dead. My children are dead. They died first. They didn't suffer. I used a fast acting poison to put them to sleep before cutting out their hearts. And you shall join them."

"Quaraun stop this madness. at once. I order you!"

"Or what? You are going beat me. Kick me until I'm unconscious. Whip me. Lock me in a tower. Force yet another sister to rape me until she's pregnant. Kidnap the man I love and threaten to torture and kill him if I don't obey? You've done that already and you'll not do it anymore. Never again! I'll never let you hurt me again. I'll never let you tease me again. I'll never let you bully me again. You must die so I can live."

"Quaraun, think about what you are doing, that was your wife. Those were your children."

"I have thought. Long and hard. That bitch, is not my wife. She was never my wife. Marriage by rape is not marriage! You held her down on me. You held me down while she raped me. You told her to rape me. You paid her to rape me. You didn't care about me. You never did. It was all about you. Every last thing was all about you and your damned public image. Well there's your public. Look at them now. Your public is dead. Your image means nothing to them now. You didn't care who you had to hurt, just as long as you looked good for your public. And your public's dead now. You knew I didn't want her or any other female. You knew I wanted BoomFuzzy and you killed him."

"Quaraun we can come to an agreement on this. I'll give you anything you want."

"No! You can't. Because the only thing I want is BoomFuzzy and he's dead. You killed him. You couldn't stand the thought of my happiness, so you destroyed the one thing that made me happy."

"I always loved you and thought only of your happiness."

"You've never loved anything but yourself."

"You're angry with me why kill everyone else?"

"I haven't killed them I sacrificed them. I built the thirteen phylacteries of the Lich Lords. Did you know that? I helped BoomFuzzy create the Lich Lords. BoomFuzzy is the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. He was a Necromancer and I was his apprentice. You didn't know that. No one did. We kept it a secret. This is not me killing people. No. This is me casting a spell. It's a Lich finding spell. I'm going to find BoomFuzzy soul and I'm going to release him from the curse of Lichdom."

"You are practising evil dark magic. You will burn for eternity for this."

"I don't care. BoomFuzzy's soul was lost. He's the leader of the Lich Lords. That suicide wasn't suicide. It was a Lich making ritual. His soul is doomed to wander lost for eternity. He will never have peace. My soul is still bonded to his. I still feel everything he feels. I bonded with a Necromancer who turned himself into a Lich. Do you know what that means Father? I'm bonded to a Lich. We are still connected. The Lich's soul is inside of me. You did that to me. I got him to stop the Lich spell. He gave it up. He wasn't gonna do it. And you destroyed that. You set him back on that path and now I'm bound to a Lich. The bond wasn't fully broken. He did but he came back and the bond is still there."

"Oh you poor child. Being bonded to a Lich. No wonder you've gone mad. You're soul isn't just ripped apart, it's being eaten away by a Lich."

"When I die, I'll become a Lich too. I'm already turning. I have powers of a Lich now. I can do things that only a Lich can do. I'm not dead, and yet, I have the powers of an undead, because I am still bonded with him. You did this to me. You couldn't stand for us to be happy together, so you drove him to suicide, and now his Lichified soul is ripping my soul apart. I'm turning into a Lich. I'm a living Lich. Do you have any idea how much power I have because of it? Do you even know the things I can do? I will find his soul and release it from this curse. I don't care what I have to do to reach that end. I do not care if I must destroy my own soul to do it. Nothing else matters any more. The only thing that mattered is gone. And now you will leave as well and the spell will be complete."

Quaraun opened the bottle, releasing a blue mist into the room, that that swirled to form into a ghostly skeletal creature. Floating high above the Moon Elves, was a creature that appeared to have been carved out of blue glass. The Elves still capable of doing so began to run, but were quickly stopped by the Lich's ice cold breath which froze every building, man, woman, and child, save Quaraun and his father, into a solid frozen statue.

"By the gods, Quaraun! You've released a Lich upon us!"

