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


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

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.

The most requested, but apparently not so easy to find writing article is EelKat's Park Bench Method To Writing (you have to scroll half way down the page to find it. It's after the list of writing prompts). The name of the page is NOT "EelKat's Park Bench Method of Writing" which is why you guys have so much trouble finding it, LOL!)

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!

 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? 

Magic Systems and How to Build Them | Writing Fantasy Books with Eelkat Wendy C Allen

By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Author, Artist, Art Car Designer, Voodoo Priestess, and Hoodoo Rootworker

Author of Cozy & Gothic Fantasy, Sweet/Fluffy M/M Furry Romance, Cosmic Horror, Space Opera, & Literary SoL genres. I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons.

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Magic Systems and How to Build Them | Writing Fantasy Books with Eelkat Wendy C Allen

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.

The Space Dock 13 WebRing

Need Writing Prompts?

Looking For Cozy Fantasy Micro Fiction

Free To Read Online?

Need Help Defeating Overpowered Fantasy Wizards?

Looking For Wizards With Flamboyant Nipples?

d100 list of 100 Curious Items in Quaraun's Traveling Trunk

d100 list of 100 Magical Trinkets Sold In Quaraun's Silk Shop 

d100 list of 100 Dark Magic Artifacts and Their Curses

d100 list of 100 Legendary Spells Crafted by Quaraun

d100 list of 100 Unique Ice Cream Flavors You Might Find in Noodle Beach 

Dragging a Body Through The Snow


Talking While Falling Asleep

Wizards and More Wizards

and Even More Wizards

and Still More wizards


Elves and Very High, High Elves 


Unicorns and Phookas and Demons


The Dangers of World Travel

Where To Get Writing Ideas?


Writing What You Know Might Not Be What You Think It Is


Idiots Who See Things I Never Wrote

but also

Don't Forget To Just Write 

because Yes, You Can!


The Park Bench Method of Writing

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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!


By EelKat Wendy C Allen

Eye of the GrigoriIf 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.
tent2.JPGIf 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.
eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.
home again the return of the goldeneagle dodge 330If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.
volvo-art-car-eelkat-Dazzling-Razzbury-3-artist-wendy-c-allen-painting3.pngIf 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.


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

Update: November 12, 2023

Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them.

UPDATE to add answer to question:

No. I am legally blind. I have been since I was 4 years old. I can not see what she looks like. I go by sound of voice and body smell to identify people. For what someone looks like I have to go by what others tell me. Like I said, I've never seen the woman who attacks, as she clearly knows I am legally blind and stays over 4 feet away from me. 

A person has to be closer than four feet from me in order for me to even make out the blur outline of their body shape/height/weight. But in order for ne to see their face they must have their face closer the EIGHT INCHES.

It's why I CAN identify the Claire woman and the Kendra woman who murdered my son, if anyone ever finds them and gets them in a line-up, I would be able to pick them out, but why I can not identify this weird crazy woman who shows up at the Biddeford apartment and stand yelling on the front porch and killed my dog Mickey in June 2023, and tried to kill me by poisoning my pizza at Round 1, while running around the restaurant screaming the same way she does here.

I can identify her voice and her laugh and her smell, its a very "Minnie Mouse type" high pitch shrieking with a megaphone style booming cackle laugh. And she smells really strong of alcohol drinks but I don't know what type as I am a Mormon and I don't know them. She also has a weird "rotting cat pee mixed with burned cotton candy smell" to her, which I am told by police, sounds like I am trying to describe a mix of "crack and weed" which the police said is some type of drug, but again, I'm a Mormon so I do not know those things. According to witnesses she is very fat, According to both my mother and my father she is well over 300lbs. Around twenty different people said she has "Shirley Temple Sausage curls" hair, while nearly a dozen other people said she has red curly hair, and several more people described her with straight purple hair, while some described her as wearing a "pulp fiction uma thurman wig".

In total well over a hundred people have come forward citing that she shows up on their porch and starts yell at them, and always starts out with some kind of "I got to warn you about EelKat and her demons" rant. They always describe her as "fat", "morbidly obeses", some say "200lbs" others say "300lbs". Some say she is in her 30s others say she is in her 40s. None of them know who she is, they all say she is a total stranger to them and they also all say, they had no idea who I was either.

They come to my apartment, they said, to tell me what she is doing, each of them saying they found out where I was because she told them my address, and they came over to tell me that she was doxxing my family. These people are always citing that they live in the Cutt St/Main street/May St/South St area, all of them saying they live within 3 or 4 blocks of me and that she walks to their buildings, they never see a car. My Biddeford apartment is 409 Main Street and she has shown up here daily from November 21, 2021 (the same day Etiole was shot; he says by her) until May 17, 2022. After May 2022, she showed up every holiday and every weekend, but no longer every day. 

Today is the 12th of November 2023 and she has already been here 4 times this month. At the same time, people around the Portland Ave and Cascade area of Old Orchard, are also arriving saying the same things, but about a man. They cite a white haired man, very skinny, rather short, around 5'6", around 70, is going driveway to driveway, parking a big Power Wagon sized Dodge Ram pickup truck across their driveway, then getting out, waving a rifle over his head, and yell up at their house ALSO saying he is there to "warn you about EelKat and her aliens". 

The two are believed to be grandfather/granddaughter, and FBI suspects they are the husband and granddaughter of the mystery "Claire" woman who murdered my son. They believe, that the homeless man who was murdered November 19, 2021, DID in fact know who the "Claire" woman who murdered my son was, and they believe this white haired man and woman who screams from porches are the ones who killed the homeless man, seeing how, he showed up on the 7 year anniversary of my son's murder, asking for the FBI phone number, claiming he knew who the woman who murdered my son was, but 5 days later he was murdered before he got a chance to talk to the FBI (the federal building in Portland was closed for the holiday week and the homeless man died before they reopened).

These 2, the white haired man and younger woman both showed up November 21, 2021, 2 days after the November 19, 2021 murder of the homeless man, who was murdered in the backyard of my Biddeford apartment, by the way, that week our building was yellow taped and crawling with police, that's why they were picking up the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of chopped up pieces of the homeless man, which took them 3 days to find all of him. The FBI believes the homeless man was killed by someone who did not want him to identify my son's murderer... this homeless man's death is WHY my son's cold case, was reopened and the FBI once again here asking all the neighbors for leads. 

The FBI believes that the reason these two are hyper going from house to house all around me (I have 2 addresses: 409 Main Street Biddeford and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orcharch; and they are going up and down both streets and all side streets off of both streets), trying to spread slanderous rumors about me, most of the rumors involving some gibberish about demons, aliens, haunted cats, kidnapped cats, schizophrenia, and tons of other similar outright gibbering insanity.

The FBI believes they are spreading their wild gibbering slander in a weird attempt to get witness to NOT come forward with information about my son's murder. This in turn has led the FBI to believe that SOMEONE NEAR BY IS a witness to my son's murder and is scared of these two people. It is believed that this weird smear slander campaign these two are doing, is a direct fear tactic aimed at terrorizing someone they know to be a witness. 

These two are bullying and harassing my family on extreme and outlandish levels. The whole thing is very bizarre, and if this woman had NOT started running her gossiping, busy body, slandering mout h off on every front porch in the area, my son's murder investigation would NOT have been reopened. 

The thing is, for 7 years, from 2013 to 2021, there were ZERO leads. 

The mystery homeless man who showed up on the 7 year anniversary, was the first time anyone came forward claiming to know who the murderer was, but he was murdered 5 days later, and 2 days after that these 2 showed up with their wild tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, etc.  

Interestingly, at the same time, YouTube got flooded with HUNDREDS of deep fake "Golden Eagle Haunted Car" AI generated videos, alongside TENS OF THOUSANDS of weird "anti-EelKat" Reddit posts spread across well over a hundred Reddit accounts. Which in turn caused my website to have a MEGA massive increase in traffic - with now over a million users per month, searching Google for the term "EelKat golden Eagle Ghost Car Wendy Allen Demon Car" (the keyword that Google Analytics says has sent the most traffic to my website since November 2021). In their weird slander attempt, and in making all these weird deep fake videos, and in posting all those weird Reddit posts, they have had an unexpected side effect of RAISING AWARENESS to my son's murder, by sending millions of people to my website. 

I don't do any marketing or promoting of my website, there is the URL painted on my car and the link from my FaceBook profile, together those each around two thousand people. 

