The Quaraun Series Prologue

The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane - A Pink Necromancer Lore Post

Series Title: The Pink Necromancer: The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane aka The Twighlight Manor Series; The Quaraun Series (formerly known as The Twighlight Manor Series) spans more than 150 novels and more than 2,000 short stories published since the series started September 23, 1978. Each story is standalone and can be read in any order.

POINT OF VIEW: third person; usually Quaraun's point of view

CONTINUING SERIAL? Yes and No. Each story is standalone and can be read in any order. There are no part 1 continuing to part 2 type of format. Each story is self contained in one volume.

INTERRACIAL COUPLES? Yes; Quaraun/SunTa` is a Gypsy/Elf, BoomFuzzy/Unicorn is a Black/Asian/Faerie/Phooka, Gremlin/GhoulSpawn/Checka is a cloven hooved sheep Demon - but also none of them is Human, they are also fictional characters - so if you want to have a hissy fit over fictional mythical beast, you go right ahead and do that, prove what a crazed bigoted lunatic you are.

LGBTQAI+ COUPLES? Yes; Quaraun is bi-sexual, demisexual, F2M intersex, and polygamous. He has 2 male lovers and 5 female wives.

GENRE: Dialectic Fantasy > Experimental Abstract Literary Slice of Life > Gay Male Pulp Fiction Dialogue Vignette > Fictional Portrayal of Psychopaths > Grotesquerie Families & Relationships > Futuristic False Utopia Dystopic Societies > Fear of the Unknown Dystopian Literature > Dark Fantasy > Sword & Sorcery > Bizzarro > Literary > Absurdist > Yaoi > Gay Romance > Slice of Life > Dystopian > Post-Post-Zombie Apocalypse > Time Travel > Portal Fantasy > Character Study > Vignette

LANGUAGE: Scottish-Canadian English. This book is written by a Scottish author and is written in the author’s native language, Scottish English, then translated after into Canadian English.

LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Character Driven Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, meaning there's a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologues, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action or plot going on in this heavily character driven series. Each story is a narrow, focused look at a single event (often a single day or hour) in Quaraun's life.

This content warning has been added because for some reason, more than 1,000 readers have contacted me to suggest I add it because they said they would have bought nothing in the series had they known ahead of time this was LITERARY Fantasy and not generic Fantasy.

*shrug*

I don't see the need for this content warning, but, whatever. Here it is.

Pronunciation Guide:

Quaraun: Quay-Rownne A name I made up, for one of my player characters while playing RPG games. Pronounced like in Quaking Quebec Quaker, in an Earthquake rescued by a RoNin in a row-boat made of Rowan wood. Merrily they sail away as the quaking Quebecian Quaker sings Row, Row, Row your boat. Quaraun = Quay-Rownn. Quaraun is an albino Moon Elf silk weaver.

Phooka: Foo-KA, Like phooey foo-fighters and kakapo birds. A Phooka, pronounced with a soft “f” and spelt with a “ph” is an evil blood thirsty type of Faerie, related to a Kelpie, and is a type of Unicorn, not to be confused with Pooka (poo-ka – pronounced with a hard “P” like Winnie the Pooh Bear and spelt with no “h”) also not to be confused with invisible rabbits named Harvey. This is not a race I invented or created. Phookas are a little known but powerful shape shifter race of water horses and among the most feared of all races of Welsh and Scottish Fae, said to be feared even by RedCaps.

Thullid: thooo-LID, like you was thinking of thick goo on a lid. th-ooo-LID. Thullid. A race I created specifically for this series. A Lovecraftian creature, similar to a humanoid version of Cthulhu; basically a pink or purple skinned squid/octopus headed humanoid alien type thing, with lots and lots and lots of tentacles wriggling all over the place.

Gwallmaiic: gwal-MAY-ick, yep, pronounced exactly as it is spelt. It's a Medieval era Welsh name that I found years ago, when going through micro-films of inventory list documents of a manor house.

Quaraun - The Pink Necromancer

At its heart, the Quaraun the Insane series is an emotionally driven, character-focused exploration of love, obsession, and survival.

Every scene is filtered through Quaraun’s point of view—his paranoia, possessiveness, rage, trauma, and deep emotional dependency on his lover, BoomFuzzy.

The stories unfold not through external action or plot twists, but through the internal storms of Quaraun’s mind.

Dialogue drives the conflict.

Tension arises from emotional friction, not from world-ending stakes.

The series is a polyamorous Yaoi drama. BoomFuzzy is a possessive bear seme: dominant, crude, lewd, and deeply in love with Quaraun. Quaraun is a delicate, moody, androgynous twink: self-absorbed and fiercely devoted to BoomFuzzy. GhoulSpawn is a timid, obsessive teenage admirer who loves Quaraun but fears BoomFuzzy.

Quaraun is the obsessive, emotionally unstable centre of the series. His entire world revolves around BoomFuzzy. Every emotion—rage, love, paranoia—spirals outward from that core. BoomFuzzy is protective, seductive, completely unhinged, a Lich who obeys "vampire rules" regarding garlic or crossing water or entering doors, and openly vulgar. GhoulSpawn is a nervous, shy, chattery thief, emotionally flat but hopelessly attached to Quaraun. Together they form a chaotic, dysfunctional, but strangely loyal polycule. Though wealthier than a dozen Elon Musks they live a scummy, suspicious, flirtatious, thieving, and often chaotic lifestyle.

Quaraun aka The Pink Necromancer:

The F2M transgender Persian Moon Elf main character: The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun The Insane, with BoomFuzzy the Unicorn. F2M for those unaware = Quaraun was biologically born female, but transitioned to live as a male; this is why there are stories where Quaraun is sometimes pregnant, in spite of being male and using he/him male pronouns.

Quaraun is a Necromancer by the actual dictionary definition of the word, meaning he is a psychic medium who sees and hears ghosts, and uses tarot, spirit boards, and seances to communicate with the dead.

Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old.

By profession he is a silk weaver/tailor/silk merchant. Quaraun is an Elder God JellyFish who takes the form of an Elf to blend in with society. His 12 foot long hair is made out of venomous, stinging jellyfish tentacles. Quaraun is BoomFuzzy's apprentice and regarded as the world's most powerful still living wizard. Quaraun's exact age is unknown, but he is somewhere around 750 years old. In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old. The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old.

Quaraun is a transman who wears boob bindings, but also has had a forced against his will double mastectomy as a form of punishment, in his youth which heavily contributed to his becoming transgender transitioning to become a man.

Quaraun was the youngest child of a deranged Seelie Court Elf king who had all daughters and wanted a son.

Quaraun was born intersex, having both male and female genitals, and is able to both father children in others and give birth to children himself. Quaraun was also born with severe mental disorders, generally presumed to have low-functioning autism.

As a teenager, Quaraun was identifying as a female and was one of the favourite princesses of the Elf's royal court.

When Quaraun attracted the romantic attention of the UnSeelie Court Faerie King, her father, infuriated, cut off her breasts and mutilated her vagina, in a brutal attempt to force his intersex child to become his son. When Quaraun tried to fight back to defend himself, his father crushed his hands in the grinding wheel of a millstone, which is why Quaraun now has metal prosthetic hands.

Quaraun left The Seelie Court, joined forced with the UnSeelie Court, and continued wearing the royal pink gowns of a Seelie Elven princess, but took to binding his mutilated breasts, using male pronouns and identify as a male, and went on to marry the UnSeelie Court Faerie King becoming his court mage.

All of that information can be found in the novels.

Many of the stories in this collection are elderly Quaraun, now many centuries later, reflecting on this event from his youth.

Quaraun is to silk what Sweeney Todd was to barbering: a genius artisan twisted by grief and madness, the best who ever lived—unmatched, elegant, and utterly insane. A stoic, frail Moon Elf who walks with a jewelled cane and speaks in venom-laced poetry, Quaraun weaves spells into every thread of his fabrics. His garments are coveted by kings, cursed by gods, and soaked in the blood of those who dared insult his artistry. He is not just a master tailor—he is a surgeon of silk and murder.

He dresses in shimmering pinks, but his soul is black. His broken, clawed hands move only with the aid of enchanted gold-plated gloves, yet his work is flawless, obsessive, and beautiful enough to drive men mad. Quaraun kills without warning—quietly, suddenly, and with theatrical flourish. A single word, a gesture, the wrong look, and his Rainbow Wand flashes—a throat is slit, a body turned to ash, a city devoured by pink rose-thorned eldritch vines. Then he returns to his loom, unbothered.

He is the crown jewel of psychotic elegance. Worshipped by monsters, feared by all, he built an empire of silk, medicine, and black market magic—then burned it down and made it again, better, crueler, silkier. His love for BoomFuzzy is obsessive and violent. His patience is limited. And when the world displeases him, he carves its seams out one scream at a time.

Quaraun’s interactions with Humans are defined by contempt and hostility. He considers them pests—beneath notice—and ignores them entirely unless provoked. If a Human stares at him, mispronounces his name, or dares to interrupt him, Quaraun responds with venomous fury. He raises his Rainbow Wand to their face with clinical precision, threatening to fry their brain. Quaraun walks with a cane, often relies on a rollator walker, and sometimes uses a wheelchair. He wears intricate gold-plated mechanical gloves to compensate for crushed, fused fingers. Though his mobility is limited, his presence is commanding. He is most often found seated—on benches, logs, or bar booths—quietly judging those around him.

In his SunTa form he is twelve thousand years old.

The Scared Pink JellyFish that lives in him, is stated to being over two million years old.

Art by Wendy Christine Allen

For those unaware, the Quaraun series started out as fanfiction of several things before going on to be it's own thing (most fanfiction things were removed by 1987, and all fanfiction elements removed completely by 2012; from 1996 to 2012 the series was published daily on FanFiction.net, from 2004 to 2010 on MySpace {back when MySpace was a blogging platform}, and from 2005 to 2013 Squidoo).

Over the decades it has featured fanfiction from many things, including: It was a combination fanfiction of

Primary among them was the character Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradley, whom Quaraun’s character is based upon.

At it's core, the entire series was most heavily fanfiction of Lythande and The Mists of Avalon, both by Marion Zimmer Bradley.

Before there was Quaraun, there was Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradly… the FIRST intersex, transgender homeless Gypsy mage, part of The Mists of Avalon series, which spans dozens of books throughout the 1970s & 1980s, all featuring an intersex, female to male mage main character .

Lythande started out as a series of short stories in magazines in the 1970s, and was later complied into a collection in the 1980s. After Bradley’s death, several unpublished Lythande stories were found and her granddaughter published “The Complete Lythande” which includes everything she wrote, including the previously unpublished stories, which remain unedited and unfinished.

After publishing the first Lythande story, Bradley issued a letter to her fans, that Lythande was without copyright and “open world” and invited fans to write more stories for the series. I was one of the fans who answered this.

When the Bradley lawsuits and court cases rocked the literary world a few years later, I unpublished everything featuring Lythande and the world, and changed all characters and world to OC ones, republishing them, in what is now The Quaraun series.

For those unfamiliar with Lythande it was the first mass market produced book to feature a transgender main character.

Lythande at the time of it’s publication was one of the most controversial, most hated, most boycotted, and most banned book of the era — due to it being the first TRADITIONALY PUBLISHED by one of the “Big Four” publishing houses, to feature a TRANSGENDER main character.

Lythande is a lesbian female, who lives in a part Medival, part ancient Persia, part modern space traveling CyberTech world dominated by woman hating men -who are mass murdering females at alarming levels in an attempt to rid the world of the evil that is women. Lesbian women are the primary target in this nightmarish dystopian world where the LGBTQAI+ community is being massacred in a dictator decreed genocide. In order to help her fellow lesbians gain their rights and freedoms, Lythande goes undercover as a man to infiltrate The Blue Star Warriors, a group of male mages who control the world’s magic. She becomes the most powerful mage of all time across all dimensions, but when the leader of The Blue Star Warriors discovers she is a woman, he curses her. The curse forces her to live the rest of her life as a man, including, she is no longer able to have sex as a woman, literally turning into a male with a penis whenever she tries to have sex with her female lover; additional she is cursed with immortally and lives for thousands of years, falling in love with hundreds of women, and never able to be with any of them as a woman…

unfortunately… like Firefly, the series remains unfinished, because the author died before she finished writing it, so, we never find out how the series would have ended.

My Quaraun books, take that exact same premise and run with it on a full blow ‘What if?”

— I do highly recommend you read Lythande, if you want to gain a full ‘lore background” on the lore behind my Quaraun series :

The Complete Lythande (Amazon Affiliate Link)
It’s a long wait until the Last Battle of Law and Chaos, when the forces of Good and Evil will clash for the final…amzn.to

I add the Lythande note to this story today, because this is an MPreg story which leans in heavy on the Lythande lore.

BoomFuzzy

King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn:

Quaraun's husband, BoomFuzzy aka King Gwallmaiic, a Scottish Phooka, who is King of The UnSeelie Court.

BoomFuzzy is a "classic fantasy type" Necromancer who uses sorcery to raise the dead. Being a Faerie he is also an illusionist and master of trickster magic.

By profession, he is a Master Chef, owning the global monopoly on restaurants, taverns, pubs, and food trucks.

Until his death, BoomFuzzy was regarded as the world's most powerful wizard. He is now a Lich.