"No, I've released BoomFuzzy upon you."

The rest of this novel can be read here.

Volume 3: BoomFuzzy

Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.

Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.

Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.

Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.

With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.

TRIGGER WARNING:

Another of the stories banned by fanfiction.net in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:

The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.

The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy 

The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.

By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.

As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.

One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child. 

As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.

The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.

When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.

Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.

From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.

The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.

At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.

Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.

After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.

Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.

The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.

The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.

As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children. 

Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."

When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.

Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.

Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish


The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)


Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole


The Hanging Tree


The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion


BoomFuzzy's Death


An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer


"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."


Responding To a Reader Response To
"The Hanging Tree" scene from BoomFuzzy...

If you are unfamiliar with "The Hanging Tree" it is the original short story from which the entire BoomFuzzy novel was based upon.

It is also one of the single most graphic, grizzly, bloody, gory scenes of the entire Quaraun series.

And it is the scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net.

In the short story called "The Hanging Tree" what happens is this:

Quaraun comes from a culture that outlaws same sex couples and is hiding that fact that he has a male lover. When he is accused of bedding with other males, he does not deny it and openly admits to having sex with other men, not realizing that this will incit his accusers into an angry mob, that next strips him naked, drags him to the center of town and publically tortures him, with most of the village coming forward to join in. They next hang him upside down in a tree in the town square, and continue to torture him.

The infamous highly detail, incredibly grizzly scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net followed, as one Elf, pulled out a knife and forces it up into Quaraun's penis, then rippe the knife in a backward motion, slicing Quaraun's penis completely in half, leaving behind a scar known as "a sub penal incision". Following this Elf's example, other villagers slash Quaraun's belly, thighs, and groin with knives, leaving him horribly scarred for life. When they finished torturing him, Quaraun is left for dead, his bloody remains used as bait to capture The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

Unknown to the Elves however is the fact that it was the Elf Eater himself who is Quaraun's lover, and upon discovering what the Elves did to Quaraun, the Elf Eater slaughtered the Moon Elves, then takes Quaraun and spends the next several months nursing the dying Elf back to health. Quaraun eventually recovered, but he is left with a crippled leg, severe PTSD, rampant phobias that cripple his ability to function in society, and the horrific scars that he often bemoans.

This entire story is just under 3,000 words long. And it shows a horrify look at bigotry, bullying, and herd mentality of a mob joining a bully and nearly killing a gay man.

This is one of the very early stories in the series, which happens when Quaraun is very young, still a teenager. This story is the foundation base point that the other stories reference back to and you see flashbacks of it, glimpse to it, and the horrific night terrors caused by it, in nearly every volume of the Quaraun series.

In dozens of stories written after this, readers see Quaraun's life as it goes into a downward spiral of depression and mental illness, as he turns first to drugs, then to drinking, then to cutting, and eventually to multiple suicide attempts.

Today, here is what one person had to say about this scene, and what follows is my response... Enjoy!

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

~January 30, 2018

please come to Maine and tell the 140+ LGBTQA+ citizens of Old Orchard Beach this. I'm sure they would love to hear that you think "the queers" are NOT victims of hate crimes.

Since 2001:

40+ of them (myself included) have had their houses blown up by bombs

80+ of them have had their houses run over by backhoes (I've had to build 5 houses on my land in the past 12 years)

500+ pets, cats, dogs, and horses have been beheaded, their nailed to the doors of their LGBTQA+ owners (this has happened to me personally 13 times)






my cousin, he'd love to hear your sentiments... unfortunately, he was one of the 4 gay men whom were beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan in 2013




I used to be able to walk, but, you know as I was putting groceries in my car in WalMart parking lot when 2 gay haters decided to beat me up with a shopping cart (July 2016) I was paralyzed, they ruptured 3 discs in my spine; I'm crippled the rest of my life





you could come visit me and I can introduce you to the 8 foot tall KKK cross in my yard