This weird smear campaign these 2 have done since November 2021, has had a HUGE impact on traffic to my website. HUGE. With my site going from 10k average monthly visitors to over SEVEN MILLION average monthly visitors. 

This woman and the white haired man, in their mega hyper attempts to slander men, inadvertently caused people to start direct typing the word "EelKat" into Google search engine, which of course cause Google to give them as a search result. In their attempt to BURY all thoughts of my son's murder, by trying to spread crazy rumors about me, they instead caused the page about my son's murder to receive an average of over ONE MILLION NEW USERS visiting it, EACH MONTH since they stated yelling from porches around Biddeford in November 2021. 

Which in turn has also lead to more than one thousand people calling the police and FBI giving tips about my son's murder. 

So, in their attempt to make me look crazy, all they did was make themselves look very, very, VERY guilty, while spreading awareness about my son's murder to people who, before these two arrived on porched in Biddeford and Old Orchard, were unaware of my son's murder. 

But no, back to your question, I've never seen either of these two. I'm blind, remember? Blind since I was 4 years old. Blind from being beaten in the face with a limb from a pine tree. I have been blind for five decades.

And no, I've never spoken with either of them. I'm mute, remember? My jaw was fused shut, from the bone growing back wrong, after being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, when I was 14 years old. I have been mute for four decades. I was 42 years old when doctors discovered I was not born mute, but was forcable made mute by "medical augmentation" aka torture. In June 2016, I had surgery to allow me to open my jaw properly for the first time in 40 years, but four decades mute, meant my vocal cords never grew properly, never received conditioning, and now today, I still can not speak properly, my voice is barely a whisper, IF I can even form vocalizations at all, which usually I can not. Because of this I have no physical ability to raise my voice at all, I can not scream or yell at all, I am physically, medically incapable of getting my voice to be anything other then a whisper, and even that causes searing pain, resulting in I don't bother trying to speak.

And no, I've not had contact with anyone. From 1983 until 2006 I was locked in a rusted racoon trap cage in a wood shed "room", and there were only 7 people who ever checked in on me that entire time, and they only did that once a week. Needless to say I never went to school. I had a typewriter, and my grandmother brought paper each week. I became very good at typing, because for 27 years, I had nothing else to do. 


October 2006 a bomb blew up that house. I almost died. Someone put the bomb in that "room" while I was asleep. From 2006 to 2015, I lived under a 8x9 tarp at the back of that wood shed.


Out of the entire of my more then five decades of life, I have only had contact with Humans for three years. From October 2010 to November 2013.

In October 2010 I went to the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED after 3 weeks of night classes. I got a ride to the DMV and got my driver's permit. Then I enrolled in two colleges York County Community College and Southern Maine Community College, taking five classes per semester. I could not enroll as a degree student because I do not know how to count or tell time or read clocks or calendars or do maths.

At SMCC, three professors (Andrew Parker, Robert Vettes, and Chris M) attempted to teach me how to speak. The SMCC student counselor brought in social workers and a state psychologist who diagnosed me as "a feral child" and stated I had no social skills on any level whatsoever due to what they termed "the most horrific case of child abuse and neglect ever seen in Maine history". They found my not knowing about things like eating utensils, bathing, or communicating verbally to be the worst case of "feral childism" in modern history.

A team of psychiatrists were brought to the college, over a dozen of the world's top child behavior specialists from countries all over the world: to do a study on the "training of a feral child" and to make "attempts to intergrade a feral child into modern American society". They called me an anomaly and a "once in a hundred years chance of a lifetime study subject".

Four of them predicted I would: never drive a car, never learn to talk, never make a single friend, never learn to interact with Humans, never learn to eat with a fork, and never learn  math. 

I became the "test subject" of more then a dozen "feral child studied" which lasted my entire time at college, and ended abruptly November 14, 2013, when a mystery woman who identified herself as "Claire" attacked with a golf club, murdering my baby and leaving me with a broken spine and paralyzed legs.

Even before I became bedridden in 2013, I could not walk unaided. My hip was stabbed with a foundation rod, that was driven through my right hip and out my left thigh. My Uncle Bruce did that when I was 4 years old. I've struggled to even stand, let alone walk, since I was FOUR years old. So being crippled, unable to walk, was not new. But my whole life, it was my hips, and now it is my spine, and a severed nerve bundle in my spinal column.

Since November 2013 I have been bedridden, and the ONLY way you can talk to me or see me is to visit me, visit my bed.

I can not see.

I can not talk.

I can not walk.

Since 2013 I am out of bed fewer then 2 hours a day. 

And NO ONE... not ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever visited me since 2013, or before.

The ONLY people who arrive are the ones who stand in the driveway and on the porch and yell obscenities and hate slurs from the street... and they are too far away for me to see them, and they are too far away for them to hear my whisper if I tried to talk, which I don't. Plus, I can not sit up, it takes well over an hour for me to sit up in my bed, so by the time I am sitting up, they are gone.

So, anyone telling you I have seen them, spoken with them, yelled at them, interacted with them, at ANY point prior to 1983... when I was locked in that cage ... is lying to you. Because since 1983, NO ONE but my husband Benjamin Kitchle Wildes, my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, and my uncles Bruce, Dickie, & David, and my aunt Barbara has EVER underreacted with me at all. And the only interactions from Brice, David, Dickie, and Barbara was to electrocute me for the fun of watching me pass out, stabbing me with broken glass again for th e fun of it, and beating me with cinder block bricks because breaking the bones of children is funny according to them.

From October 2010 to November 2013, ar the ONLY three years of my life where I ever went outside and had interaction with Humans, and I was seen as so UN-human that 90% of my Human interactions was with psychiatrists who were giddy piss pants excited to have "a real live feral child oh boy!" to study.

So ANYONE telling you they have ever had ANY form of interactions with me EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE, if lying to you, because those interactions I just listed are the ONLY ones that have EVER happened. PERIOD.

You ask how I can remember everything everyone has ever done and said? Easy? Because so FEW people have ever done or said ANYTHING AT ALL, that it makes it each to remember EVERY ONE of them, for the very simple fact that there is literally not one other thing in my life to remember.

More then 99% of the hours of my life have been spent ALONE, in total darkness, in a cage, or alone, bed ridden in a bed, with no one saying ANYTHING to me, no one EVER interacting with me at all... and with fewer then two hundred total interactions with a Human in my ENTIRE LIFE, I am easily able to remember every single one of them.

Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. 

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.

Where wee you on your 10th birthday?
I was here:

house-room-floorlessI was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.

Where wee you on your 20th birthday?
I was here:


Where wee you on your 30th birthday?
I was here:

house-room-floorlessI was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.

You never saw the room Ben and my mother kept me locked in for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, the one Etiole used to break me out of? Well here you go, photos of it from the 2007 FBI and police reports, THIS is the "room", my mother designed it, my father built it, Bruce hired the priests of the Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to rape me in it... from the time i was 8 until 12, when Ben aka the High Priest came along and declared I was his and from the time i was 12 until 31 Ben kept me in this room only allowing me out on Sundays to attend church. still wonder why I hate the Atwaters? When I was 37 years old the FBI showed up and started the investigation into the trafficking ring the Atwaters ran out of 37 Smithwheel Road and 144 Portland Ave, Maine, this room was a pivotal piece of evidence that was roped off and no one allowed in it because of the FBI investigation... that's why the backhoe that ran over this room August 8, 2013 is such a very big importance... THIS room is what the backhoe was trying to hide. Look close at the floor, you can see the bones of the children who didn't survive.

I'm a survivor of adults who thought selling children to priests was a good income and this room was the biggest piece of evidence the FBI had until the backhoe drove over the house and carried off the remained, doing the biggest tampering of evidence of a fucking murder investigation ... that's WHY the backhoe drove over the house, because the Atwaters were desperate to hide the evidence of this rooms existence, and that's WHY they started the alien abduction hoax about me and Etiole because they thought if they destroyed the room and gaslighted me by spread alien abduction rumors, they thought they could convince everyone i was crazy for saying i was locked in this room for 27 years... but they didn't know before they did that, that the FBI had already been in the room and has HUNDREDS of photos of every inch of it. It was not the only place like this. These Atwater run child trafficking "rooms" have been found in twenty-one states. The FBI has shut down 14 of these child trafficking rings run by the Atwaters. If you support the Atwaters in any way, THIS is what you are supporting. When you send money to an Atwater run fund raiser, you funding building more rooms like this one. That's what they do with your hard earned money. Rooms like this, where small children, are raped and starved. And because the children have no birth records, no ID, they live and die without a paper trail. They exist to be raped daily, until they have their first period and risk getting pregnant, and they the room is locked not to be opened again, until they starve to death. Most die before their 12th birthday.