BoomFuzzy is not a man. He was once—a vile, demonic Faerie warlord, a blood-soaked pastry king whose empire fed nations their own dead—but that was a lifetime ago. On the hundredth anniversary of his death, he clawed his way back from the grave as a Lich, and what returned was something colder, crueler, and utterly unkillable.

Now he is immortal. Cut off his head, he reattaches it. Burn his body, he reforms in frost. Kill him, and he rises again, smiling through teeth of ice.

He is a Lich of frost and famine, whose kiss draws the warmth from the living, freezing their blood solid in their veins. He commands necromantic ice magic, conjuring blizzards from his breath, snowstorms from his fury. His kitchens are meat lockers, his ovens tombs.

BoomFuzzy is a culinary god of death who wields his chef’s knives with the elegance of a ballet dancer and the precision of an autopsy. His sous chefs are goblins. His ingredients? Anyone who displeases him. He is obsession incarnate—possessive, jealous, feral with love for Quaraun.

And he is not a joke. His crude flirtation, his lewd innuendos—they are weapons of psychological war, not humour. His rage simmers beneath every pun. His hunger is endless. He has murdered whole cities for daring to look at Quaraun the wrong way. He is the UnSeelie King, an undead tyrant, and when he says “I love you,” he means “I own you,” and he will freeze the world to prove it.

This being a furry series, BoomFuzzy has a long fluffy tail

BoomFuzzy is Quaraun’s fiercely protective and completely mentally unhinged husband.

A blind, short-tempered, vulgar, and violent Faerie King, BoomFuzzy embodies a kind of deranged, territorial love. He has sharp gold-plated teeth, brandishes obsidian knives, and speaks in crude, sexually explicit street slang.

Around Humans, he becomes feral—ready to fight at the slightest perceived threat to his beloved Elf.

Though nearly blind, he navigates the world using enchanted AI-powered steampunk goggles, often grinning with lewd promises and dark threats.

He is both Quaraun’s lover and his brutal guardian.

BoomFuzzy is also half-Human. His mother was a Mongolian/Chinese Human, which is why he wears distinctively Asian outfits, along with a great kilt worn as a cape.

Known as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, he often takes the form of a purple Unicorn.

BoomFuzzy's exact age is unknown, though he was well over two thousand years old at the time of his death, and Quaraun resurrected him as a Lich around 500+ years ago, making him close to 3,000 years old.

In his BlackBird form he is fifteen thousand years old.

Before Quaraun rose to power as The Pink Necromancer, King Gwallmaiic was feared as the world’s most powerful and most evil mage. He is a Phooka, a type of Trickster Faerie who wields mind control magic, illusions, glimmer spells, and is regarded as the most deadly of the Faerie Chefs.

While he makes succulent feasts for his friends, he also bakes toxic, deadly, poisonous feasts for his foes. Quaraun’s primary husband, BoomFuzzy (old and with his food truck).

An evil warlord in his youth, BoomFuzzy eventually commit suicide, resulting in his soul being trapped in The Swamp of Death.

Quaraun became a Necromancer to resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich. In his Lich form, seen here, BoomFuzzy became a master chef and travels the decimated ruins of the apocalypse bringing food to the homeless and wasteland survivors.

Art by Wendy Christine Allen

GhoulSpawn

Glinta aka GhoulSpawn the Crazed:

Their on again/off again mad scientist golden fleeced Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. GhoulSpawn was born on a boiling, fire planet, but as a small child was summoned to 1959 Earth by Humans with a ouija board.

He lived among Humans, getting a PhDs in Quantum Physic and AstroPhysics, invented time travel, built a time machine, and then in 1978, fell through a portal, and is now trapped in 40th century Maine.

Being a Demon from literal Hell, he has natural elemental abilities with fire and can summon hell creatures.

He is Quaraun's apprentice, and feared by Humans to be on a fast track to becoming more powerful than either BoomFuzzy or Quaraun.

GhoulSpawn, the youngest of the trio, is a Sheep-Demon-Satyr—an Usurig, an immortal being who operates according to the rigid lore of Persian Demon mythology.

He is stoic, emotionless, and incapable of laughter or humour. He does not understand sarcasm, and reacts to jokes with discomfort or confusion.

He is devoid of Human emotion.

He does not laugh.

He does not joke.

He does not smile.

He speaks with a deadpan, breathless cadence, listing facts and observations with surgical clarity.

GhoulSpawn is a compulsive thief, trained in sleight of hand, misdirection, and calculated chaos.

Around Humans, he plays the clumsy intruder—deliberately bumping into passersby, knocking them off balance, even hurling them through tables or into glass windows, without any regard to if he might hurt them, if needed. While offering apologies in a flat, rehearsed tone, he empties their pockets with his prehensile tail and vanishes into the crowd.

He is always watching—doors, exits, security guards, glinting jewellery, unattended bags. He is driven by obsessive routines and maintains a logical inventory of everything he steals. He shows no remorse, because he is not capable of it.

Due to his digitigrade legs, he tends to haunch forward, making him appear to be around 6'4" tall, when walking or standing around relaxed. However, when standing straight, his full height is well over seven feet tall, not counting his horns. His Jacobean tall spiralled centre horns can reach over two feet tall, making his full height around nine feet tall, toe to horn tip if standing straight without hunching over.

Due to Quaraun (5'6") and BoomFuzzy (5'1") being so short, GhoulSpawn tends to deliberatly bend his knees more, and lean forward and down more, to try to make himself closer to their height.

GhoulSpawn’s behaviour is manipulative, precise, and mechanical, not emotional, kind, or comedic. He is not soft-spoken out of gentleness—he is flat, monotone, affectless, and operates with a cold, utilitarian logic. His apologies are scripted, performative, and only used to mask the theft. He is a Demon, following Demon logic, not Human emotion.

GhoulSpawn is a compulsive thief, always watching for guards, security, or the law. He wears green velvet robes and gold-rimmed glasses, carries scanning equipment, and is always accompanied by an AI drone named Toobe.

The Rift-Walker – Hell’s Chronomancer, Demon of Portals, Summoner of Infernal Livestock

GhoulSpawn is a walking black hole in reality—a Sweeney Todd of the space-time continuum, whose trauma-choked mind opens gates to other realms the way others draw breath. He is the greatest chronomancer in existence, a Sheep-Demon Satyr displaced by centuries, abandoned in a frozen hellscape, and now loyal only to Quaraun. His hooves leave scorched snow behind him. His golden omega eyes never blink. And when he speaks, it is with robotic honesty and unnerving exactness—truth only, always, emotionless, sterile, and terrifying.

He cannot lie. He cannot joke. He does not understand laughter. But he understands orders—and when Quaraun gives them, entire villages are erased in molten firestorms, devoured by bleating obsidian sheep, or dragged into alternate timelines that never end.

GhoulSpawn is no child. He is not innocent. He is the Omega Gate, a biological weapon, soft-spoken and broken, but capable of unraveling oceans when triggered.

He speaks in spirals, breathless and endless, overwhelmed by too much memory and not enough grounding. He opens rifts that cannot be closed. He is terrified of BoomFuzzy but obeys him without question.

GhoulSpawn does not laugh when the world burns. He just watches the flames, counts the corpses, and waits for Quaraun to tell him where to strike next.

Due to the inconvenience of the tall centre horns hitting things, he often saws them off and keeps the stubs hidden under his hair. His horns grow fast, taking only 5 to 6 months to reach full size, and so he saws them down several times a year. In his Cheka form he no longer saws his horns off, and has taken to wearing special made platform boots over his hooves, giving him an opposing appearance of being over twelve feet tall.

Due to his messing around with time travel, there are 5 different versions of him which appear throughout the series, each from different dimensions and alternate time lines, each one uses a different name (Glinta, GhoulSpawn, Gremlin, Checka, ZooLock - while GhoulSpawn is the one seen most often, Gremlin is in fact the correct original one). GhoulSpawn is very young, not yet 50 years old.

The Gremlin version of him is around 500 years old, while the Checka version of him is thirteen thousand years old, and the ZooLock version of him is stated to be "old as time".

And the irony of GhoulSpawn eventually becoming ZooLock is that ZooLock is the one who caused the comet strike, which caused GhoulSpawn to go to the future - a paradox which is why GhoulSpawn can not return to his own time.

GhoulSpawn as Gremlin

GhoulSpawn as Checka

GhoulSpawn as ZooLock

GhoulSpawn had gone to Harvard in the 1960s and 1970s, amassing several PhDs in various physical and technical sciences. None of his education mattered now that he was stuck in the 40th century dystopian remains of what left of the Earth after comet Swift Tuttle has hit the moon in the year 2525.

The only education that mattered here in the 40th century was how to fight zombies, how to scavenge ruins, how to keep ahead of zombie hordes, how to hunt and gather and grow and make everything you needed yourself.

Stores. Schools. Governments. No one here even knew what those things were.

Everyone here was a warrior. Everyone. Elderly. Women. Children. Even small toddlers. They had to be. There were only seven million people left alive on the planet. Quaraun's caravan, The UnSeelie Court, lead by King Gwallmaiic, the Unicorn King of the Realm of Fae, with is four hundred Faeries, was the largest single group on the planet.

There were twenty one billion zombies now. Most of them controlled by the Thullid Cultists. Who wanted their Elder God Mother Brain back. And she didn't want to go back. The deranged psionic sea creatures of Neptune's Moon had found they could move the zombie hordes like puppets, and thus the herd was getting bigger, and was on their tail.

The UnSeelie Court had made it their life purpose to protect The Sacred Pink JellyFish at all costs. And so they travelled with her as she ran from ZooLock and his ever increasingly deranged plots to capture her.

The Faeries knew the danger. ZooLock had captured her before, imprisoned the tiny pink jellyfish in a glass globe and then used her power to control everything. EVERYTHING. Entire planets changed obit under his will. It was how The Fractured Moon came to be fractured. ZooLock had decided to use his glass jellyfish filled crystal ball to shift Comet Swift Tuttle when it arrived for it's annual August 12th meteor shower.

The result? The comet hit the moon. The nine planet solar system was now a five planet solar system. The remains of the four destroyed planets filled Earth's air with dust, and no sunlight could get through. Earth was now a frozen snowball wasteland. Dead things, with glowing blue comet crystals embedded in them, marched across the planet eating the living.

The Unicorns and Kelpies had taken advantage of the mass panic as the comet stuck, to invade the Thullid Temple.

And in the chaos, ZooLock dropped his crystal ball, it shattered, and the tiny Sacred Pink JellyFish escaped, rescued by a purple Unicorn, who used her powers to crown himself King of the UnSeelie Court, then set her free. She killed every last priest in the temple, save ZooLock, then took up residence in the hollowed out skull of a dead Moon Elf, taking control of his body, replacing his hair with her tentacles, and then returned to the Unicorn King whom had helped her escape ZooLock, now in the form of a male Elf, and taking the position of his Court Mage.

Among, the many things to appear after the comet strike, were feral portals. Strange wormholes to the past, which randomly sucked people from the past into this 40th century apocalypse.

GhoulSpawn had been one of them.

A feral portal had brought him here and GhoulSpawn spent most of his free time attempting to build a time machine as he knew of no other way to get back to 1978 where he belonged. The problem was the longer he was here, the less he wanted to go back to where he had come from. He almost did not want to leave. Almost.

ZooLock was hellbent on getting his Sacred Pink JellyFish back. And it meant Quaraun had to live on the run. With an ever growing herd of Thullid controlled zombies on his trail. They stayed no where more then a few days. Because he was a Thullid Jellyfish, only disguised as an Elf, Quaraun could never move inland, never get more then a few miles away from the ocean. And so they continually retraced their steps, from Florida to Ivujivik, then back again. A trip that took 3 years to walk, one way.

Art by Wendy Christine Allen

Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn live in an isolated lighthouse near a 500-acre bio-dome.

They spend weeks at home crafting wares, silk cloth, blankets, soaps, candles, pottery, breads, jams, pies, then take extended trade journeys by vardo or steamboat. Their route spans the Atlantic coast—Maine, Quebec, Massachusetts, Labrador, all the way to South America.

Between long, peaceful stretches at home, they travel constantly by vardo and riverboat to markets, towns, and cities across the Atlantic coast. These trade runs take them from Labrador to Florida, and sometimes into South America, but staying mostly in Maine and Massachusetts.

Quaraun sells silks, perfumes, tarot readings, and potions;

BoomFuzzy sells pastries, seafood, and street food out of a robin’s-egg blue 1968 VW bus. GhoulSpawn steals from everyone.

They sleep in an elaborate pink silk tent, cook over open fires, and make their fortune on charm, scams, and sleight of hand.

On the road, Quaraun sells silk, candles, and enchantments at market stalls. BoomFuzzy peddles chowder, pies, cakes, and, chocolates, while gutting meat-eaters from his blue VW Bus food truck. GhoulSpawn slinks through crowds stealing jewellery, wallets, and coloured glass while evading guards. They travel in a huge 400 person caravan made up of Kelpies, Phookas, Goblins, Leprechauns, travelling in wagons, vardo, buses, vans, RVs, etc. The entire UnSeelie Court, all 400+ people fit on The Blue Monkey, Quaraun huge luxury paddlewheel tramp-steamer riverboat. They sleep in a pink silk tent deep in the forest between towns, surrounded by fur pelts, absinthe bottles, and magical traps.

Though rulers of the planet, they are travelling merchants and thieves.

Quaraun is a flamboyant charlatan selling luxury silks and dangerous potions.

BoomFuzzy is a filthy-mouthed gourmet chef in a VW Bus who flirts, scams, and seduces customers.