2010 Portland Shaws (supermarket): an 80 year old black gay man was beaten to death while putting groceries in his car, while more the 40 shoppers cheered the attacker... his head was hit so many times by the shopping cart that by the time the police arrived, there was nothing left of his head, skull, or brain but a pool of jellied goo on the ground



April 2015, someone decided to fill my motorhome, you know the one that says "Transgender Awareness Tour Bus" on the side of it... they filled it with several thousand gallons of raw sewage/feces




August 2015 - public beheading of a transgender woman took place in the ice cream department of a local grocery store: Saco Shaws



Rotary Park, Biddeford, right next door, until 2 summers ago had the Guiness World Record for a very tall flag pole; they took the flag pole down because, they got tired of every weekend cutting down the gay men who were stripped naked and hanging by their balls from the top of the flag pole

THIS by the way, is the very real life event that inspired The Hanging Tree scene.

The first time this event happened... the gay man, was a 15 year old boy who was only SUSPECTED of being gay, because he wore a pink suit to a dance at school. Old Orchard Beach High School. The boy was striped naked, his ankels tied to the back bumper of a Old Orchard Beach Police Car, and then dragged the entire 14 mile drive, to the flagpole at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine. Because it happened at night, at a dance, no one noticed him missing at first... Because it was February, the month of the year, when our temperature plummet to -40F. He nearly froze to death. And with the park closed for winter, there was no one around to find him. He hung there, upside down, tied to a flag pole, hanging from the rope by his balls, for FIVE days.

That's the type of "jokes" the Old Orchard Beach police - grown men in the 40s and 50s, play on 5 year old CHILDREN, if the suspect the child might possibly be gay.

At night the Ku Klux Klan stands in the driveway of LGBTQA+ residents and shoots rifles fire at them.





January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUN POINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+



January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUNPOINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+

It took us 9 months and taking the case to Superior Court, but on October 21, 2016 Superior Court overruled the town's original court order as grounds of being "a gross violation of civil rights being committed by the United States Government".... for 9 months 140+ LGBTQA+ families were homeless and living in their cars while the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach court battle went on

November 9, 2017, 3 months ago - while eating at Biddeford, McDonald's, a the manager and 5 employees, spiked my gay brother's food with so much LSD. Molly, and Meth that he went into a coma seconds after taking a bite of his meal, he remained in a coma for 5 days and nearly died; the FBI agent in charge of the attempted murder of my brother knows who did it because the whole thing was recorded on one of the restaurant's security cameras

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

Glad to see you are comfortable using the hate slur queer on yourself; I suppose you must use it the same way black men use niggar on themselves right? Trying to reclaim that vile, hate filled word? Are you REALLY bi or are you just saying that to sound cool? You clearly have no issues tossing the word queer around which makes me question the validity of your claim to be a part of the LGBTQA+ community.

A REAL gay person knows queer is to gay what niggar is to black; wannabes let their TRUE colours fly when they use hate terms like queer to describe themselves. Nothing brands a straight person trying to fit in faster then how they use the word queer.

You are clueless to what REAL LGBTQA+ people live with everyday of our lives if you think the hate crimes against us are a trope and using the word queer is anything close to acceptable.

I dare you to come to Maine and tell any one you are bisexual... the Ku Klux Klan will be on you in less than 24 hours

Welcome to Maine

Most of the hate crimes against the gay characters of the Quaraun series are based off the real world hate crimes against gay men happening here in Old Orchard Beach on a DAILY basis.

If you are so fed up with LGBTQA+ people being victims of hate crimes, then why don't you prove it by getting off you ass, coming up here to Maine and doing something to stop the hate crimes going on right now?








Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series






Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers -
Interview With EelKat About
The Real Life Town That Inspired
The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy"
April 2 2016 Part 1 of 6

This novel was originally written on: 2007 & 2009 & 2012

This page last updated on: July 02, 2017

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

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




What Is This Site?

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

The FBI believes the people behind the impersonation accounts showing up, are relatives of the woman who murdered my son.




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