I'm a survivor, and I survived because of Etiole, because while HUNDREDS of people in Old Orchard Beach, Maine knew of this room, used this room, he was the only person with the moral decency to be horrified by this room and try to stand up to the Atwaters, and try the help the children. He used to break in and try to rescue me. Took me out into the swamps of the Ross Forest. But the Atwaters always found me and took me back.

To discredit me, when I was 14 years old, and escaped to the local police and tried to get help, the Atwaters made up a terrible story: they lied to the police. They told the police, there was no room, and Etiole was a figment of my imagination, they called him a demon at first, and later they called him an alien. The Atwaters spread a horrific lie, telling people that I was an alien abductee. And depending on WHICH Atwater you talked to the story changed wildly: sometimes Etiole was a evil spirit, other times a cryptid, other times a demon, but most often "The Amphibious Alien". 

We had a neighbor back in the 1970s, his name was Stephen King, he wrote about us. My Gypsy family, my car, me, and Etiole. He filmed two movies on our farm, but never once tried to help the children he wrote about. He never tried to help us children, even though his books and movies today exist as evidence that he was well aware of this room and Etiole. Instead, he profited off of our pain and suffering, while 120 of those children were saw up and their bones dumped in the Goosefare Broke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine... bones confiscated by the FBI in June 2016, which led to the arrest of many of the child traffickers at 37 Smithwheel Rod, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, that same year. 

Meanwhile The Atwaters continued to spread their lies about me and Etile, contacting hundreds of alien and UFO and cryptid organizations telling them I was abducted by aliens and Etiole was that alien. Only I have no clue what they were doing and I had never heard of the concept of aliens or cryptids or UFOs, and so I had no clue what MUFON and the UFO nuts were talking about, when they showed up on my farm to interview me and try to catch Etiole, calling him an EBE.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are no evil spirits.

There are no haunted cars.

There was just this room, and the children raped by Mormon priests... Mormon Priests, known as The Atwaters... Mormon Priests who invented the urban myth of a haunted car and a child abducted by aliens, for one reason, and one reason only: to make the children crazy, if those children ever dared tell people about this room.

Rooms like the one at 144 Portland Ave, 146 Portland Ave, and 37 Smithwheel Road, exist all over the State of Maine, and the 3 the FBI shut down in Old Orchard Beach, ran from the 1950s until 2016. I was put in this room in 1983. That's why I have no knowledge of any world event, any movie, and TV show, and books, anything that occurred between 1983 and 2010.

ALL of the children who survived these rooms, ALL of them, have been slandered the same way the Atwaters slandered me and Etiole. Each with stories of aliens and demons. Thirty-one of those survivors, have commit suicide, all who escaped, killed themselves within 3 years because of the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about them, alien abduction lies that are no different then the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about me and Etiole.

Yes, I am EelKat, Etiole’s friend, but I don’t know why you call me that, because it’s the other way around. He was my friend. He was my ONLY friend. He was the only person in this godforsaken town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, who did not value money or sex over the lives of children.

There are ONE group of people who call me an alien abductee. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call me an alien abductee, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls me an alien abductee, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.

I am not an alien abductee and I never claimed to be, and if anyone ever told you I was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.

There are ONE group of people who call Etiole an alien. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call him an alien, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, when I was 8 years old said an old man broke into the room and took me into the swamps; they call him an alien so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls Etiole an alien, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.

Etiole is not an alien and I never said he was, and if anyone ever told you he was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.

He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:


and HERE

and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

The Atwaters and their church group are evil, and if you believe their lies about me or Etiole, then you've fallen for their scam, just like they wanted you to do.

There is right now, in October of 2023, a group of people actively going to houses, store, bars, and restaurants throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach, randomly approaching total strangers and and saying "Have you heard about EelKat?" And then going on some spiel involving wild radical tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, cats, about 40 people near as we can tell, led by an elderly white haired man who drives a dark green pick up truck and a very fat, extremely morbidly obese blond woman about late 30s/early 40s, who people in the area have dubbed "porch bitch" because she goes from porch to porch all over Biddeford screaming from strangers' porches to walkers on the sidewalk, always screaming "Have you head about EelKat?" usually referencing also my Volvo. The FBI believes these two to be the husband and daughter of the woman who murdered my son. If you know who the white haired man or "porch bitch" are, the FBI is actively seeking information about their identity.

I am legally blind, I have never seen either of these people, so I do not know what they look like, I only know what witnesses are telling me they looked like when they showed up at their homes. I also have Kannar's Syndrome, real and actual (non-verbal, low functioning) Autism (not to be confused with high functioning Aspergers; I am only able to communicate by typing, and so here I am, typing, so I am unable to verbally respond to what these people are telling me. I have agoraphobia so, it is often months between me setting foot outside, but I am crippled with a broken spine from the November 14, 2013 attack of the golf club woman who crippled me when she murdered me son and thus I also can not get out of bed or stand up unaided. I do not know who either porch bitch or the white haired man these people are telling me is approaching them are. My son's murderer whom also crippled me, she I can identify if she ever got close enough again, but these two people whom are suspected of being her husband and daughter, I have not seen and can not identify. When you come to me and tell me they have approached you, you do nothing useful or helpful. I can not take YOUR testimony to the police or FBI, because it is YOUR testimony, not mine. YOU have to tell the POLICE and FBI what these people did. Do not come to me and tell me, because other then post this message here, there is nothing else I can do with the information you have provided.

There is some speculation that porch bitch may in fact live in my apartment building here at 409 Main Street in Biddeford, but I have lived here since February 2019, and of the 9 other families here, only one of them has lived here longer than me. Between the 9 families in our building, there are more then people living in this building and to date, I have met none of them.

Initially I had tried to introduce myself to each family in this building however, they are white and I am not, they are Christians and I am Moron/Voodoo, and this Maine where hatred of all things not white and not Christian are at their worst in the entire country.

White hatred for us Gypsies is very bad here in Maine and many in my family have been beaten, tortured, and murdered by the white Christians of Maine.

Does porch bitch live in our building? I do not know. But many witnesses are now saying they have seen her going in and out of the building, so she either lives here or knows someone who does.

With the extreme anti-Gypsy animosity and anti-Pagan animosity the 9 families who live at 409 Main Street have shown my family since we moved in here on February 2019, I would not be at all surprised if porch bitch not only lived here but the others know it, know what she is doing to my family and are not reporting it to the police simply because, that's what white people do to us non-whites.

Interestingly, witnesses are saying they believe the white haired man with the big green Dodge Ram pickup truck, lives on Portland Ave, very near my farm.

It is deeply disturbing, if this is true, because that means porch bitch and the white haired man are doing very severe levels of stalking, because my family has lived at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach since the 1530s, we settled and founded the town, and in 2019 when I moved into this apartment in Biddeford, no one else lived in this building, other then the gay couple who are still here and the only ones here longer than me. And also in 2019, there was no white haired man living near me on Portland Ave. 

This means, the man suspected of being "Clair's husband and the woman suspected of being "Claire's" daughter, Claire being the name the woman who murdered my son, called herself, have moved in next door to BOTH of my addresses within the last 3 years.

Claire used a golf club to beat my 8 month old son's head in with. If you are protecting Claire, know that THAT is the sort of child murdering bitch you are defending.

Claire's identity is the one we want. We want to know who she is. In 2021 a homeless man showed up in my driveway, claiming he knew who Claire was... 2 days later he was dead on the train tracks and splattered across the back of my house, and 2 days after that, this porch bitch woman showed up. We don't know who any of these people are, not the homeless man, not porch bitch, not Claire. We only got the name Claire, because that's what the bald man with her,November 14, 2013, the day she murdered my son, that's what he called her, and she answered him to that name, like it was her real name.

The Claire who murdered my son, she's who we are looking for... and apparently we got really close in 2021, because that's when porch bitch showed up with her wild alien/demon/cat slander, and she's working over time spreading her slander as far and as wide as she can, making it damn clear, she's scared shitless of us finding out who Claire is.

So, NOW, the FBI is not just asking for information about Claire's identity, they now want the identity of both Biddeford's porch bitch and Old Orchard Beach's white haired elderly man driving the mega, big 2ton dark green Dodge Ram pick up.