GhoulSpawn pickpockets everything that is not nailed down, including sheep. His bag of holding pockets are full of sheep. They travel from city to city by vardo and riverboat, camping in forests between stops, sleeping on fur-pelt nests under a pink silk tent.

When not fighting in taverns or running from guards, they’re swindling Humans or feeding stray goats chowder.

EDITED TO ADD: (January 22, 2025)

Seeing how this story is pinned to my profile, I am adding this “Trigger Warning Intro” to the start of this story, because a reader had a rant about their hatred of all things gay, transgender, etc and felt I had deceived them into reading my stories, by not warning them ahead of time that the characters were gay, married, or transgender… apparently they did not read either the kicker above the title or the footer at the end, which is completely identical on all 1,200+ pages published here on Medium…. sooooo… here you go:TW NOTE: This is an MPreg Yaoi series:

Quaraun is a trans-man and is the biological “mother” of the children seen in these stories;
there are stories set before he is pregnant,
while he is pregnant,
and after the children are born;
the series starts when Quaraun (an Elf) is a nine year old child, and ends when he dies at well over two thousand years old
— over the course of that 2,000 year period, he is pregnant more than one hundred times, giving birth to over four hundred children throughout the course of his very long life, having several sets of twins & triplets
I do not write the series in chronological order, so you see stories set at all point of his life from youth to old age, including stories set before he transitions to being a man, and stories set while he is both a man and pregnant
more than 3/4s of the 138 novels, 432 novellas, 500+ poems, and 3,000+ short stories are set WHILE HE IS PREGNENT, thus why the genre of the series is listed as MPreg
MPreg MEANS pregnant male
the first volume of this series was published September 23, 1978, and this series has ALWAYS been MPreg that ENTIRE five decades
Quaraun is married to BoomFuzzy
GhoulSpawn is not married to either of them, but is the lover of BOTH Quaraun and BoomFuzzy
this is thruple, meaning BoomFuzzy is the father of some children, while GhoulSpawn is the father of other children;
the children are raised by all three of the men, though most of the care is done by a crew of 37 female servants referred to as “Quaraun’s handmaids”
Quaraun is intersex, his handmaids are also his 37 wives, and they have each given birth to several of his children

Here are a few of the more then 500 lists, where you can see the stories that heavily feature these topics:

Sweet Yaoi — Gay Romance (Short Stories & Poems — Fiction)

Why Choose Sweet Poly Romance (Shorts & Poetry — Fiction)

Dark Romance (Stories & Poems — Fiction)

Lover’s Triangle Dark Romance (Stories & Poems — Fiction)

MPreg/Pregnant Male Yaoi (Stories & Poems — Fiction)

MPreg Yaoi, Family Stories, with the children, after birth

I have been informed by an outraged reader that they would liked to have known that ahead if time before reading the series — — even though it IS literally mentioned on EVERY page of the series, apparently the note is not well stated as it says the series is Sweet Poly MPreg Furry Yaoi even though it says that is what the series is, in both the KICKER and FOOTER of EVERY SINGLE of over ONE THOUSAND stories here on Medium…, but apparently some people do know know what Sweet Poly MPreg Furry Yaoi means:

MPreg = pregnent male
trans man = biological female who is transgender and lives as a male
yaoi = a Japanese word that means “boy love” aka gay romance; all 3 main characters sleep together in the same bed; while there are no sex scenes sex obviously happens otherwise one of 3 would not frequently be pregnant by the other 2
poly romance = more than 2 people sharing a relationship; in this case it is a married couple and their shared live in lover; all 3 are male
furry = non-Human characters with animal features such as fur, tentacles, claws, fangs, tails, wings, hooves, fins, or horns — all 3 main characters have wings and fangs and claws; 2 have tails, 2 have fur, 1 has horns and hooves, one has tentacle hair and jellyfish skin
Sweet = there is no sex and focus is on the family dynamics of their relationship, a lot of the focus is on raising a family, protecting their family, and taking care of each other and their children
Sweet Poly MPreg Furry Yaoi is the genre
genre = what the theme is; Fantasy is a genre, Horror is a genre, SciFi is a genre, Romance is a genre; Sweet Poly MPreg Furry Yaoi is the genre that this series is.

There you go. End of edit.

The Series Prologue aka Quaraun’s Backstory

(The stories in this collection are written with the assumption readers have already read the novel series. This is a 25 page summary of the 750 page novel BoomFuzzy; as much info as is required to know the situation on the present era of the stories in this collection.)

Two thousand years before Quaraun met Unicorn...

It is the year 3999 - Quaraun is the last Moon Elf, and possibly the last Elf of any type, left on Planet Vesonta, after two apocalypses wiped out the planet.

The first - a comet hit the moon, fracturing the moon, filling the atmosphere with comet dust and moon dust, blocking out the sun, and shifting the planet's orbit, causing a "snowball earth" ice age to occur. Where shards of the shattered comet hit the earth, huge Crystal Forests grew up, causing The Crystal Plague, giving rise to magic and mages who use the crystals to power their spells. Only seven million people were known to have survived. Of those seven million, fewer than one thousand were female.

The second - forced to live as men or be hunted by men, females went into hiding, disguised as men. One such female, a Moon Elf name Quaraun, was outed by a gang of men, who cut off her hands and publicly gang raped by the entire town while her husband was murdered. Enraged she swore vengeance on the entire planet, turning to Necromancy, she resurrected her husband as a Lich, and then used the same spell to summon all dead things: people, animals, plants, trees - - to rise up and wage war on rapists. Ushering in the zombie apocalypse.

Twenty-one Billion UnDead move in mass herds across the earth, controlled by the Necromancer and the Lich, and hunting down all rapists among the seven million survivors.

Now with gold plated prosthetic hands, known as The Pink Necromancer, and once again living as a man, Quaraun and his now Lich husband, wander the 40th century zombie infested ice age wasteland that is all that remains of earth.

There was a point in time, in the history of Vesonta, where there was in fact one world government". But it was not a government with rules or laws. It was a dictatorship, ruled by a deranged madman/serial killer/warlord who crowned himself king of the world, after he and his private army of gangster-thugs, systematically went from country to country and killed every king/prime minister/president/etc of each country, then put on of his generals in control of said country, while he and the rest of his army moved on to kill the next leader.

His name was King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn.

King Gwallmaiic is a shape-shifting Phooka, who as a child developed a taste for Elf flesh and grew up to become a warlord who decimated Elf villages. Not a part of any Royal Family, just a commoner himself, Gwallmaiic made his way across Vesonta slaughtering and eating every Royal Family of every region of the Realm of Fae, until there were no kings, queens, princes, or princesses left alive. Once all royals were dead, Gwallmaiic crowned himself King of Fae and ruled the Realm of Fae for two thousand years, in a brutal, bloody reign of terror.

During his rule, King Gwallmaiic brought the entire Elf population to the brink of extinction. Once the primary race and dominate species of Planet Vesonta, Elves went from millions of citizens to only a few hundred survivors, during King Gwallmaiic's reign.

Gwallmaiic ruled the world from a gingerbread house, that sat perched on raven legs, at the top of a tall tree growing on the side of a teleporting volcano known as Fire Mountain. The mountain and its surrounding valley, Pepper Valley, could be moved to any location on the planet, appearing instantly without warning, unleashing Gwallmaiic's army on unsuspecting villages.

While it would seem impossible for one man to march his little band of a few dozen misfit across the planet and one by one kill every ruler on the planet, one has to take into consideration that King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, was in fact a shape-shifting Faerie, whose natural/biological/true form, is NOT that of a man, but rather that of a little cute miniature horse aka a Shetland pony. And if you don't know how tiny a Shetland Pony is, this is a smallest breed of horse, which stands knee high to a CHILD - not an adult person, but a child person.

BoomFuzzy was a very tint, soft and fluffy, cuddly little pony, small enough for a child to pick him up and carry him away.

Literally, goats, sheep, and golden retrievers tower tall over these little teeny, tiny, miniature horses.

King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is a cute, fluffy, shaggy little, teeny, tiny, itty-bitty, innocent looking black Shetland Pony. The type of creature, that you look at and go "Awwwwwh soooo cuuuute! Can I keep it? Please mommy, please?"

So, you have the cute FUZZY little pony, who comes trotting up into your garden, and the royal family will run over and pet it, because it looks like an innocent little pony, but then all of a sudden it turns into a sharp fanged, long taloned monster and rips the family apart and BOOM instantly king and his entire family is dead, without any actual war or invasion, and it happens in their backyard, and the pony and galloped off back into the forest long before anyone in the castle even realizes the king is dead.

And thus the nickname BoomFuzzy, because BOOM the FUZZY little pony killed you before you had a chance to realize you were in any danger at all.

And this is how King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, was able to just walk his way across the globe, one by one killing off every ruler or every country...

BUT... it gets worse...

Phookas are shape-shifters, they can look like anything or anyone...

So, after killing the royal family, he then ate them, and had some of his Phookan army, stay behind, shape-shifted to look like the royal family... so no one in the kingdom even realized the king and his family was dead, because they seemed to still be there.

After killing every royal family this way, and leaving shape-shifter stand-ins in their place, King Gwallmaiic, was able to suddenly, all at once, in one single day, just announced: "I'm the King of the entire planet." At which point all the stand-ins reverted to their true forms (Shetland ponies) revealing that the kings and queens and presidents and czars, etc, of every country, had all been dead for months.

In essence, King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, took over the entire planet via very sneaky infiltration and "pod-people" style replacement of royal families, until he'd killed every royal family, and had control of every government on the planet.

But, by leaving his Phooka thugs in each royal home, he also had minions on the inside of each government, and so no government was able to fit back when it was finally revealed that King Gwallmaiic had control.

But, it also wasn't just royal families. BoomFuzzy also took out noble families, lower level government leaders (people like town managers, mayor, army generals, governors, dukes, etc.) He killed and infiltrated every level of every government, from country levels to village levels.

Keeping in mind that this is a Faerie who has a lifespan that is nearly immortal, and he spent well over a hundred years doing this, before he finally killed them all and left replacements.

And then, after he revealed what he had done, King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy, maintains full global control of the entire planet for a full two thousand years, before he finally got bored with playing King, ruling the world, and just one day abandoned his one world government throne to become a candy maker, move to the North Pole and build a giant gingerbread city for Santa Claus.

Did I mention BoomFuzzy had a Krampus form?

Yep.

Anyway...King Gwallmaiic aka The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley aka BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, is a Phooka, and in his natural-true form is a small shaggy black pony the size of a goat, with a single gleaming silver horn, and sharp eagle's talon-like hooves, and sharp long fangs. He lives in brackish water swamps, sometimes sprouts huge black feathered wings, and like a Nuckelavee often appears with a demonic-skeletal human rider on his back, which is actually attached to and part of him.

He pretends to be lame to attracts humans to try to catch him, but when they get near, he grans them with his fangs and drags them into the swamp, drowning them, then eats their flesh, and afterward grinds their bones into bone-meal flour which he then uses to bake magical Faerie gingerbread, that he uses to build his gingerbread house out of, which he then lives in, while in his human-form, and uses to attract Elf children, which he also eats. Known as The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, the Phookan Lich Unicorn named BoomFuzzy is the most feared nightmare fuel monster of the world. He is the primary lover of the Elf Necromancer and Silk Merchant, Quaraun.

All governments were completely disbanded and the entire planet was reduced into a chaotic, "Faerie Playground" with evil, demonic, trickster Fae just enslaving everyone and turning the entire of civilization and society upside-down.

BoomFuzzy didn't give a shit about "lesser beings" and viewed Humans simply as a food source beast of burden to be herded into cages, to be slaughtered and ground into burgers.

Keep in mind, BoomFuzzy is also renowned as being the world's greatest chef... and was known for throwing massive feasts in the Faerie Court, just for the sole purpose of having an excuse to cook...

...And...

...the entire REASON he took over the planet and crowned himself King of the World, was simply so that he could herd humans into meat factories, so he had enough meat to cook for his huge Faerie Court Feasts.

So... basically, it was Faeries looking at Humans and going: "Mmmmm, tasty!" then turning the planet into a massive farm of enslaved Human-livestock, so feed the Faerie population.

Soooo... it wasn't exactly like he took over the governments because he wanted the typical power of controlling the world, as a human dictator would do, rather instead, it was, he was no different from a beef farmer who was just amassing a monopoly on livestock so he could feed his people, because, at the start of all of this, there was a massive famine and Faeries were all starving to death, and initially he started taking out royal families as a way to provide food to his starving people.

Anyways, yeah.

Very Brother's Grimm, blood-guts-and-gore type of world here, in the past, or future? I'm not sure which. And the one world government was basically "Psychotic super villain Joker/Lex Luther/Dr Evil takes over the world and there was no SuperMans or BatMans or Austin Powers around to stop him".

BoomFuzzy in his horse form, acts as Quaraun's horse (to ride for travel) as well as the horse which is often harnessed to FarDarrig's Vardo (covered wagon) and the Silver Coach... but, before he was Quaraun's lover he was once the Faerie King whom had sadistically ruled the entire planet for two thousand years, after systematically killing and eating every royal family on the planet.

And so a psychotic, bloody-thirsty, sadistic, shape-shifting Faerie Horse took over the world and formed a one world dictatorship that mass slaughtered anyone who tried to protest his rule.

And none of this mattered to Quaraun. For BoomFuzzy in his Human form, had beautiful thick, frizzy dreadlock that hung down his back reaching to his waist, and Quaraun had a fetish for beautiful hair. Quaraun could ignore the atrocities committed by BoomFuzzy, if only he could get a chance to touch, wash, brush, and shampoo the Elf Eater's glories long locs.

The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun, is the last surviving Elf in a world overrun by ghosts, zombies, and undead creatures. But Quaraun himself is dead, his body taken over by The Sacred Pink JellyFish, who rather than turn his body into the typical Thullid tentacle beast, has chosen to grow her stinging tentacles as glorious twelve foot long white hair. On the run for murdering his wife and four small children, he now lives as a silk weaving merchant, travelling the New England coastline in the company of his two male lovers BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, who is a Lich, and GhoulSpawn, a cloven-hooved, sheep legged Chaos Demon.

No matter where you go in the world, everyone knows the story…..

Once upon a time there was an evil Faerie King turned Necromancer who hated Elves, and lead his armies marching across the world slaughtering and eating every Elf in every village he passed. When he grew old, he murdered his 13 generals and turned them into Liches, then he commit suicide to turn himself into a Lich too. Together, the Lich Lords continued their reign of terror, slaughtering Elves across the planet. Thus rose The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, the most feared Lich of all time.

One day they came to a village where lived a powerful Wizard. As they did everywhere they went, the Liches slaughtered the Elves. Every last one. ... Except the Wizard, who somehow survived.

Now the last of the Moon Elves roams the world in search of the Liches who killed his people. Becoming ever more powerful, learning all he can, becoming the world's most feared and most powerful Wizard.... A Lich Hunter hell bent on vengeance, out to save the world and destroy the monsters who destroyed his people…

No matter where you go in the world, no one knows the truth…..

Once upon a time there was a sad and lonely Elf, cast out by his people for being too different, too emotional, too liberal, too accepting of non-Elves, too willing to accept half-Elves as valuable members of society. Cast out of his society, left to die in the desert. He was rescued by a tribe of Demons who taught him their ways and their magic.

When his Demon "family" was killed, he returned to his birth family, only to be treated far worse than he had been before. Beaten, tortured, mutilated, traumatized, cut off from the Elven hive mind, and left hanging upside down in a tree in the forest, bleeding to death, used by his own people, as bait to catch an evil Elf Eating Faerie King. The King of the Faeries—a vicious war lord, found the gutted Elf hanging in the tree and took pity on a wounded Elf Wizard and nursed him back to health. For 30 years, they lived together. The two became lovers.

For an Elf and a Faerie to be lovers was forbidden by Elf law. The Elves viciously attacked and tortured them both. Mortally wounded, the Faerie King commit suicide to end his suffering rather than linger on in agony for weeks. Devastated, the Elf used the magic he'd learned from the Demons to resurrect the Faerie King as a Lich.

And now the Elf, a Necromancer with a Lich at his command, unleashed the Lich on the Elves to punish them for killing his lover. With every Elf dead, the Lich escaped its bottle, not returning to its Necromancer.

Now, Quaraun, the last Moon Elf, The Pink Necromancer, driven to the brink of insanity, murderer of the other Elves, roams the planet, a Lich Hunter, not hunting Liches to kill them and save the world, but searching for his undead lover that they may be reunited, caring nothing for the world or anyone in it, desiring only to be with his lover once again.

And thus the universe and all life within it, meet its end.

Originally, there was one universe, with one timeline.

But then, this strange JellyFish Elf hybrid creature was born, that had immense psionic powers, and when upset, its words manifest into reality, though it is usually unaware that this happens. For example, as a child, other children bullied this creature, and in tears he screamed, "I wish you were all dead!" And immediately, every child in the village obediently dropped dead. This terrified the adults who banished the child, but the child had no idea that the other children had died or that he had caused it, so he did not understand why he was cast out into the desert to die.

Skip ahead many centuries. He now is elderly and spent most of his long life alone, but in his old age, he married a young wife who bore him children. Together, they were happy. He finally had the thing he wanted most: a family. But then one day, his pregnant wife and their two young boys were murdered. A random group of soldiers running through, massacred everyone. In his anguish, he screamed one word: "DIE!" And the entire universe did exactly that. The universe imploded upon itself, and in the blink of an eye, all life ceased to exist.

Three people survived: the creature, who is known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish aka The Pink Necromancer named Quaraun the Insane, and his two male lovers, a Demon named GhoulSpawn and a Lich Unicorn named BoomFuzzy.

While Quaraun's mind sunk into the oblivion of depression and BoomFuzzy laughed in sadistic glee at the destruction of the universe, the Demon GhoulSpawn was horrified by what he'd seen and swore to make it right. Thus he built a time machine, to go back in time and stop Quaraun's family from being murdered, thus stopping Quaraun from destroying the universe.

The death of Quaraun's family could not be stopped, because it was the event that inspired the creation of the time machine. By building the time machine intending to save that family, he inadvertently sealed their fate, making their deaths a fixed point in time that could never be changed.

And thus how the multiverse began.

Desperate to find a way to stop the end of the universe, GhoulSpawn creates portals, like the time machine, they too, can take you through time, but they are unstable and you never know where you will end up, what time, what place, what planet. You could easily find yourself falling out of a portal into the fire mouth of a volcano and that would be the end of you… or would it?

Unknown to GhoulSpawn, each portal he opened did not in fact, take him back in time.

Instead, each time he created a portal, he inadvertently created a duplicate universe. Exactly the same, but not the same. And so, stepping through the portal, he went not to his past, but to the past of an alternate reality, which on the surface appeared to always be the same universe.

But there were slight changes. The 2 World Wars did not happen on one universe's earth.

Elves were real on another universe's earth.

America reached the 20th century unexplored and undiscovered on another universe's earth.

Always the same universe, but different in slight ways.

GhoulSpawn had created thousands of portals before he discovered each portal was creating a newly cloned copy of the universe.

GhoulSpawn accidentally created thousands of mirror universes, each with its own version of himself, each version of himself creating more universes within those universes.

Infinite multiple universes now exist, and in every one of them, the murder of Quaraun's family is a fixed point in time that can not be changed.

And while everyone else is duplicated in every universe, Quaraun is not and neither is BoomFuzzy, for they are immortal, a Necromancer and his Lich soul bound forever, and Cursed to walk between the multiverses, reliving their lives tens of thousands of times, always eventually reaching the same end of the universe, in every universe.

Quaraun, often rubs people the wrong way because of how he dresses.

Quaraun is a Moon Elf, and Moon Elf society is strict and snooty. Or we should say was. They are dead now. Quaraun is the last Moon Elf. And that of course is why he is insane, though not for reasons you might think. There are laws dictating who can wear what style, what colour, what kind of trim, what hairstyles, etc. You can identify at a glance a Moon Elf's rank, wealth, social status, career, gender, age, marriage status, religion, etc all from how they dress. Also, Moon Elves have full bans on MOST colours. Everyone wears varying shades of light blue with silver and white trim-and that's it. No other colour is allowed.

Quaraun is The Pink Necromancer. Pink is his favourite colour. He won't wear anything other than pink.

Male Moon Elves wear tunics of hip to knee-length, over tight leggings and tall boots.
Female Moon Elves wear long flowing gowns, long trains sweeping the floor behind them, long flowing sleeves, and sari style wraps around their chest and over their head.
Quaraun not only wears only pink, he only wears pink dresses. He wears long flowing gowns, long trains sweeping the floor behind him, long flowing sleeves, and sari style wraps around his chest and over his head.
Male Moon Elves have longish-short hair, that is never longer than shoulder length.
Female Moon Elves have very long hair, bum to knee-length.
Quaraun refuses to cut his hair. He is over a thousand years old, his hair drags twelve feet behind him. Because it is so long and so heavy, he has servants who walk behind him carrying his mega long hair.
Male Moon Elves don't wear much jewellery, they may wear a simple ring or a chain with an amulet.
Female Moon Elves wear jewellery, but not heavily. Necklaces, earrings, rings, or bracelets, all simple, fairly plain.

Quaraun looks like a walking jewellery store. He has 48 gold hoop rings in each of his foot long pointed ears. He has 3 rings in his nose. One n the centre and two on each side. The nose rings are FRICKING BIG, the centre hoop covers the full size of his mouth, the side rings each cover the full side of his face. Each of the rings in his ears has a 1 to 2 foot long chain which connects to 1 of the 3 nose rings. Each of the 96 face chains has a dozen or more gemstone charms made of pink tourmaline. The effect is you can only see his eyes, as the chains are so thick they act as a mask obscuring most of his face. He has gold hoop nipple rings, with chains going between them, connecting those rings. He has both a Prince Edward penis ring and a Prince Albert penis ring. He has 58 tiny gold chain-mail-like-hoop rings running the length of his penis, and 58 addition ones in his scrotum.

Quaraun's hands are crippled and crushed, the nerves are dead. He can not use his hands. To hide the scars on his hands, and to protect his hand from being further damaged, he wears elaborate gold "gloves" made out of real gold, and fashions like Tibetan long claw dancer finger jewellery.

His twelve foot long Rapunzel hair is heavily decorated with gold chairs and filigree.

On top of all the jewellery, his pink silk dresses are heavily embroidered with real gold.

Male Moon Elves do not wear make-up.
Female Moon Elves wear very simple, natural looking make-up that enhances their beauty, but looks like they are not wearing make-up.

Quaraun wears neon day-glow hot fuschia magenta pink and purple eye shadow, blush, and lipstick in big triangle shapes, similar to what was worn by the Misfits from the Jem and the Holograms cartoon tv show. He also wears long pink marabou feather fake eyelashes.

In short, Quaraun is considered a transvestite (not to be confused with transgender; he is NOT trying to change his gender, he just likes pink and thinks women's fashions look better than men's) and this had led to him coming head to head with local laws of Moon Elf society on frequent occasions.

The thing of Quaraun’s gender is: it is confusing, as Quaraun is intersex and has both a vagina AND a penis and scrotum.

Quaraun's adoptive father, ZooLock was court wizard to the Moon Elf Royal Family at the time of Quaraun's birth. Quaraun's father is the youngest brother of the Moon Elf Emperor and therefore had no royal rank.

Quaraun was a, in the womb, a pair of twins, one male and one female, whose fetus fused before birth, creating an "intersex chimera hermaphrodite", meaning Quaraun has both a vagina/uterus/ovaries AND penis/testicles.Quaraun is able to BOTH to get other females pregnant AND to be made pregnant himself.

Quaraun is specifically called out as intersex only in one story: "Zebulon's Captive" where a gang of Human slavers, capture Quaraun and use him in their Elf breeding farm, and discover that he can be used BOTH to get other females pregnant AND to be made pregnant himself.

Quaraun was the youngest child, all his siblings are female. In childhood Quaraun lived as a girl, much to his father's outrage. His father wanted a son, and forced Quaraun to dress like a boy, act like a boy, and his father used public humiliation and gaslighting to convince the entire empire that Quaraun was born male.

At 9 years old, Quaraun's mother had enough of her husband's abuse of Quaraun, the resulting fight lead to Quaraun's father, murdering Quaraun's mother. Quaraun witnessed the murder, as did ZooLock. Quaraun's father turned on the child, trying to kill Quaraun as well, and ZooLock grabbed the child and fled the country.

ZooLock took Quaraun to Persia, where ZooLock raised Quaraun as though Quaraun was his daughter. Quaraun lived with ZooLock for 75 years, before returning to seek re-unition with his real father.

In the years later, Quaraun transitions to live as a male, but ZooLock never accepted this and continues to call Quaraun by female pronouns.

ZooLock eventually went insane, started The Cult of the Sacred Pink JellyFish, and went on to become one of the world's most feared super villains.

Throughout the series Quaraun and ZooLock are seen at odds, going head to head against each other, but, both refusing to physically harm the other, and each will join forces with the other, against shared enemies.

In the novel “BoomFuzzy” readers are in fact outright TOLD Quaraun is female in the scene where Quaraun says:

“His friends are worse than he is. There is one who will not leave me a lone. He treats me like a female.”

And BoomFuzzy responds with:

“Ya look like a female.”

This is said in the scene when they are in bed together and BoomFuzzy DOES NOT have sex with Quaraun. Several times throughout the story, it is pointed out BoomFuzzy enjoys sex with men, and is refusing to have sex with Quaraun because Quaraun is not a male, and BoomFuzzy is trying to come to grips with having fallen in love with a TRANSMAN who has a vagina.

This line IS in fact confirming to readers that Quaraun is biologically female.

A later scene after Quaraun’s wife forces her lovers to rape him, which states:

The she-Elf gave birth to twin boys, and now had four children, two boys and two girls to raise.

Immediately followed by

With the arrival of the children, she felt less inclined to spend time with her lovers, and soon turned them out of the castle.

And then a scene (an entire chapter) telling you that Quaraun has spent the past few months in hiding, in a nearby forest... which is meant to tell you that he had to go into hiding to HIDE HIS PREGNANT BELLY.

The line:

The she-Elf gave birth to twin boys, and now had four children, two boys and two girls to raise.

Refers to Quaraun as “the she-Elf”, but the line following:

With the arrival of the children, she felt less inclined to spend time with her lovers, and soon turned them out of the castle.

...is reference that the wife has taken the children away from Quaraun after he has given birth. Quaraun was forced to send the babies he gave birth to, back to the castle, but was also forced to continue to stay in hiding in the forest.