These 2 people closing in on my family, DAYS after a witness came forward saying he knew who Claire was, a witness who died 2 days later, before the FBI agents had a chance to talk to him... this is terrifying for my family, and it's deeply disturbing.

Porch bitch and her friends are terrorizing my family. And less then a month ago they killed my dog Mickey. There is something wrong with these people. These are NOT good people.

This is very, very deeply disturbing.

This makes them, in addition to everything else: stalkers.

Keep in mind too, porch bitch is the woman who poisoned and killed my dog Mickey only a few weeks ago. And one week before she poisoned and killed my dog, Mickey, she showed up at PortCon 2023, with a gang of about 12 others, at Round 1 in the Maine Mall, and tried to kill me, by peeling back the cheese on my pizza and loading it up with onions, something I am deadly allergic to. I would have been dead within 15 minutes had I eaten it. Porch bitch is dangerous. And she wants me dead. And she thinks nothing of killing my pets. She's proven that much.

There are HUNDREDS of people throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach contacting me, both online and in person offline, telling me that these people approached them at random. They appear to be hellbent on approaching every single person to set foot in either town, so if you are in Biddeford or Old Orchard Beach you'll likely encounter them sooner or later if you haven't already. They appear to have been doing this since around May 2021, but so far no one knows who they are.

One detail though: porch bitch, has been saying some very specific information about the murder that was NEVER made public, and is not in the police public access report, it's only in the FBI's classified report. The ONLY person who knows this detail is the murderer herself, and porch bitch is too young to be the murderer. The blond golf club woman who attacked me November 14, 2013, was in her late 60s to early 70s, she'd be in her late 70s or early 80s today. Porch bitch is young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter. But porch bitch has been saying information that ONLY the murderer would know, so porch bitch DOES have personal contact with my son's murderer and is probably dangerous herself.

She has information that was never released to the public. Information the police and fbi kept out of public access reports. Information that was kept classified so it could be used to identify the murderer. Information she could only get, from the murderer. She is using 27 Facebook accounts and over 100 Reddit accounts to post that information as far and wide as possible, while gathering up a large group from the Sanford ward church to go around Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach also spreading that classified information, while at the same time spreading the rumors and lies that I am an alien Abducted and Etiole is an alien, while also spreading rumors of my cars being haunted, while also making hundreds of deep fake videos on YouTube about me and my cars and Etiole. She is orchestrating a huge defamation slander smear campaign, which you have seen some of the videos about me and my car. Fbi believes she is the daughter of the golf club bitch who murdered my baby and is doing this because Tod Murphy told the FBI his mother was bragging to be the golf club woman. Porch bitch showed up same time Tod Murphy did, in fall of 2021. The Sanford ward people joined her around May 2022. Fbi is currently investigating every one connected to the Sandford ward, and they now believe the golf club woman to have been a member in 2013. You don't have full details of what porch bitch is doing, who is helping her, and how alarmingly large scale what she is doing is, simply because I can not give you full details. There is a lot of information about porch bitch and her crew that I've not said, things the FBI and police are aware of, and you the general public, don't need to be aware of.

These people are actively and deliberately making a massive attempt to compromise an FBI murder investigation, alongside huge levels of victim shaming.

Porch bitch clearly knows who the murderer is, and the FBI is looking for ANY information you have that leads to identifying porch bitch, because arresting porch bitch, is right now, the #1 best chance of also finding and arresting my son's killer.

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

Never forget: my son was murdered. That's what they want you to forget. They make up crazy rumors and lies because they want you to think about something, anything OTHER then my son's murder. And the ONLY person with THAT motive, is the golf club wielding blond woman, and anyone who is trying to cover up her crimes.

They want you to forget my son was murdered.

Clearly porch bitch is scared shitless that the killer, someone she knows, will be arrested soon, or she wouldn't be so hyper vigilant in her mega extreme slander campaign going on in Biddeford, Maine right now.

Beware of ANYONE who calls Etiole an alien, for he is not an alien and they are lying to you about him, as a slight of hand means of misdirection, to turn you away from seeing their own crimes.

Beware of anyone who tells you I believe in aliens, for I do not, and they are lying to you in a gaslighting technique meant to keep you from noticing the crimes they commited.

Trust no one who tells you I cast curses or consort with demons, for I do neither, and they say these things to you out of malicious motives, to make you look at anything other than themselves. They don't want you to see the sins they do, so they spread wild and bizarre rumors about me and an elderly homeless veteran, in a magicians pallor trick of misdirection. They use me and Etiole as their smoke and mirrors, so that you are looking the other way, while they get away with heinous crimes.

Beware of anyone who calls me a witch, for I am a Mormon, 5th generation, and we Mormons do not believe in witchcraft.

I need not tell you their names, for by their own actions, they will reveal themselves to you.

Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat... because remember too, my name is not EelKat. My name is Wendy Christine Allen. EelKat is a fictional character, a talking back fairy cat, from a Space Fantasy novel. Miss Citten The Eel Kat is Empress of Planet Ptarmagin and she travels to distant galaxies in a star ship, collecting deep space eels from other planets, her name is unpronounceable, so people call her "The Eel Kat" because she is the cat who has pet eels. The book was titled "Friends Are Forever" and it was published in 1978. You have to be severely mentally disabled in order to think that a talking space cat from a Fantasy novel is real, let alone be crazy enough to think that the author is that character. The very fact alone that porch bitch refers to ME as EelKat, that alone tells you the deeply disturbed fantasy prone mental case we are dealing with her. Her inability to discern fiction from reality, and he belief that I, a real person, an EelKat, a fictional space cat from a novel, or her belief that a local homeless veteran, is an alien, or her belief that my Dodge or my Volvo are demon possessed, that alone tells you what type of incredibly dangerous psychopath porch bitch really is. 

You can see video footage of his living conditions:


and HERE

and HERE.

THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman is calling an alien or a demon, depending on which delusion she is babble that day. THAT is Etoile. THAT is how he lives. THAT is who this deplorable woman is harassing.

Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat or otherwise tries to convince you I have anything to do with aliens, demons, curses, or witches, for they are deceiving you, and they do so, to draw your attention away from themselves. 

Never forget, my son was murdered on November 14, 2013, and the killer still walks free, and anyone telling you anything about aliens, demons, curses, or witches, has one goal and one goal only: a flagrant attempt to discredit me, and protect my son's murderer.

They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.

The FBI is looking for my son's killer AND the identity of the people who are trying to hinder their investigation.

If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is an alien CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.

Never forget, 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 

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in aliens CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, 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

If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is a demon CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, 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 

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in demons CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.

Never forget, 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

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I cast curses CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about curses to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, 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

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I am a witch CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about witches to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, 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

They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.

They want you to forget my son was murdered.


Never forget, 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

They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.


I don't know either of the examples you gave here. I've heard of Tolkien, but other then knowing the name of the book he wrote was Lord of the Rings, I don't know anything about him, his books, his characters, or what type of magic system he wrote. I know there's wizards in it, so there must be some sort of magic, but not knowing the book, I can't say if my magic systems are like it or not as I don't know what magic system it uses. i assume since Dungeons and Dragons was inspired by Tolkien's work that Tolkien's work is therefore very rules heavy with specific step by steps of "do this to get that" type magic.

I've never heard of Sanderson before at all, so no clue what that might be referring to. Is it a book? A game? Movie? Who wrote it? What is it about? I'm afraid I can not give you a specific answer as you have not been specific with your question and I've no clue what you are talking about. I will therefore try to make a guess instead.

When you say:

  • well-defined, rule-oriented


  • structured and predictable

I think Dungeons and Dragons, Harry Potter, or Pathfinder.

As mentioned above, when you say Tolkien, my thought was rules-heavy, because D&D is supposed to be based off Tolkien and I know D&D inside out, though I don't know Tolkien. What confuses me here is the fact that you define Tolkien magic as the OPPOSITE of rules-heavy magic.

I'm sorry, but when magic has step-by-step instructions you have to follow or else, that is in fact the very definition of magic that is rules-heavey.

I'm now left wondering, if you think extreeme OCD, annal retention of rules to the point of having to carry a spell book with you because there are too many rules to remember (which is what D&D wizards have to do - literally - if the wizard loses his spell book, he's sunk, because the D&D rules don't allow for a wizard to have a good enough memory to do his spells without his spell scrolls.) If you think THAT sort of magic is NOT rules heavy, and classify is as the opposite of rules heavy when saying this Sanderson is rules heavey instead.... then dang... whatever this Sanderson this is, it must be rules out the wooo to the point of being mgi-tech and not actual magic at all! (Which actually doesn't inspire me to want to look it up to find out what it is, as it sounds like something I've no interest in.)