The entire series is based on the fact that Quaraun DOES NOT WANT to be seen as a female, he WANTS to be seen as a male, and thus the many cryptic references to his female biology being down so very cryptically.

And YET Quaraun is seen pregnant and giving birth, and seen to hate both the children he gave birth to and the woman who forced him to have to become pregnant in the first place, leading to him eventually killing both her and the four children he gave birth to.

When Quaraun was beaten into a coma by his father, BoomFuzzy kidnaped Quaraun and spent the next three years nursing the crippled Elf back to health. Quaraun never regained use of his hands and BoomFuzzy built a pair of gold-plated prosthetic gloves to encase Quaraun's real frail crippled hands. Quaraun was terrified to go back home, and developed the infinite amounts of massive phobias which plague him throughout the series. Quaraun continued to live with BoomFuzzy. Unknown to Quaraun, BoomFuzzy was already married to a warlord named Gibedon.

BoomFuzzy's husband, an army general, returned home from war to find Quaraun sleeping in BoomFuzzy's bed, immediately assumed Quaraun to be male (unaware that Quaraun had a vagina and BoomFuzzy, being gay, had never had sex with Quaraun) and believed BoomFuzzy has been cheating on him. When BoomFuzzy tried to explain that Quaraun was a female Elf in hiding, he never got the chance to explain, as Gibedon pulled out a knife and stabbed BoomFuzzy. Quaraun tried to save BoomFuzzy.

At this exact moment, a mysterious “Goat” Demon showed up from a portal, no explanation who it is (it is GhoulSpawn from the future as readers realize later in a different story) and dragged Quaraun away from the fight, saying "You have to let this happen. You stopped it before and it changed the world". By the time the Demon let's go of Quaraun and runs back through the portal, only seconds from arriving, Gibedon has gutted BoomFuzzy, leaving BoomFuzzy half dead. Quaraun grabbed the knife from Gibedon and cut off Gibedon's head.Roles now reverse as Quaraun takes care of BoomFuzzy, but the wound is to bad, and becomes septic.

Fearing BoomFuzzy would die, Quaraun returned to his father's palace to seek medical help for BoomFuzzy, and is locked, by his evil father, in a tower, as the story takes a retelling of Rapunzel, and the magic tower, causes Quaraun’s hair to mysteriously grow to twelve feet long.

Near the end of the novel, BoomFuzzy, while still locked in the tower. Quaraun is tricked into an arranged marriage with a female Elf, and, all hell breaks lose, when BoomFuzzy believing Quaraun left him, commits suicide, on the belief that Quaraun had decided to break off the relationship with a gay man.

Quaraun meanwhile is horrifically tortured by his arranged-wife and her male lovers, when Quaraun refuses to consummate the marriage and also refuses to say why, refusing to reveal he is in fact a she. Quaraun and his wife live in separate rooms, and are married for several years before a night arrives that she decides to rape Quaraun, and is horrified by what she finds, discovering that her husband has a vagina.

Quaraun, is presumably the next in line to be king, and his wife, had great plans of being queen. Those plans are shattered when she learns that, she hasn't any chance of ever being Queen at all, because Quaraun, with his vagina, will be queen, not king. The readers are told outright this is why she is upset.

As the novel winds to it's conclusion, Quaraun's wife devises a plot to get Quaraun pregnant, by hiring 5 of her bodyguards to gang rape Quaraun. There is no question in reader minds at this point that Quaraun is a female, as Quaraun gives birth to twin daughters and his wife pretends they are hers. The gang rape is repeated 2 years later and Quaraun gives birth to twin boys.Once the 4 infants are weened, and no longer need Quaraun alive, the wife plots to have Quaraun killed, but Quaraun, fights back, killing the wife, his 4 children, and the king, then uses their souls to resurrect BoomFuzzy as a Lich. BoomFuzzy proceeds to kill off the rest of the village.

The novel "BoomFuzzy" ends with Quaraun vowing to never again be unfaithful to BoomFuzzy and, deciding to live as a man because BoomFuzzy is gay. Quaraun is never again shown as a female in the series, though he is shown as pregnant several times throughout the series, sometimes by BoomFuzzy and other times by GhoulSpawn.Prior to the novel BoomFuzzy, Quaraun goes back and forth between being male and female, unsure which he is, because he is intersex.

BoomFuzzy is a gay man with no interest in females. The couple do not have sex for this reason. But BoomFuzzy is deeply in love with Quaraun. Quaraun is deeply in love with BoomFuzzy, and so sheds all connection to being female. Quaraun’s being intersex, is kept a secret, and he lives as a male. Quaraun and BoomFuzzy presenting themselves as a married gay couple.

The novel BoomFuzzy, took place three hundred years, prior to the time period of this collection of short stories.Meaning Quaraun and BoomFuzzy have lived together as a married gay couple, Quaraun living as a male, for three centuries.

GhoulSpawn, in the time period of this short story collection, has only lived with Quaraun and BoomFuzzy for three years.

There are scenes which states that Quaraun once had female breasts but that they were "brutally removed by rapists" and scenes which say Quaraun has a penis but "that it is a small none functioning micro penis", there are also scenes which state Quaraun is "bitchy from PMS".

Quaraun has been punished, sometimes violently, multiple times for his refusal to adhere to local dress codes of his people. This has included public beatings, which involved the entire community joining in to stone him.

Do you remember I said Quaraun's hands were crushed, crippled, and dead? His own father, did this to him, punishment for wearing pink, by crushing his hands in the millstones of the local mill-millstones weight several thousand pounds and are moved by a team of horses- we are talking a big, full sized millstone in a mill house.

There are, by the way, no more Moon Elves. The last straw came when the Moon Elves attacked Quaraun's male Faerie lover, BoomFuzzy, driving him to commit suicide, resulting in Quaraun taking up Necromancy and Blood Magic, then mass slaughtering all the Moon Elves in a gory blood bath and using their souls to resurrect his dead lover as a Lich King Unicorn. Quaraun is deemed insane by the world, because after he killed the Moon Elves and before he resurrected BoomFuzzy, he ate the Moon Elves.

Every.

Last.

One.

The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun, is the last surviving Elf in a world overrun by ghosts, zombies, and undead creatures. But Quaraun himself is dead, his body taken over by The Sacred Pink JellyFish, who rather than turn his body into the typical Thullid tentacle beast, has chosen to grow her stinging tentacles as glorious twelve foot long white hair. On the run for murdering his wife and four small children, he now lives as a silk weaving merchant, travelling the New England coastline in the company of his two male lovers BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, a Lich, and GhoulSpawn, a cloven-hooved, sheep legged Chaos Demon.

A zombie outbreak has destroyed the entire planet (actual zombies-dead who crawled up out of graves after a necromancer's spell went wrong)...this happened 800 years after the apocalypse happened. There are 21 billion undead vs 7 million living.

It's 1,400 years after the apocalypse happened. It happened in 2525. The apocalypse was not the zombies. They came later. The apocalypse was a natural event, of the Earth's polar caps melting, the Earth flipping, and being slung closer to the Sun, causing mass burning and melting of everything, killing most plants, animals, and people while destroying most of the buildings and roads across most of the planet. After stabilizing on its orbit again, the Earth's new orbit was farther than it originally had been, causing a semi-ice age, with most of the planet now snow covered.

Most of the survivors of the apocalypse were children and elderly, who had escaped to bunkers in the last days before the planet burned. It was a Lord of the Flies situation when Humans rose out of their bunkers to rebuild. While remains of Earth's technology remain in the ruins, there were no survivors who knew how to rebuild. There are no doctors, no scientists, no medicine, no computers, no electricity, no cars that run, nothing.

Things like passenger jet planes and giant cruise ships lay crashed in fields, with ancient 500+ year old trees growing up through them, and no one knows what these ancient relics are or what they were once used for. No one is capable of comprehending that these giant planes once flew in the sky or that cruise ships sailed the ocean. Both are thought to be strange buildings. The Statue of Liberty is just a head sticking up out of the sand, no one knows she has a full body under the ground, and people are unaware that if they dig down deep enough, they'll find the ancient ruins of New York City underneath her.

Boston is partly unearthed and is one of the largest dig sites. The Boston Dig Site is society's only clue to what the planet had been like before it melted.

It's only been 1,400 years since Earth was "reborn". Enough time for forests to grow up and bury all evidence of the 20th century's lifestyle. But not enough time for humanity to rebuild past a quasi-Medieval-like level of technology.

Aliens, known as Thullids, invaded at some point shortly before 2525 and most were killed in the burning of the planet. This is not common knowledge. But some survived. They are tiny parasitic JellyFish who crawl up noses, eat the brain, absorb the memories of the host, replace the host's nervous system with their tentacles and then walk among the living, pretending to be the host. They have a hive mind with one another, so recognize each other easily through telepathy. They are all male except one. The last female, JellyFish lives inside the body of a male necromancer. It was through the JellyFish pretending to be the necromancer after killing him, that caused the dead to rise, due to the fact that she did not know how to properly cast a resurrection spell.

There are no big cities. There are very few large towns. There are lots of small scattered villages, but each has fewer than 200 people and there are often a hundred or more miles between each village. There are no politically defined country borders. Due to the discovery of ancient 20th century maps, people use the names of countries as they existed in the 1970s, but political government structures of those countries no longer exist. For example, it is known where the 50 states in America are, but America has no president or congress and the states have no governors.

As such, there are no large governments or organized laws.

No established currency. The system is mostly bartering: the apple farmer trades a barrel of apples with the candle maker for new candles, that sort of thing. Each town will have some sort of leader, usually a self-proclaimed king, who makes the laws for his village. As a whole, the world is divided into lots of little settlements, clans, and tribes. About half the world's population are nomadic clans that travel the planet, gatherer/hunter style following herds of animals, moving where crops are by seasons, etc.

Though religions abound and many have found things to worship, there are no known real gods in this world. For in order for a god to truly be a god, there are requirements:

1: The being must be a true immortal. Immortal meaning they can not be harmed or injured, including they can not become sick or wounded, in any way and they can not die.

2: As an immortal, they also can not have been born. They can have no beginning and no end and must be an eternally existing being. They therefor must have existed before time began and will continue to exist after time ceases.

3: They must have powers that can not be duplicated by science or magic.

So far nothing and no one has yet been found which/whom meets these requirements.

However, that doesn't stop various power crazed wizards, warriors, nobles, and common folk from just proclaiming themselves a god for whatever reason, or from founding a religion to worship some "invisible" (yet fictional) god that they made up just because they were on a power trip and wanted followers.

And because fearful, superstitious, uneducated, and/or desperate people can be manipulated into believing anything, if the right words or "evidences" are presented to them, this causes people to believe in (false) gods, who are really just sly/powerful/cunning/manipulative chatelaines getting off on a power trip.

Many claim The Pink Necromancer to be a god, for he destroyed the world with nothing more than uttering "I wish..." And The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish rose up to worship him. Their leader ZooLock, the octopus headed priest, spends much of his life in search of Quaraun, while Quaraun spends just as much of his life, keeping his distance from ZooLock and his cultists.

Quaraun himself believes the Moon to be a Goddess and worships her with undying devotion, in spite of many evidences that the moon is nothing more than a big rock floating in space.

So as of yet there are no actual real gods, but there are people who claim to be gods or who claim someone else to be a god, thus there are lots of religions, each of which worships different things, depending on who founded the religion and why.

There are no heavily populated areas.

There are no big cities.

There are no capital cities.

Most small towns don't even have names.

No one uses money.

Anarchy rules.

Everyone has something they grow or make, and whatever that something is, they trade it with others for things they need.

If you have no trade, you have no ability to get what you need to survive.

Quaraun is a silk weaver. Not the shiny, glossy, satin type silk, but the homespun, slub filled, thick, heavy raw silk that resembles thick wool, but is incredibly soft, and keeps you warm in the winter and cool in the summer, so is highly sought after for clothes. He is a merchant, so he moves from town to town, bringing supplies with him to people who can't get stuff otherwise. He trades his silk goods for other items, then takes those items to a town in need of them to trade for more items needed in other villages.

Well, Quaraun is a silk weaver and glass blower in addition to being a mage for hire, so whenever he needs food, he will find a family with a young daughter and ask to eat supper with them in exchange for giving the girl a silk shawl or a silk scarf or embroidered silk slippers or fancy glass genie bottle or a necklace made of braided silk ribbons and blown glass beads. Silk is very rare and highly valued, and most families would view such an item as making their daughter more eligible for marriage, so few ever turn him away with an offer like this.

Quaraun uses currency when people demand it, but usually he can get most everything he needs by trading his silk and blown glass items.

If Quaraun needs a place to sleep for the night, he will find a horse stable and offer to curry the horses for being allowed to sleep in the hay.

If he can find no place to barter for sleeping quarters, Quaraun carries with him a bag of holding. A tiny pink beaded silk, heart-shaped coin purse. Inside of it is a tent, and his wardrobe, and his books, and his weaving looms, and everything else he owns, which is a lot, for Quaraun was once a king, before the apocalypse happened, and everything he had in his palace, he now carries inside this tiny coin purse.

This is how Quaraun lives.

This is the way "money" functions in this world. Bartering and trading. No coins or paper bills. Not anymore.