When you say:

  • esoteric/arcane


  • ones that depict magic in a more mysterious way

I think Enochian Magic, Ceremonial Gardnerian Wicca, or Merlin the Magician, wizard-priests and monk-mages floating around in love struck hippie like ways because their god is the best danged thing ever and they are so full of god's ever loving love that now they can poop out magic spells and no one cares how it works because god gave them the power to poop out magic spells so it must be good.

So... that's the images that popped into my mind when reading your question.


I'm not sure that I have a preference for one way or the other. I think this is partly because my world is so huge (130+ novels since 1978) and features so many characters (the 3 primary characters each have friends and family and relatives, and meet new people each volume, which means there are close to a 1,000 named "active" characters in the series, not including random unnamed cast characters.) The series follows one family through the generations from early medieval times (800) till the end of the world (2525), though the bulk of the series takes place in the 1400s and the 1970s. Which means, magic changes and evolves over time.

As the series is so massive and each character so different from every other, and magic changes over time, the end result is no one magic system is seen exclusively. Each character that uses magic has their own system, unique to them, their religion, their culture, there race, where they live, and what time period it is, etc.

I'm trying to think, is it rules heavy or not?

I think it's not, rules heavy, in that, in Quaraun's world magic is an energy field that exists in everything, and depending on the person tapping into it, it can be used to do pretty much whatever you can think of.

On the other hand it does have rules to some extent, in that, you can't just grab hold of the energy and sling it around all willy nilly. It requires years - decades- of training to learn how to focus your mind and be able to control magic, bending it to your will.

I think if I was to try to compare it to a well established magic system that it is somewhat like "The Force" used by Jedi and Sith in Star Wars, though it's not the same as that, but that's the closest one I can think of for being similar.

I think the magic is Quaraun's world is very spiritual-esoteric type, but that at the same time it takes a hell of a lot of time, dedication, and patience to master using it to your advantage, thus applying rules to it. So, I think my world's magic falls in the middle somewhere, of being both esoteric and rules.

Most people in Quaraun's world view magic as distant and mysterious and it's not seen as useful or practical for everyday use. Most people see wizards as silly old men who are too overly obsessed with religion and are too busy trying to play gos to get real jobs. So there is definitely an esoteric mindset about magic from the population as a whole.

On the other hand, the men who are actually using magic, the wizards themselves, they see it as very serious business and are devoted to mastering it and have built up this vast ritualistic system of step by step rules and guidelines that they have to follow exactly in order to master using magic successfully.

So I think too, there is a matter of character perspective at play, because some characters see it all as a load of hooey, while others see it as an exact scientific art, and other characters see it as mysterious and godlike, while others see it as a way to use people (scam artists often use magic, for example.)

Plus there are dozens of different types of magic systems, each one is then changed depending on the group teaching it to others. Schools teach magic very scientifically, while churches and temples teach magic with reverence to a god allowing them to use it by his/her will. Every school has a different method and philosophy, and so too does every religion. It's further complicated by the fact that each teacher or priest or scientist is a different individual who their own set of beliefs around magic and so each teaches it slightly differently even within one system.

In the end, I don't think magic in Quaraun's world falls neatly into either esoterical or rules based and that it is fully dependant on the character in question and how that character was taught to use magic, combined with their personal beliefs regarding science and or religion and how those beliefs effect how they use magic.

#1: Know what magic is.

For example: In Quaraun's world, magic is a force or energy that exists in everything. It can be harnessed and controlled, by someone able to focus their mind with intent of purpose. Thus a wizard can create a fire ball, seemingly out of mid air, when in fact what he is doing is pulling the life force/energy out of things (plants, trees, other people) around him. Fire ball or lightning bolt type magic is rarely seen in my world however, because attempted to harness enough energy to to that, weakens the wizard's immune system making him very weak and prone to sickness. Also it can kill whatever it is he pulled the energy out of... thus a side effect is the area may go barren because he sucked the life force out of the grass and shrubbery.

#2: Know what magic CAN do.

For example: In Quaraun's world, magic on it's own doesn't do much. Any body COULD do magic if they tried, but few people try because it takes decades to learn how to harness and control magic. Most Mages are content to be "street magicians" entertaining children at the market with simple tricks.

Wizards are people who spend decades studying and learning advanced magic skills. Wizards can control the weather, use psionic powers to "hypnotize" people to make then do things they would not normally do, and some are advanced enough to "reshape" things (turn a flower into a butterfly, turn leaves into ears of corn.) The most advanced wizards can grant wishes.

Wizards are rare, only 100 or so are known to exist (on a planet with about 3 billion people).

Most wizards were good people who used their skills to help people. However...Because Wizardry can be used to cause harm (kill crops, kill people, send storms to cause floods, etc) and the wizards who did bad things, caused a lot of harm, wizardry is now illegal.

#3: Know what magic CAN NOT do.

For example: In Quaraun's world, love spells do not work. This is because magic can not change a person's mind. While it is possible to cast a "temporary love spell" to hypnotize a person, say long enough to get them in a wedding dress and saying 'I do' the mind control wears off soon (only a few hours) and they will quickly realize what you made them do. You can alter a person's mind to enslave them, but you can not force their free will. Their body will follow commands, but their mind will hate you for it.

There is one story in the series which focuses on exactly this. A man (a Pixie) wants a woman (a Lilac Fairy) to fall in love with him and hires a wizard (Quaraun) to make a love spell. In spite of Quaraun's explaining magic doesn't work that way and no love spell is going to work, the man persists.

The man takes to threats against the wizard when the woman announces her wedding to another man. Reluctantly Quaraun makes the spell potion the man requested, but warns the man will live to regret it.

The love potion seemingly does as intended. The woman marries the man, cancelling her wedding to the man she actually loves.  

As instructed the man drugs his new wife's food every night in order to keep the spell "working".

However, Quaraun is a wandering vagabond wizard and is not in the area long. A year after the wedding, the man runs out of his love potion and is frantic to find the wizard who made it as, the truth of the situation has hit him--- she doesn't love him and she never will and if he doesn't get more of the "love spell" drug fast, she's gonna leave him.

In other words, the love spell is not magic at all, but rather a potion made to bend someone's will against their will. We know this today as drugs and drug use, but in medieval times people didn't know about drugs and thought drugs were a type of magic.

Potions in the Quaraun series are classified as a type of magic, but potions are in fact not magic at all. A wizard who makes potions is simply a Wizard with the knowledge of which drugs/herbs produce which side effects and use that knowledge to trick people into thinking they are doing magic when they are in fact not using any magic at all.

This is also the primary difference between Witches and Wizards in the Quaraun series. Witches being well versed in herbs and roots and mixing them to produce a desired effect. Witches rarely use magic and focus mostly on potions and charms (charms relying on a person's faith). Whereas Wizards are using magic and can actual cause physical changes (turn a person into a dragon). 

"Always bargain during the planting season."

"What?" Kelim felt confused, as though he's missed something.

"Tis planting season and you are bargaining for a great cause..."

"A great cause?" Kelim didn't understand. The Moon Elf seemed to be speaking only half of what he was thinking. Either that or he was insane and not capable of thinking too clearly. Kelim didn't think he had ever met an insane person before so he wasn't sure what to expect from this man who was rumored to be insane.

"Love is a great cause. Perhaps the only cause truly worth fighting for," Quaraun stopped what he was doing and turned to the Pixie. "Would YOU fight for love?"

"Uhm...I... uhm..."

"Yhm is not an answer. You hesitate at too many things, Boy." The Elf snapped his perfectly manicured fingers in Kelim's face."It's a simple answer, Boy, yes or no. There's nothing to think about, no ahhs or uhmms, it should be just automatic: yes or no."

"I'm just a boy, you know!" Kelim pouted. "I don't know all the right answers yet, I'm not some ancient wise old wizard who'se spent a life time studying brick a brack tomes."

"You think I'm old?" The Necromancer stopped what he was doing, stepped back and stared dumbfounded at the Pixie. His voice sounded wounded, and Kelim instantly regretted his sudden outburst. He had not intended to hurt the Elf's feelings. And clearly this was highly narcissistic egotistical Elf suffering from some serious vanity and pride issues. It occurred to Kelim that calling the Elf old, could ruin his chances of getting any help from the Elf. 