But Quaraun is an elderly man, an Elf, with failing memory and a resistance to change, and would rather barter than carry coinage. Quaraun is a travelling mage/merchant and ends up travelling long distances across multiple countries, including across oceans to other continents, plus he's a nonHuman, an Elf, around 750 years old. So, he has coins and other currency from lots of places, and lots of times, but being elderly and having a failing memory, he can never remember the exact names of currency type of which region/country each type comes from. But then he can't remember the various names of each coin, nor can he remember which coins to use in which countries. He ends up having lots of coins made out of various materials: gold, silver, copper, tin, bronze, platinum, pewter, glass, gemstones (jade, turquoise, rose quartz, amethyst, etc), bones, shells, carved wood, etc.

Quaraun ends up carrying some of each of everything on him, because he's never certain which ones to use it, which places.

Because Quaraun can't remember the names of the currencies or which regions he got the coinage from, so, when he speaks about currency, he speaks in terms of the material it's made out of regardless of what the correct name is-thus he says: Gold coin, gold bar, silver coin, copper coin, brass coin, nickel coin, jade coins, string of coins, wooden coins, cowrie shell, moon snails, clam shells, glass beads, seed beads, fur pelt (fox, beaver, bear, mink, marten, rabbit, etc), wood chips, quartz crystal, amber, citrine, paper notes, pearls, opals, gemstone chips (turquoise, jade, peridot, etc), silk threads, silk ribbons, silk scarves, silkworm cocoons, bags of rice, glass globs, marbles... are all things characters have used.

The world is mostly destroyed.

Civilization is decimated.

There are no big governments and no countries anymore, because most of society is scattered into small tribes and clans. The world was once a high tech future state, but it's not in near medieval state due to a mass apocalypse. As such, more often then not, currency consists of whatever local regional item is readily available, rather then minted coinage.

Minted coins are usually antique relics of civilizations past.

Most villages have their own currency system, unique only to their village, for example: a village on coastal salt flats, may use clam shells as currency, while a village near a volcano may use lumps of lava rock as currency.

A lot of places don't use currency, rather trade goods, so a man who needs a plow for his garden, might trade a bag of apples from his orchard for it, while a woman who needs flour to cook with might trade milk from her cow for it.

If you were to cross paths with Quaraun, and ask for, say, a cup of tea, he'd likely invite you into his tent and serve you tea without asking anything in exchange, other then that you spend an hour conversing with him.

On the other hand, should Quaraun end up at your shop looking to buy a cup of tea, he'd probably argue with you if you gave him a dollar amount. He'd likely just hand you a gold or silver coin from his purse, and who knows from what region or government it'll be from. Depending on where you are and your personality, you might just take it because you realize that it's real gold and this single coin is more money than you'll make in a year and you can melt it down and exchange it from some money lender or pawn shop. If you are a more honest person, you'll tell Quaraun that it is way too much money and hand it back to him saying you won't accept it. And he'll argue that he won't take it back for he has more than he needs. And indeed he does, for Quaraun owns a dragon. And not just any dragon, by The Black Dragon of Fire Mountain.

Quaraun came to realize that humans like gold, so he strives to keep at least 10 gold coins on him at all times, and whenever he gets in a haggling war with someone over an item, he can usually pull out a gold coin and hand it to them, and they just take the coin, because gold is very rare and usually highly sought after by most greedy humans.

However, because the world is in a decimated state, most common people would rather have useful items than currency. Thus a fur pelt which can be made into a blanket, or a bag of wheat flour that can be used to make bread, or a box of candles that can be used to light a room, may in fact be seen as more valuable than gold coins, due to the fact that one can not eat gold or keep warm with it.

Weapons too are valuable commodity.

Pretty much everyone carries a weapon.

But guns are very rare and so not many people are even aware what a gun is, and the few who do know about guns are also the only few who own them.

Weapons are mostly blades or bolts. And weapons are largely designed for hunting food or fighting undead.

Weapons of war exist but are rare due to the living are usually too busy worrying about the Undead, to have time to think about warring with other groups of living.

Settled villages are rare and the ones that exist are walled in to keep out undead. Humanity is mostly nomadic groups of less than one hundred people per group, travelling the globe, always on the move, always trying to stay ahead of the constantly moving massive hordes of undead.

When I say zombies, I mean ACTUAL zombies.

There was no sickness.

There was no disease.

There was no virus.

There was no fungi.

There was no science lab releasing bio warfare monsters.

There was only Quaraun, a necromancer, who was trying to resurrect his dead lover, and botched the spell, turning the soil of the earth into essentially a magic potion that reanimated corpses.

Anyone and everyone at any point in history who ever once lived, died, and was buried in the earth…if their body has not yet turned to ash/dust, even if reduced to only bones, they have clawed their way out of the ground and walk along the undead.

Jesus is a zombie that gets seen from time to time, as is Napoleon, Joseph Smith, and every other famous and not famous person in history.

And not just people.

It reanimated dead plants, dead insects, dead birds, dead animals, dead trees, dead fish. Everything. Even things like germs, bacteria, and ancient dinosaur fossils.

Entire dead wood forests roam the Earth. The Forest of No Return terrorizes the world, as its giant hundred foot tall trees march their way across the planet.

Lethal rose gardens of undead thorn filled vines strangle travellers.

Flocks of skeletal undead hummingbirds peck people's eyes out.

Herds of undead horses gallop across what used to be the American midWest.

The dead rise up from their graves and march across the planet.

The most terrifying undead creatures of all are the JellyFish who rose up out of the ocean, crawled up the nostrils of the living, ate their brains, then live wearing the body like a coat. These JellyFish pod people don't rot like other zombies and blend in with the living.

People whose dead body had already reverted to dust or ash, returned incorporeal, as various types of ghosts, wraiths, and liches.

This is a world where things like suicide are worse then living, because you'll return to life in a few days, and be worse off than before.

No one stays dead.

Chopping up the dead doesn't kill them. It just leaves disembodied hands clawing their way across the ground, alive with a live of their own, that defies all medical logic.

Shooting brains doesn't keep them down. You just end up headless horsemen galloping through the night.

The dead defy all physical logic, because a necromancer's curse causes them to just keep getting back up no matter what you do to them.

And because of the Undead, there are no laws banning or restricting weapons, even among groups large enough to have created laws.

There are 21 billion undead vs 7 million living, the world is heavily overpopulated with undead and Humanity is on the brink of extinction.

Settlements and villages are few and far between, so the bulk of society do not have permanent home structures. But most people have weapons on them.

Mostly bladed weapons, knives and daggers and the like. Big switch blades are common as they are useful tools for everyday cutting and eating, but can become an effective weapon when needed as well.

Long wooden staffs are common as you can use them to push undead away, and knock the undead down, and if made of thick sturdy wood, you can beat the attacker and break his legs. Most types of the undead can not heal, so broken legs mean it now crawls instead of walks and it becomes less dangerous.

Long metal staffs made of ancient lead pipes are common for weapons as they can do a lot of damage fast.

Machetes are extremely common, as they are an everyday tool that can double as a weapon.

When I say most people carry weapons, that includes men and women as well as elderly and children.

Mages exist, but are extremely rare. So magic is sometimes a weapon as well, but not often. Most people know of magic, but magic is a difficult mystery to master and takes decades to become proficient in, so all the mages are very ancient, elderly. There is no such thing as young/child/teen/young adult wizards in this world. Magic powers aren't something you are born with. And super powers are not a thing. Magic is manipulation of nature/spirit/psychic energies and involves a lot of ritual chants, drawing symbols, and preparing herbs.

Most of the mages who are proficient enough in magic to use it as a weapon, however, don't. Magic is seen as a useful tool to help with everyday life things, such as using magic to boil a pot of tea without having to start a campfire, or using magic to have brooms sweep the floor by themselves.

While magic CAN and sometimes is used for fighting/weapons, it is impractical to do so, as spell casting isn't BOOM instant. Spells have to be pre-prepared, and casting involves drawing ritual symbols in the ground, sacred circles, etc. Magic is very granny magic with herbs meets ceremonial Wiccan rituals, type of magic. In a fight situation, there is usually only seconds to survive so you need to immediately grab a knife or sword or staff, you can't spend an hour drawing and chanting and boiling herbs. So magic as a weapon is almost unheard of.

No Human practices magic, for magic takes centuries to learn. So all mages are Elves or Faeries or Demons. And largely insane. Centuries of isolation to learn their crafts, causes mages to lose touch with social graces and the norms of society. Eccentric in their habits, bizarre in the dress, outlandish in their speech, mages are seen as mad men, to be shunned and avoided.

Soldiers and some people who fancy themselves warriors often carry various types of swords, sabres, or machetes. Most bands of survivors just use ancient junkyard items to make armour and weapons, so, pretty much anything could end up being used to construct a makeshift weapon.

Laws are often non-existent. Small groups rise up and try to form governments, but they never gain more than 200 or 300 followers, so there are no "countries" or large political government structures on Earth anymore.

The closet thing the world has to organize justice is Finderu and his Justice Mages. Or Harrier and Checka and their infamous White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Finderu made laws governing magic, and trained up a renegade group of sadistic mage deputies to enforce them. And Checka invented a new form of Fairy Iron, one capable of binding not only Faeries, but mages, undead, and Liches as well.

But most feared, of all rulers, is Dr. Dameon. A mysterious bird-man, rumoured to be twelve feet tall, and more Vulture than Man. He lives in the Golden Palace, that floats in the clouds high above the deadly Mushroom Forest, where caterpillars the size of blue whales, gobble up the tyrannosaurus rex like it was a harmless bunny rabbit.

The world is a lawless wasteland, made up of lots of little bands/clans/tribes/groups, each with whatever laws they self made.

Places which have laws are ruled by self proclaimed "kings" who happened to be ruthless enough to terrorize people into following them. Most kings are ego driven megalomaniac dictators.

GhoulSpawn, the cloven hooved sheep-Demon, arrived here from the 1970s and Quaraun tells him, it is the 1400's. But Quaraun's "the 1400s" but it's not the Mediaeval 1400s. Instead, it's 1,400 years after the apocalypse occurred, on earth, in the year 2525. So by GhoulSpawn's calendar, the year is some point after 3925 about 2,000 years in the future of GhoulSpawn's 1970s and not the past as GhoulSpawn believes.

By 2525, there were 21 billion people on earth. During the apocalypse, all but 7 million died and became zombies.

Due to the world being infested by billions of undead, the population has not increased at a normal expected rate, and is still around 7 million people even now 1,400 after the apocalypse happened.

Well, this means things like doctors, factory workers, computer builders, auto mechanics, technicians, etc all died out. And so technology died as well. Cars stopped being used because there was no one to build new ones and no one to repair old ones. Computers and phones stopped being used because no one left alive knew how to build new ones. Guns faded out of use because eventually they stopped working from old age and there was no one left alive who knew how to manufacture more.

My main character is The Pink Necromancer, Quaraun, who is the court mage and husband of King Gwallmaiic aka BoomFuzzy, King of The UnSeelie Court.

Married for decades, they share a kind, loving relationship.

Though they sometimes argue and often bicker, they live by the rule "never let the sun rest on anger" and are quick to apologize, quick to kiss and make up.

They are often seen laughing, hugging, kissing, and dancing.

They deeply love each other and proudly, openly, dote on each other without shame or fear.

They hug and kiss in public and they don't care who sees them.

Due to the vibes I choose to write, they rarely encounter bigots or haters, but when they do, they stand their ground, they don't back down and they don't let anyone bully them.

Stories and poems prominently feature the two of them doing things together, enjoying each other's company.

The overall vibe is uplifting, cozy, comforting, cheerful, and focused on showing a gay couple enjoying a warm, pleasant life together.

It being 1,400 years since the planet was decimated, also means there are no cities…places like New York, Paris, Tokyo, Boston, are buried under centuries of erosion and massive forests have grown over the tops of them. Nature has taken back the planet and most cities are completely forgotten as though they never existed, so scavenging and finding weapons is not going to happen. It's the very distinct future that has reverted back to the Dark Ages, but random spots of 21st century tech show up from time to time. Boston is a huge archaeological dig site. Any guns any one has, would be over a thousand years old and would likely have been dug up as ancient artefacts, of ancient lost civilization of 20th century man, from the Boston Dig Site. Bands of children being all that survived, so there were no adults to teach how to do anything. And not their great-great-grandchildren are the population.

Serial killer, time traveller, builder of the Twighlight Manor, destroyer of the universe. . .. These are the Adventures of Quaraun the Insane.

Quaraun & BoomFuzzy: The Ultimate Power Couple

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy complement each other. But had it not been for the comet strike, they might never have come together.

The comet strike happened nearly a thousand years ago. It happened centuries before Quaraun was born. Quaraun doesn't remember the world before the comet strike. BoomFuzzy is twice Quaraun’s age and the comet strike happened when he was a small child. It is a struggle to find a city that is not buried a mile or more under giant old growth forests of thousand year old trees.

GhoulSpawn often compared this era of the world to being like Planet of the Apes... if they find ruins of a city, it's like when Charlton Heston sees the very top of the Statue of Liberty head sticking out of the sand and he realizes he's still on Earth but so many thousands of years in the future that hundreds of feet of sediment buries all ruins and nature has reclaimed the planet. And survivor groups are like Beneath Planet of the Apes, living miles below the surface, in the tunnels of what used to be cities on the surface, but are now buried by time.

GhoulSpawn, trapped here, from 1978, often compared the 40th century to the Sci-Fi movies he had so loved watching in the 1960s and 1960s.