"I... I'm...I'm sorry, that didn't come out right. I wasn't thinking, I..."

"You seem to do a lot of that." Quaraun turned back to a shelf full of strange looking curio objects. Jars of bird's feet and lizards tongue and such other things. "Lack of thinking is a serious flaw on your part. Of course you're a Fairy, so what else is there to expect? It's why you're here is it not? Hasty thinking, don't know what else to do, ain't got enough sense to jerk yourself off, or find yourself a whore, no! Let's run to the local wizard whom we think is more powerful then the wizard whose daughter I want to fuck."

"I didn't say I wanted to..."

Quaraun turned and stared at the young Pixie. 

Kelim fell silent. The strange transvestite terrified him. Quaraun said nothing. He didn't need to say a word, Kelim could see from the look on his face, that Quaraun was acussing him of lying. Kelim hung his head and looked at the large wooden table. The Moon Elf strode across the room and flung himself into a large pink velvet cushioned throne like chair. He sat there staring at the Pixie waiting for him to say something.

Kelim slowly lifted his eyes to meet pink pupiled eyes of the albino Necromancer. Quaraun was sitting very stiff, leaning forward with his thin elbows on the arms of the chair and his long boney gold plated fingers crossed in front of him. Kelim thought the Elf looked very smug and regal, almost Kingly, well queenly, the guy was wearing a pink dress after all. Kind of hard to take a fearsome Elf like Quaraun totally seriously when he was sitting there sparkling from head to toe in pink sequins. But still, his cold blue eyes were formidable and warned that this was not an Elf to be reckoned with.

"You do understand, Boy, that these things always come with a cost. Don't you?"

"How much do you want?"

The Moon Elf laughed wickedly, "I’m not talking about money, Boy."

Quaraun slid off the huge pink throne and glided back to where Kelim stood. Kelim leaned over cockeyed trying to see if the Elf's feet were touching the ground or not. He seemed to be floating several inches off the ground, but Kelim couldn't tell as the pink silks were fluttering on the ground and the Elf's feet could not be seen.

"Love is a deep and important thing. It lasts forever. I loved once. I still love. But my lover is dead. But love, true love is forever. It never dies. Souls can reach across time and space and touch each other, long after death. He is long dead, but I can still feel soul. Forever's a long time, Boy. If you truly love her, you'll still love her, when she's dead and gone, and you won't replace her with another, because love doesn't do that. Only lust replaces a lover, because lust isn't love. Lust is you following your dick into nearest skirt you see. Love is loyal. Love is devoted. Love is faithful. Love is forever. Do you love her or do you lust after her?”

“I love her.”

“And yet you don't know her.”


“Never meet her, even.”


“How can you love someone you never meet? Never talked to. Don't even know. That is not love. That is lust. You lust for a pretty thing. You want to stick your cock in her and once you've done that, your burning passion for her will die and you'll find another. Love doesn't do that. You don't know what love is. No one who thinks they can buy a love potion does.”

“I love her.”

“Are you sure? You want to buy a love spell. Doesn't sound to me like you love her. Sounds like you just want to enslave her. That ain't love, Boy. Do you wish for love or do you just wish to be fucked? If you want to fuck someone, go fuck a whore. There are plenty of them in town. They'll take your money and show you a good time. Get your itch off your chest and out of your pants and let you think more clearly when your saluting cock ain't leading the way."

"I'm not...I don't..."

"Not what? Not low enough to fuck a whore? Don't need to fuck a whore? What are you? A eunuch? I know you're not a eunuch. You know how I know you're not a eunuch? Because I am a eunuch. I have mastered the art of ignoring any need or desire for any man or woman of any kind. That's why I'm a powerful wizard. My mind isn't clogged up with petty, useless desires for sex. The only thing that leads a man to a woman, is his dick. Not his head and certainly not his heart.”

“My... my...”

“Your dick ain't leading the way? Ha! Do you have any idea how many horny men come to me, thinking they want love, begging for love, pleading for love, desperate for me to make them a love spell, when all they really wanted was to shove their dick up her skirts? Once they are done fucking her, they'll dump her and leave her, ain't got no more use for her once they've emptied their aching balls into her. That's all they really wanted. They didn't care about love or commitment or forever. They couldn't tell the difference between love and lust. Love lasts forever, Boy. Be sure you ain't just lusting after the little bitch, because you'll live to regret it if you didn't really love her and went and cast a love spell to bind your soul to her."


"Too much for you to wrap your mind around, Boy? You know what? I don't think you know what you want. I think you should go home, stuff your hand down your pants, relieve the tension you're feeling and see if that helps you to think more clearly tomorrow. See if you still love her, once you discover you don't need her to make your little baby factory work, you can do that all on your own, seeing how you are too good for the likes of a lowly whore."

"Do you go to whor..."

Quaraun glared at Kelim and the Pixie shut his mouth. 

"Do you know what a eunuch is? I don't have sex anyone. I repress all desires."

After a moment of silence Kelim said: "I told you I'd pay."

“You think I want money?”

“Don't you?”

“I killed a dragon.”


“Dragon's have hoards of gold.”


“So, I'm very likely the wealthiest person in the galaxy, not just on this stupid little hick of a planet. I can buy anything or any one I want. Except for BoomFuzzy. He's dead. You can't buy back life. I know. I tried. I sold my soul for love and then he died and now I'm alone. What price are you willing to pay for love, Boy?”

Kelim reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin.

“But I told you I can pay you.”

"You still don't get it do you? I’m not talking about money. You want to buy a love spell? Yes? Love spells are not like other magic. Most magic you use on yourself. When people come in here looking for love spells they want me to wave a magic wand over the head of their chosen one and POOF make the bitch fall madly in love with him."

"Ofelia's not a bitch!" Kelim was getting impatient and becoming offended by the Necromancer's vulgar tongue.

"Ah! We hit a nerve. You'll defend the little whore then?"

"She's not a whore!" Kelim stamped his foot, quite forgetting he was supposed to be cowering in fear at what was supposedly the most powerful wizard of all time, but the Elf both looked and talked like a prostitute and it was hard for Kelim to accept that Quaraun was anything other than insane.

“Really? Not a whore?”

“No! She's not. You are!”

“I'm a whore? And on what do you base that? My clothes? Don't judge a man by his clothes. Don't judge a book by it's cover. The most fearsome looking wizard, is always going to be the least dangerous. Nothing is as it appears, Boy. Did you pass an old woman on the way here. The one that sits under the street lamp, feeding the pigeons? Old and grey and wrinkled, with one foot in the grave. She's a whore. Did you know that? Best whore in this town. Men pay her three times what they pay the pretty, young slutty things. And you know why? She has experience. She knows how to service a man beyond his wildest dreams. Don't judge a book by it's cover, Boy. I'm no whore. Pink is my favourite colour. I like glitter. Silk feels marvellous against my skin. And I've got big balls, pants are uncomfortable. Chafe and bruise. I prefer to let my balls swing free between my legs. I'm not a whore. I just dress in a way that is comfortable for me and pleasing to my eyes.”

“You're insane.”

“Yes I am.” Quaraun took out the wanted poster and looked at it. “Yes, apparently that's what people call me now. Quaraun the Insane. Oh dear.”

“Can we stop talking about your problems and get back to my problems?”

“You mean your whore?”

“She's not a whore!”

"Really, now? And you know this, how? Because YOU haven't fucked her? She could be fucking the whole damned town and you wouldn't know would you?"

"How dare you!" Kelim yelled. "You take that back!"


The Elf mumbled something in a squishy, slithery jelly fish language, Kelim had never heard before, as he turned away and went back to the shelves at the far side of the room. 

"You have a temper to you, Boy. Scared shitless of everything around you, oh, I know that feeling, scared of everything, fainting over everything. It is so hard to stay upright and awake some days, but you're willing to defend a woman, whom you freely admit you do not know and cannot speak to. Fascinating. Love not lust. Ha, ha! Ready to piss your pants at the sight of an Elf in a dress, but you can be goaded. Takes love on some level to get a reaction like that, even from a coward like you."

"I love her."

"Are you sure?"


~Kelim and The Necromancer

#4: Theorize what magic maybe COULD do if any one was crazy e

nough to try it.

For example: In Quaraun's world, magic can do pretty much whatever you want it to do, but it requires so much energy to do big, powerful, or long term spells, that magic becomes impractical for everyday use. There are some alchemists (quasi-scientists?) who theorize that machines can be built to harness and store energy, in a way that would make magic casting safely available for everyone. The idea is "crazy" so no one dares test it out.

#5: Know WHY it is that there are some things magic can do that are FORBIDDEN or otherwise taboo.

For example: In Quaraun's world, magic CAN bring the dead back to life, however, the life is different. Worst case, they return as a shambling dead (mindless zombie with rotting flesh). Or they may come back as a soulless beast/monster (Vampire, Lich, Ghoul, etc). If they do come back with a soul, it may not be the same soul they had in life, meaning person A is alive again in person B's body, so while you resurrected your lover's body, you did so with someone else's mind/memories. Because the risks far outweigh the advantages resurrecting the dead is forbidden.

#6: Magic always has consequences, what are the consequences in YOUR world.

For example: In Quaraun's world, magic can not be used extensively. Magic is similar to the flow of magnetic energy. Harnessing it, means you are forcibly directing the energy to flow into and through your own body. While the energy is in you, it energizes you, allowing you to do supernatural things (like shooting lightning bolts from your fingers). But you can only do it briefly, and may not be able to do it again for several days or even several weeks, as it physically drains/exhausts you. Wizards often collapse unconscious after casting a powerful spell because of this, and it may be days before they wake up.

Also in my world, magic is unstable and unpredictable, spells often back fire and wizards are often injured by their own spells. (A wizard may burn his hands to the bone in attempting a fire ball, for example.)

Because of this, wizards tend to be a frail, sickly lot, and magic has no practical uses in warfare.

In The Lich Lord's Lover the government tested out wizards in their army - the Wizards turned out to be a liability - their magic was too unstable and unpredictable, and it was days before they could cast another spell.

In that novel, Quaraun is kidnapped by a rouge commander who is convinced the studies are wrong and that having the world's most powerful Wizard on his side, will help him win. He, however failed to consider what magic is, how magic is used, what magic can and can not do, and the fact that magic's ability to do anything at all is dependant upon the emotional stability of the Wizard casting it.

Quaraun is already a nervous wreck to begin with. His personality was high strung and anxiety prone before becoming a wizard. When he is relaxed, able to meditate and focus for several hours, he is then able to cast spells that other wizards only dream of.

Quaraun truly is the most powerful wizard of all time, but, his ability to tap into that power, requires him to go off by himself and meditate for days on end, to be able to fully use his powers. Denied this, and his ability to cast spells becomes laughable at best.

The more nervous he becomes, the greater chances his spells have of literally blowing up in his face and hurting both him and anyone around him.

In the Lich Lord's Lover situation, Quaraun is being held captive against his will, and his lover Unicorn is being used as a blackmail bargaining chip, with the soldier's beating his lover whenever Quaraun doesn't do what they ask. The end result is a very high stress situation that completely shuts down Quaraun's ability to cast magic at all. Yet the soldiers are forcing him to cast spells on command in a battlefront. Which results in many members of their own army being injured by Quaraun's inability to cast spells in this situation. This in turn causes them to beat him up claiming that he miss cast his spells on purpose with the intent to harm them.

The soldiers, know nothing of magic and think magic can do anything, so they refuse to believe Quaraun is telling the truth about the limits of his ability to cast magic in a battle front or while they are holding his lover hostage or while they are threatening him. They think of Wizards as being like a vending machine - pop in a coin and out pops a toy, only in this case, tell a wizard to to cast a spell and his does no questions asked. The soldiers next decide to punish him, by forcing him to watch while they beat his lover to death. This triggers the other side of Quaraun's magical ability, and the true reason people are scared of him.

In situations where his life is threatened, Quaraun will make random attempts to cast spells of protection. However, with his fear levels off the charts and his adrenaline going overtime, he inadvertently sucks the life force out of everything around him. Quaraun is physically unable to contain the amount of energy passing through his body and passes out. No one knows what happens, not even him. All he knows, is when he wakes up, everyone is dead. EVERY ONE. Everyone as in, everyone for miles around. Every person. Every animal. Every plant. Every bird. Every tree. This magical overload, happens in several novels, including BoomFuzzy, Swamp of Death, and Lich Lord's Lover and results in people calling Quaraun the Most Feared Wizard, because his powers when not under his full control are lethal.

I like this list and actually use several of these things in the series:

  • Requires large quantities of resources

Depends on the spell. For example, you often see Quaraun seek out a volcano to cast his spells near. This is because he's drawing on the energy of the fire inside the volcano. Bigger spells require more energy and bigger items (such as a mountain) have bigger energy sources for Wizards to use.

  • Requires extremely specific resources

Potion making does, but potion making has more in common with medicine and drug use, then with magic arts, in the Quaraun series.

  • Can only be performed at designated times

Superstitious magic users say one must do this spell by that moon phase, or whatever, but more advanced Wizards like Quaraun, laugh at this and same it does not matter the time, what matters is you belief. They then point out if a spell only works at certain times, it's because said caster BELIEVED the spell would ONLY work at that time and it was the power of the caster's faith, not the spell itself that caused this to happen.

Quaraun inadvertantly kills all of the Katopas in Swamp of Death.

  • Physically harms the world as a whole

It can and often does, though this is not always the case.

  • Cannot be completely controlled

Magic is a wild, untamed, chaotic energy that exists in everything. To use it, it has to be harnessed and controlled.

  • Can only be performed by people lucky enough to have been born with the capability (or potential therefor)

This one is not used. Any one can use magic if they take the time to learn.

However, Wizards are generally people who had a natural gift for psychic abilities and usually as people with a calm temperament, able to meditate quietly.

  • Creates an equal and opposite effect elsewhere

This has been mentioned. Quaraun cast a very big spell in one scene in Into the Swamp of Death, then later in the same novel, he's at a tavern and a random stranger approaches him, accusing him of having killed the Katopas, a herd of gentle gazelle like beasts. Quaraun is clueless as to why the herd died, but later realizes, that by casting a big spell, he has to suck the life energy out of something somewhere....

...before this point, Wizards in his world were unaware of how magic worked and did not realize they were pulling life energy out of living beings, killing them, in order to cast their spells.

Once Wizards realized this was happening, many ceased to practice magic, thus why Wizards became so very rare.

I don't remember." Quaraun looked down at his glass. The bubbling red liquid was now the same shade of glowing blue as the stranger's blood. "What is this?"

"Angelic Ecstasy Mystery Brew as she calls it, eh?" The grey skinned beast-man with large leathery demon wings said to the pale Elf. "It smells like rose perfume and fasts metallic, but leaves a delicious after taste of bananas and pine on yar tongue. Patrons seem to become addicted to drinking it, the more they drink the more they want, it is rumoured to be made by a local wizard, with apricots as its key ingredient.”


Apricots grown on demon trees.”

I like apricots.”

Ya likes apricots."

The drink was still changing colour and form as he held the glass and watched it. It was sapphire in colour with bubbles and smoke coming from it and now it smelling like chocolate covered apricots.


Always back to BoomFuzzy, isn't it?”

He's dead.”

I know.”

He killed himself.”

I know he did.”

It was my fault.”

Yes, it was.”

I killed my father.”

Ya ate him.”

Elves don't eat Elves.”

Ya be a Thullid. The Elf in you died a long time ago.”

I've killed everyone.”

You most certainly have.”

I'm not an Elf any more.”

You haven't been an Elf in a long time.”

I'm a monster.”

You're turning into a Thullid.”

I don't want to be a Thullid.”

Ya can't help that.”

I like being an Elf.”

I know.”

Who are you?”

A friend. Probably only one ya has left.”

Why do you say that?”

You'll remember in time.”

"You are very cold. You feel like a Lich to me, but you look like a gargoyle. What are you?"

"I is Vampire. I tinks.”

You think?”

Not sure.”

How can you not know?”

I was dead.”

I think everyone here is dead.”

Quaraun looked at the lifeless people moving slowly around the room, some with no limbs, their bodies rotting and decaying as they circled slowly around the room. The room seemed to be fading into the fog, the walls becoming alive with the dead. Quaraun cringed and looked back down at his drink. “Everyone here is dead.”

Are you dead?”

I don't feel dead.”

Does ya recognize any of them?”

No. Should I?”

You've killed them all.”

Did I?”


Quaraun looked around the room. There were seemingly endless hundreds crowded into it, the walls stretching onward forever.

All of them?”


It couldn't have been so many.”