Quaraun is disabled. It is not arrogance causing him to demand servants. Quaraun is severely handicapped and requires a shit ton load of nursing care and help, his 37 handmaids have to dress him and bath him and brush his hair and do the housework and raise his children because Quaraun is physically incapable of doing it himself. His crippled hands, his lame leg, his arthritic joints, and his weak heart make his heavily reliant on others to help him in doing even the most simple daily tasks that an able bodied person would take for granted.

Quaraun is not a spoiled noble. He is a severely disabled, physically fragile man whose continued survival depends on an entire network of support. His 37 handmaids aren’t luxury—they are necessity. Quaraun requires full-time nursing care because his body simply cannot function without it. His prosthetic hands are not tools of strength but reminders of the trauma he’s endured. His leg is not “injured”—it is permanently lame. His joints ache, seize, fail him. His heart could give out at any moment.

Everything around him—from the servants to the silky pink robes to the luxury of the UnSeelie Court—is not decadence. It is accommodation. It is survival in a frozen hellscape.

Quaraun owns a huge homestead of thousands of acres of orchard, vineyards, fields of grain, and a massive 500 acre BioDome in which they raise sheep, yaks, chickens, tussah months, vegetables, and fruits. The BioDome is powered by hundreds of acres of glass forest, the massive glass trees acting as a system that collects rare beams of sunlight into an energy system that runs the BioDome.

BoomFuzzy? He is not some wandering chef with flair and fire. He is the King of the Planet. That is not self-declared, not romanticised, not poetic licence. BoomFuzzy owns the land, the means of food production, the last source of sustainable agriculture left in a dead, frozen world. His BioDome is the literal and figurative heart of the planet. He feeds the last remnants of life. Every merchant, pirate, scavenger, or warlord either obeys BoomFuzzy or starves. There is no alternative.

BoomFuzzy has the street smarts and cunning thinking, strategic planning skills, to run a government. Quaraun has the finances to see that BoomFuzzy’s politics can be enforced. Quaraun lacks the intelligence or strength to run a government. BoomFuzzy lacks the funds to enforce his rule. Likewise BoomFuzzy knows the food and farming and culinary industry expertly enough to size full control of it from every angle, forcing people to have to rely on him for food supplies or starve... think very much a mob gangster taking control of all the world's food supplies to force people into submission to his rule.

Meanwhile Quaraun has this same skill in the industry of cloth, fabric, clothing, blankets, and retail merchandising. Allowing Quaraun to completely corner the market on coats, cloths, blankets, anything people need to stay warm in the ice age. Again further forcing people into submission to BoomFuzzy’s rule.

Quaraun is a transman, but not by choice.

There are 21 billion zombies; only 7 million male Humans; and only a thousand females of ALL RACES COMBINED on the entire planet.

Settlements are small. Rarely more then a dozen to two dozen people. Even The GodForsaken City – the largest city on the planet-has only a little over a hundred people living in it. And there are hundreds, sometimes thousands of miles between each settlement.

As there is no infrastructure, people travel on foot, and it can day weeks to walk between one settlement to the next.

It takes three YEARS to walk from Maine to Florida. A distance that in the 20th century, could be travelled in only 2 days by car. But there are no roads in the year 3999. No cars. No governments. No gas. The UnSeelie Court have the ONLY cars still running. Old cars from the 1960s and 1970s, that they have fitted with AI powered tech, that runs on the blue comet crystals that rain down during thunderstorms.

People can live their entire lives never seeing a female or a child.

Men are known to go batshit crazy psycho killer on any settlement found to have a female in it.

Females do not go out in public.

Females live in hiding.

Females pass themselves off as men if they do go out in public.

That Quaraun lives a very public life and is a world leader, is something he, a female, could only do, by publicly being a man.

Females cower in the shadows, living in mortal terror of men.

Quaraun, lives as a man, and is out in the public eye, and has every last Human male on the planet living in mortal terror of him.

There is no one, no where on this planet who has not heard of The Pink Necromancer and his Lich The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

They are the ultimate power couple, forged not of heroism but mutually aligned villainy, cold calculation, and ruthless survivalism. Not comic book supervillains cackling in towers, no. These two are brutal, systemic tyrants, who rose from trauma and blood to grind the crumbling world beneath their booted heels—not for fame or glory, but because no one else could.

The only city in Quaraun’s era is The GodForsaken City at the Boston Dig Site. Quaraun has hired archeologists to mine below the surface to try to reach Boston and bring up books from Boston's libraries and art from Boston's museums. The GodForsaken City is built on the surface, and is a hub of black market merchants, pirates, bandits, and workers hired by the archeologists. It's like how people in real world dig up tombs in Egypt or Pompi to try to understand how ancient civilizations were. 20th century Boston is an ancient lost civilization. Quaraun’s world is the 40th century. They have no knowledge of the 29th century at all. The only things Quaraun’s era know about ancient Humans is what they find in the Boston Dig Site below the GodForsaken City.

They don’t rule with swords or guns.

They rule with bread. With coats. With comfort.

Quaraun and BoomFuzzy don’t scavenge. They aren’t desperate. They own the supply chains. They built them. GhoulSpawn maintains them. And the UnSeelie Court lives in insulated, bio-engineered, solar-fusion-fed stability while the outside world rots.

And yes—this isn’t arrogance. This isn’t extravagance. It’s survival, but it’s also a massive, monumental feat of science, organization, and control. What they have built is empire. An empire rooted in necessity, crafted from ice and blood and centuries of horror, but no less real than the dynasties of old.
BoomFuzzy, the mob kingpin of agriculture, hoarding seeds like gold, commanding caravans of famine-starved wanderers, deciding which camps eat and which burn.

Every crust of bread, every crumb of pie, every drop of soup, bears his mark. You either pay his price or you don’t eat. The Screaming Unicorn doesn’t do mercy. He’ll laugh in your face, hand you a food voucher, then set fire to your barn if you question his terms.

Meanwhile, Quaraun is the cold silk spider in his pink tower, weaving the planet in threads both literal and political. He may be delicate. He may need to be dressed by handmaids and cradled by servants. But his ledger books bind kings in chains. He owns the last working looms. The last mills. The last dye vats. Every coat that shields a shivering back from the screaming wind is stitched under his banner. Every winter is his army.

Together, they run the world.

BoomFuzzy decides who lives.

Quaraun decides who freezes.

These are two evil supervillains whom have joined forces to take over the entire planet. By controlling the entire infrastructure of food and clothing, they have forced the entire planet to its knees, in an already apocalyptic world where people were already struggling.

And their strength is in how perfectly they complete each other. BoomFuzzy is brutal, crude, cunning, iron-fisted—but his people adore him because he feeds them. Quaraun is ethereal, neurotic, intellectually fragile—but the planet is wrapped in his fabric.

They make and grew everything themselves. The UnSeelie Court lives in the lap of luxury. They are not scavage to survive. This is why Quaraun has the literal monopoly on cloth production and BoomFuzzy has the literal monopoly on food production. BoomFuzzy is literally the King of the Planet. This is the actual fucking King of the Planet, the monarch who has full control of the world. Because they own this BioDome.

Neither could conquer the world alone. Together? They own it.

And yes—their methods are evil. Deliberately. Bluntly. Proudly. They saw the chaos of the comet, the collapse of the world, and didn’t flinch. Where others mourned, they built empires. Where others died, they tightened their grip.

This isn’t post-apocalyptic kindness. This is post-apocalyptic dominion. And anyone who wants to survive in this Ice Age hell better fall in line—because you either eat BoomFuzzy’s food and wear Quaraun’s silk, or you die screaming in the snow.

This is not post-apocalyptic survival horror. This is post-extinction aristocracy, where those few with the power to build systems of sustainability are literally gods among the ruins of ancient humanity. And Quaraun—delicate, dependent, and tragically beautiful—is at the centre of that empire. Not because of power—but because he is loved, he is cared for, and because BoomFuzzy would murder the world to keep him safe.

Links To The Quaraun Stories Can Be Found Listed Here

CONTEXT NOTE: It is the year 3999 — Quaraun is the last Moon Elf, and possibly the last Elf of any type, left on Planet Vesonta, after two apocalypses wiped out the planet.

The first — a comet hit the moon, fracturing the moon, filling the atmosphere with comet dust and moon dust, blocking out the sun, and shifting the planet’s orbit, causing a “snowball earth” ice age to occur. Where shards of the shattered comet hit the earth, huge Crystal Forests grew up, causing The Crystal Plague, giving rise to magic and mages who use the crystals to power their spells. Only seven million people were known to have survived. Of those seven million, fewer than one thousand were female.
The second — forced to live as men or be hunted by men, females went into hiding, disguised as men. One such female, a Moon Elf name Quaraun, was outed by a gang of men, who cut off her hands and publicly gang raped by the entire town while her husband was murdered. Enraged she swore vengeance on the entire planet, turning to Necromancy, she resurrected her husband as a Lich, and then used the same spell to summon all dead things: people, animals, plants, trees — — to rise up and wage war on rapists. Ushering in the zombie apocalypse.
Twenty-one Billion UnDead move in mass herds across the earth, controlled by the Necromancer and the Lich, and hunting down all rapists among the seven million survivors.
Now with gold plated prosthetic hands, known as The Pink Necromancer and once again living as a man, Quaraun and his now Lich husband, wander the 40th century zombie infested ice age wasteland that is all that remains of earth.
These are The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane.

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The Pink Necromancer, Moon Elf silk weaver & merchant: Quaraun on Noodle Beach. His master chef Phooka turned Lich husband: BoomFuzzy with his 1968 VW Bus Beach Noodle Food Truck. And their on again/off again mad scientist Sheep Demon lover: GhoulSpawn with his 1974 AMC Gremlin time machine. Time Travel setting swings back and forth between 40th century Maine after a comet hit the moon decimating the planet, and the 1970s, Maine. Quaraun in the main character, he and BoomFuzzy are a married gay couple. GhoulSpawn is their shared live-in lover. Art by Wendy Christine Allen.

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There are now over one thousand stories in this series, on Medium, here are lists of some of them sorted by categories:

For more detailed info about the 3 main characters, the dozens of side characters, and the various locations and items mentioned in the stories, see this page:

Meet The Characters:
The Pink Necromancer Index Part 2

For those unaware, the Quaraun series started out as fanfiction of several things, primary among them was the character Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradley, whom Quaraun’s character is based upon.
Before there was Quaraun, there was Lythande by Marion Zimmer Bradley… the FIRST intersex, transgender homeless Gypsy mage, part of The Mists of Avalon series, which spans dozens of books throughout the 1970s & 1980s, all featuring an intersex, female to male mage main character .
Lythande started out as a series of short stories in magazines in the 1970s, and was later compiled into a collection in the 1980s. After Bradley’s death, several unpublished Lythande stories were found and her granddaughter published “The Complete Lythande” which includes everything she wrote, including the previously unpublished stories, which remain unedited and unfinished.
After publishing the first Lythande story, Bradley issued a letter to her fans, that Lythande was without copyright and “open world” and invited fans to write more stories for the series. I was one of the fans who answered this.
When the Bradley lawsuits and court cases rocked the literary world a few years later, I unpublished everything featuring Lythande and the world, and changed all characters and world to OC ones, republishing them, in what is now The Quaraun series.
For those unfamiliar with Lythande it was the first mass market produced book to feature a transgender main character.
Lythande at the time of its publication was one of the most controversial, most hated, most boycotted, and most banned book of the era — due to it being the first TRADITIONALLY PUBLISHED by one of the “Big Four” publishing houses, to feature a TRANSGENDER main character.
Lythande is a lesbian female, who lives in a world dominated by woman hating men -who are mass murdering females at alarming levels in an attempt to rid the world of the evil that is women. Lesbian women are the primary target in this nightmarish dystopian world where the LGBTQAI+ community is being massacred in a dictator decreed genocide. In order to help her fellow lesbians gain their rights and freedoms, Lythande goes undercover as a man to infiltrate The Blue Star Warriors, a group of male mages who control the world’s magic. She becomes the most powerful mage of all time across all dimensions, but when the leader of The Blue Star Warriors discovers she is a woman, he curses her. The curse forces her to live the rest of her life as a man, including, she is no longer able to have sex as a woman, literally turning into a male with a penis whenever she tries to have sex with her female lover; additionally she is cursed with immortality and lives for thousands of years, falling in love with hundreds of women, and never able to be with any of them as a woman… unfortunately… like FireFly, the series remains unfinished, because the author died before she finished writing it, so, we never find out how the series would have ended.
My Quaraun books, take that exact same premise and run with it on a full blown “What if?” — I do highly recommend you read Lythande, if you want to gain a full “lore background” on the lore behind my Quaraun series :

The Complete Lythande (Amazon Affiliate Link)
It’s a long wait until the Last Battle of Law and Chaos, when the forces of Good and Evil will clash for the final…amzn.to

These stories lean in heavy on the Lythande lore.

An Index of Quaraun Short Stories on Medium

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Dragging a Body Through The Snow

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Talking While Falling Asleep

Wizards and More Wizards

and Even More Wizards

and Still More wizards

Plus

Elves and Very High, High Elves

Unicorns and Phookas and Demons

and

The Dangers of World Travel

Where To Get Writing Ideas?

and

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Idiots Who See Things I Never Wrote

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Geriatric Fiction: Literature About Elderly Characters aka Yet another look at readers who see things I did not write

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Check out

The Quaraun Series Prologue

and

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and

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to find out more about the plot and lore of the series.

Not sure which story to start with? These here are good places to start, to get a good introduction to the three main characters:

Bone Dice

BoomFuzzy's Chowder Dilemma

The Cellar's Forgotten Treasure

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A Dark and Stormy Night

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The Golden Dragon Keys

If your ass ain’t freezing or your brains ain’t scrambled, you’re ain’t really trying

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Paddlewheel Maintenance

The Phooka's Dragon School

The Red Hakama

Springtime by the River

Sticky Rice, Bare Fingers, and Slippery Chopsticks

The Sweet and Sour of Lemons

The Terror Bird

3 Perspectives on an Apple

The Valuable Mystery of the Talking Saloon Door and How We Nearly Got Shot Over Stale Tacos

Vendetta over Vittles

A Very Important Clump of Grass

Wagers and Wiles in the Godforsaken City

The Washer Woman & The Fae

Weather Forecasting Stones

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Or if after reading those, you still are looking for more free to read stories, there are over three thousand of them on this site, too many to list here, but here a few dozen to get you started...

...you can just jump in and try reading some of the free to read online stories first before committing to buying the books:

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The Arrival

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The Beauty of a Silk Moth Hatching

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Bellicose: Warlike! Aggressive! Hostile!

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The Demon Cultists and The Coming of The Darkness

The Demonic Music Box

Desolate Nostalgia on a Frozen Shoreline

The Diamond Forest in the Bio Dome

The Disbelief of Humans

Discovering A Floating Castle

Dismal Day at the Street Market

The Doors' Dark Secret - A Wedding In A Zombie Apocalypse

Dreams of Purple Pearls

The Drunk Moon Elf

Echoes of the Glass Forest

Echoes of the Unseen

An Eclipse in the Faerie Glen

An Eclipse Looms Tonight

An Eerie Discovery

Eerie Symbols in the Snow

The Egg That Was Not an Egg

The Elf With Crippled Hands

Ember

Enable

The Enchanted Map

Encountering ghostly apparitions in the swamp

Evil Eggplants Stalking Outside

Evil McEvil of The Twirly Moustache

Existential Crisis Perspectives - 3 Perspectives on an Existential Crisis

Exploring the Swamp's Forgotten River

A Fall in the River

A Field of Poppies On The Road To Witch Pond

15 Drabbles About Being Transgender

The First Flicker of Dawn

Fishing in the Rain

Five Ways To Save Money in Las Vegas

Fizzy and Frigid

A Flapdoodle Wizard’s Duel

Fleeced for Fizz

Fog & Peach Melba Toast After Last Night's Rain

Footprints In The Sand

Forest Kings and Their Antler Crowns

The Fragrant Smoke of Flavoured Herbs

Freshly Baked Sugar Cookies

The Frilly Nest of Panic

A Garden of Pink Chrysanthemums

Get your hands off my dress!

GhoulSpawn & The Cultists

GhoulSpawn Said The Moon Don’t Laugh

GhoulSpawn's Toasted Marshmallow Magic

A Glass of Fresh Milk

Gloom Blob of Doom: The Dreadful Dripping of the Doom Blob of Gloom

Glumpish, Grumpy, Sullen, Gloomy

Golden Field, Pink Glories

The Golden Mask

The Graveyard That Ate the Living

The Great UnSeelie Court Swindlers

He Always Comes Back

Heirloom Tomatoes

Help! He's trying to feed me!

The Herd Approaches

Herons in the Dunes

The Howl on Silent Moor

How to Create a Literary Empire with Just Your Bum Poems

How To Kill a Lich

How to Hijack a Human Supply Train Without Getting Shot

How to Overthrow an Entire Settlement Without So Much as Lifting a Finger

I Need To Feel Safe

Ignoramus — An Utterly Ignorant Crowd of Humans

IkuTursu's Cursed Depths of the Swamp Where Pine Boughs Whisper

Incandescent Shadows Over Driftwood Bay

Inner Fortitude

Insidious Love

Invigorating Cool Air

Iron Hooves and Burning Roads, Krampus on Wheels

The Ivory Tower of Greed

The Jar of Pickled Toes

Jibber Jabber Ramblings by the Fire

The Jolly Red Lich King

Journey Through the Zombie-Infested Swamp on the Blue Monkey

Judgement An Ode To The Lunatics Preaching The Rapture of September'25

Kelim and The Necromancer: Finding Finderu

Kelim Meets Quaraun The Insane

Lanterns Over the Faerie Glen

Leaving Your Bed Messy Isn't Exactly the Apocalypse

The Leprechaun of The Deep North

A Lich's Lament For a Mortal Lover Growing Old

A Lich's Reflections On Escaping The Swamp of Death

The Lich's True Form Revealed

The Lighthouse’s Glass-Eyed Horror

The Lighthouse Keeper

The Lighthouse That Leapt, Space Dock 13's First Jump Through Space

The Long Road

The Loot Tree

Lord of the Hive

Lost In The Forest of No Return-Trying To Find Directions

The Lost Library and The Snowglobe

The Lotus' Silent Prayer on the Sandy Shoreline

Lover's Triangle

Make tea and go for a rainy forest walk

Maple Cotton Candy Served as a Topping on Vanilla Ice Cream

A Market Day Disaster

Market Day Weekend - Three Days In The Life of The Pink Necromancer

Marsh Serenity Reflection

Mayonnaise

Meeting Mallac

Melt, Ya Safe With Me

The MerMan's Wrath

Milkweed Meadow

Mint, Madness, and Motor Parts

The Mischief of the Purple Unicorn

Misplaced Utensils and the Cascade of Confusion

Monsters & Mayhem: How Black Tower Became Pink (8+ Parts)

The Moon and The Drowned

The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops

The Moon That Hungers

The Moon and The Mirror

Morning Sickness at The Shattered Stein (TW: MPreg Yaoi)

A Mysterious Door

No Goldfish, Today?

No Place for Birth

The Noodle of Power

Not Little Red Riding Hood

Obsessive Love-Dangerous Love

An Ode to My Shattered Sanity

Ominous

One River In Three Perspectives

Open Grave

An Ordinary Day

A Path of Twisted Trees

A Peaceful Night on the Tundra

The Peaceful Shores of Noodle Beach

Phantom Tides

Pickling Perfection

Pickles, Panic, & Permafrost

The Picnic

Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an Emerald Green Overly Fluffy Scarf

The Pink Necromancer's Deceitful Carpet Weave

Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies

Pliable Clay on the Potter's Wheel

Pocket Lich Unleashed: Quaraun Murders Finderu

Preparations for the Street Market of the GodForsaken City

Psychotic Dead Things

Quaraun's Beauty Makeovers

Quaraun's Candle Business

Quaraun's Irritable Day

Quaraun and The Wandering Turtle City

Quarreling Over the Last Slice of Pizza

A Quiet Day on The Blue Monkey

The Quiet Evening in the Pink Silk Tent

A Quiet Evening In The Rain

A Quiet Night on The River

A Quiet Place To Sweep

A Quiet, Relaxing Foot Rub

The Rain-Drenched Alley

Raining Cats & Dogs

Readers vs Readers, What Really Makes a Reader, a Reader?

Remove!

The Return of ZooLock

The River Boat Man-Woman

The Sacred Pink Secret (TW: Mpreg Yaoi)

Safety and Emergency System Activated. Please Being Calm

Santa's Floating Dead Body

Santa's Letter To Satan

The Screaming Contest

The Seagull

Sea Slugs and Clam Chowder Bread Bowls

Secret Meeting Hidden Behind Closed Doors

Shadows on the Clam Flats

Shipyard at Dusk

The Silence of the Unseen

Silks in the Snow

The Singing Crabgrass Crabs — A Green Fairy Wine Tale

A Sinister-Looking Stone Well

Six Days Earlier

The Snake's Prophecy of Doom Upon The Fractured Moon

A Solitary Black Sock

Spinning Dreams in Silk

The Soul Eater

Spacious Space

Spooky Scary Skeletons - A Graveyard Waltz

Stillness in the Garden's Chaos

Stone Cakes for the Road

Survival Preppers Of The Zombie Apocalypse

The Swamp of Death

The Tavern in the Faraway Town

The Temple City of The Green Goddess, Where Every Street Has a Name

The Terrifying Cliffs of Noodle Beach, featuring Etiole

That Afternoon When Quaraun Got Stuck In a Crab Trap

That Big Bad Darkness in His Heart

A Threatening Letter

Too Busy Cooking Lemon Tarts

Toobe's Well-Prompted Apocalypse (A ChatBot Plans Global Domination)

The Trade Caravan

A Tumble In The River

The Vacuous Tavern Fool

Waiter, There's A Head In My Soup

Wandering Merchant: The Trader’s Cryptic Goods (Part 2 of ShipYard At Dusk)

What I Wish I Knew Before Not Becoming an Astrophysicist

When a Government Tries to Cover Its Crimes

Why the Sea is Salt

A Winter Wizard

Wishing For Lobster Rolls-Never Make Wishes In The Presence of Wizards

WORMS!

Wrath of the Sacred Pink JellyFish

Yelling at the Snowstorm

You've Only Known Our World Through The Eyes of a Madman

You trust that nonsense over a map?

Zombies Are Not the Worst Thing Here {TW: Love fucking wins}

Zwodder: A Drowsy Stupid State of Mind

Hmmm... soooo... I was making the above list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here, and adding it into the footer of my site, here as you can see, which loads on every page, and then I realized... wait... there are over two thousand Pink Necromancer stories up free to read on my website, I can't put two thousand links on every single page! Whoops! LOL!

So, now I'm putting list to ALL the links to EVERY Quaraun story published on my website here on this page instead and just link that page to the footer instead. But also I'll just leave some of the links in the footer, as you can see above.

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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 Slice of Life, Yaoi genres.

I write Elves, Fae, Unicorns, & Demons in Limon Furry Yaoi that is not romantic enough to be Romance but also not erotic enough to be Erotica, and falls in the weird line of Slice of Life Literary without sex scenes, whatever genre you can think of that it might be. For some reason there are a lot of people spreading weird Erotica rumours about my books, trying to get them banned on grounds of being Eroica, even though there is nothing remotely erotic about anything I write.

Clearly they never read my books. However, it is causing a lot of Erotica readers to buy my books and get mad because there are no sex scenes. All I have to say to you is this: you shouldn't fall for the scammers who call themselves Christians and devote their lives to acting like Satan instead of acting like Christ.

Sorry honey, but, the people running around calling my books Erotica are the same dim witted idiots who are also running around saying my car has demons living in it, and are the same people slandering me with UFO rumors as well.

Sorry honey, but if you came here looking for Erotica, haunted cars, aliens, or UFOs, you can consider yourself scammed by a weird group of people who've made it their life goal to do everything in their power to try to cover up my son's murder.

ALL the rumors started a few weeks after my son's murder: the Stephen King rumors, the haunted car rumors, the alien abduction rumors, the UFO rumors, and yes, even the Erotica rumors---the fact remains, my son was murdered November 14, 2013 and the murderer is the one who started ALL of those rumors to try to turn the FBI investigation away from herself.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, know that there is a 99% chance that YouTuber, Blogger, or podcaster either IS my son's murderer or is a family or friend of my son's murderer.

If you find ANYONE making videos, blogs, or podcasts about me, my car, or in any way, shape, or form slandering me by connecting me to Stephen King, Erotica, Aliens, UFOs or witchcraft, copy the link to the video, blog, or podcast and give it to FBI agent Andy Drewer who is the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation.

Be aware that the New York Podcast is spreading information that was found ONLY in the classified documents of the Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments, meaning someone in the New York Podcast group is CONNECTED to my son's murderer.

NO ONE BESIDES THE MURDERER HERSELF knew what the murder weapon was. And New York Podcasters are broadcasting that information in a DELIBERATE ATTEMPT to sabotage the FBI investigation of my son's murder.

You can contact FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 or you can go into his office directly to talk to him in person at the FBI building on Middle street in Portland, his office is on the 4th floor, last hall on the parking garage side.

Because there is such a HUGE problem of people making fake "eelkat" accounts impersonating me, here are the links to my ACTUAL accounts:

| Amazon AC1 | Amazon AC2 | Blogger | DeviantArt | FictionPress | FB Profile | FB Page | FB Short Story Writers Group | Google Business | Google Developers | Gravatar | GumRoad | Instagram | Itch.io | LinkedIn | Medium | Myspace | NexusMods | Notd | OnlyFans | PayPal | Pinterest | Quora | Reddit 1 | Reddit 2 | Spoonflower | Steam | TikTok | Tumblr | Twitch | Twitter | Vocal | YouTube | Zazzle | Google+ |

If you find an account online claiming to be me, that is NOT one of these profiles linked above, there is a 99.99% chance it is a FAKE account impersonating me and only a .001% chance it's actually me and I just forgot to link it here.

Also, I do not have or use email, so don't trust ANY emails you receive claiming to be me. Likewise I DO NOT make videos about my family, Etiole, my car, or Stephen King, so ALL videos you find of such nature are fake as well. Likewise I do not run fundraisers, request donations, or have any involvement in any such things, so beware of ANYTHING using my name to request money from you, because I simply DO NOT do that.

These fake emails, fake accounts, and fake videos all claiming to be me are an increasingly big problem since the pandemic, and are being made by scammers who have zero affiliation with me and are illegally using my name for their scumbag dealings.

Do NOT trust ANYONE in any way contacting you claiming to be me because I DO NOT contact people AT ALL!

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