More. The Katopas didn't come here. They were innocent, they went straight to Heaven.”


They're extinct now.”

Did I do that?”

You did.”

I sorry.”

Don't tell me. Tell them."

I couldn't have killed everyone here.”


The woman I meet before, she said her husband killed her.”

You used to have a wife.”

Did I?”

And four children.”

I remember the children. I killed them too didn't I?”

You did.”

I loved my children.”

You killed them four hundred years ago. And then you killed your wife.”

Why did I do that?”

You're a Thullid.”

I'm an Elf.”

With a psychotic JellyFish living in your head, telling you what to do.”

Everyone here is dead?”


Am I dead?”

Are you?”

Are you a Vampire?”

I do'na know.”

How can you not know?”

I wasn't a Vampire yesterday.”

You wasn't...” Quaraun stared at the creature, blinking and trying to process the information he'd been given. “Did I kill you?”

You did.”

Who are you?”

A Vampire who plans to haunt you for the rest of your life.”

If everyone here is dead and I am here, then am I not dead?”

That does seem logical.”

Then you can't haunt me for the rest of my life.”

Then I will haunt you for the rest of your death.”

That makes no sense.”

It's your nightmare.'

Am I asleep?”


This feels like a nightmare.”

You are very much awake and this is no dream.”

How can I be awake if I'm dead?”

You're nightmare, not mine. I'm just here to torment you for all eternity.”

You don't look like a Vampire.”


You look like a Gargoyle.”

Perhaps I should go perch myself on a French cathedral.”

~Quaraun and The Vampire - Into The Swamp of Death

  • Can only be performed in designated places

Not usually, though there are some instances of this. Usually if the spell requires a designated place, it's because of the place itself and not the spell. For example, blood rituals need to be done in the place where the end result is desired. If you are sacrificing someone to call up a demon, you have to go to the place the Demon chooses. Or another example is resurrecting a person, needs to be done in the exact location where they died, not their grave where they are buried, because the spell needs to grasp hold of their life energy, if it is still on Earth at all.

  • Physically harms the user

Often, yes. Small, simple spells tend to be harmless, but bigger more advanced spells often have serious side effects. If a Wizard wants to cast fire balls, he better have fire proof robes and something to protect his hands, because he WILL get burned. It is for this reason fire casting spells are rare and the wizard will use a wand, so that the fire comes from the wand and not his hands.

In City of the Screaming Statues, Unicorn is mortally wounded by the Sun Elves' wizard. Upon discovering he has lost the ability to cast healing spells, he instead casts a spell to kill off every last Sun Elf, except for the village's alchemist, whom had tried to stop the others from hurting Unicorn.

  • Mentally harms the user

This is a big one. Thus why people call my Wizard "Quaraun the Insane". He's done what no other wizard before him has done, reached levels of power no one thought possible, and has done so at the expense of his mental stability.

In Quaraun's world one fact about magic remains consistently true regardless of any other variation: wizards are all insane.

The rigors of their studies, push them physically, mentally, and emotionally, beyond what the normal body can hold. Becoming a Wizard has the same general side effects of becoming a "test pilot" for experimental air craft. The mind is not made to deal with the things Wizards must face, and so the deeper they delve into magic, the more desperately insane they become.

There is no known case of a Wizard not sinking into madness.

  • Developing power in one form of magic prevents them from developing power in another

This was mentioned briefly in one of the Quaraun novels, though it was not explored in depth. But there was a scene where his friend & lover Unicorn, was wounded by another Wizard, and Quaraun tries to use healing magic to help his friend, but the spell fails. Quaraun has cast healing spells in the past, but it was a long time ago, before he became a Necromancer, before he had used magic to take a life. Before he had become a murderer, using Blood Magic to kill people.

The scene shows Quaraun confused, not understanding why he, a Wizard who's reached levels of power beyond anything he ever could have imagined, is unable to cast a simple healing spell that a student would have cast with no trouble. The Sun Elf Wizard laughs and points out that Quaraun's inability to cast a healing spell is a side effect of his having become too far advanced in Necromancy and Death Magic.

In essence what happened was the more he used Death energy and Blood Magic, pulling life forces out of the living.... the more it corrupted (corroded?) his ability to work with life energy in a positive way. He became so adept at taking life, that the energy in his body was now rejected the ability to restore life any more (in much the same way the ends of a magnet reject each other.)

Outside of this one scene, however, I have not explored this side effect magic has in any greater detail. I should because it would make for interesting stories, to see what other abilities he has unknowingly lost to gain the abilities he now has.

Quaraun looked around the room. Several of the Sun Elves wore the distinctive hood robes of the Guild. Radical racists known for killing everything and every one they did not like, by simply virtue of "they was different from me".

"You monsters," Quaraun growled as he hugged Unicorn close to him and began chanting a healing spell.

"If you are a Necromancer, then you have not the power to heal the sick. Evil beings cannot harness such spells. Monsters like you abuse magic, twist it to your own purposes."

Quaraun closed his eyes and ignored the Elven King, as he placed his hand over Unicorn's chest and continued chanting. He could feel Unicorn's body relax, as the pain eased and the burning sensation left his body. Unicorn opened his eyes again, his breathing becoming more steady. Quaraun leaned over and kissed Unicorn's face.

"They are right, I can not heal you," Quaraun whispered into Unicorn's ear. "I have not that power. But I can reverse the spell he put on you and ease your pain." 

Quaraun kissed the Phooka's face, than laid him back down on the ground. 

"My poor Unicorn. You will have to heal on your own now. I'm so sorry this happened to you. You did not deserve this."

Quaraun looked back to the King. "Why did you do this to him?"

"I told you..."

"You told me nothing! You had no evidance that he hurt me, and any fool could have seen he is too old and too blind to have done anything to me or anyone else. He is in ill health, you could see that, he could not fight you, he was a threat to no one. How dare you!" 

Quaraun rose to his feet to face the Elven King. 

"You took advantage of his weakened state to torture him for no reason at all! You racist pig! How dare you call me a monster! You speak to me of absusing magic. You're the Guild members here, not me. I'd never stood to your levels of deviance. Using magic to abuse the innocent is your kind of dirty tactics, not mine. I'm not the one using magic to bully a defencless, elderly, invalid creature who's incabable of harming anyone. You Guild bastards are."

"Our people have been under constant attack by the Fae of this region. We had no reason to believe he was no one of them."

"You are too quick to judge. You should not have hurt him. He would never have hurt me or any of you. He is a peaceful Faerie."

"We had no reason to believe the lies of a Faerie. He claims to be your bonded mate."

"He is."

~The City of The Screaming Statues

  • Their power starts out weak the first time you try it, and they have to practice extensively to make it stronger

This one is used as well. Humans rarely become Wizards because it takes so long to master advanced spells. Quaraun (an Elf) studied for 300 years to reach his level of skill.

  • Their power drains and has to recharge after the fact

Spells take an amount of energy in tune with the size of the spell. A simple spell, like making tea sweeter, may have no noticeable effects for a powerful Wizard, but could seriously drain a student just learning. Likewise, calling up a tornado to attack a town, takes tremendous power and could put even an advanced Wizard into a comma.

Wands are like rechargeable flashlights. Good for so many uses and then you have to recharge it. Number of uses and methods of charging vary depending on the skill of the Wizard, the type of spell, and the material the wand is made from.

  • Their power has to be specifically charged before using it

This is used a lot. Wizard's like Quaraun have to meditate and focus their mind on their intent, and it's not a quick, think it and it happened. They have to meditate for hours - sitting silent, not moving for 8 hours or more. This factor about advanced wizardry is one of the reasons there are so few Wizards in the world, because few people are able to just sit and do nothing for so many hours on end.

There is also a similar method, where wizards charge not only themselves but also their tools (wands, staves, crystals, etc). Quaraun has multiple wands, and he charges each one separately with a different intent. If stored properly the wands will stay charged until they are used. Typically in the Quaraun series, each wand has a separate use, and only very advanced Wizards are able to charge multiple spells into their wands. Quaraun has a "Rainbow Wand" that can hold 6 spells, each attuned to a different colour. He's one of the few Wizards whom has mastered the art of multiple spells in one wand, but, he's a bit absent minded and frequently forgets what each spell does, and often casts the wrong spell when using his Rainbow Wand.



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.


Author Interviews
On Writing The Quaraun Series:

  1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

Author Interviews
On CosPlaying The Quaraun Characters:

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 

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: and here:

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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