IMPORTANT UPDATE:

Due to the murder of my family and the resulting court cases, police investigations, and FBI investigations, I no longer have time to daily update this website.

Likewise ALL novel, short story, and article writing projects are on hiatus.

All book releases, book signings, workshops, and convention appearances for 2015 (and unknown amount of time after) are on hold while the murder investigation of my family is ongoing.

Writing advice an, worldbuilding, character creation, and other writing how to articles are on hold.

From now on, the bulk of updates here will be about the investigation into the murder of my family.

No, NOT just THIS author website, not JUST the EelKat pename, not just self published books: ALL 15 (fifteen) of my penames are on hiatus, that includes traditional published books as well, newspaper reporting jobs, editing jobs, my work for Harlequin Romance Novels, my work for Disney... EVERYTHING is on hiatus. Every publishing house I work for, every series I write, every panname I write under: they are ALL on hiatus, ALL projects.

There is NOTHING being published under ANY penname, not for ANY series, not for ANY publisher, from 2015 onward. EVERYTHING is on hold due to the murder of my family. I do not know when or even if, any of the projects will be restarted or finished.

Yes, BOTH the magazines I owned are indefinably shut down because of this as well, with no plans for either magazine to return. The publishing house I own is also closed to submissions from now on, we will no longer be publishing anything. It is unlikely we will reopen the publishing house either.

All book signing tours, workshops, letures, PAX events, ComicCon events, carnival/festival/state fair/car show events are also canceled. I will not be attending ANY of them. If a venue still has my name listed as a guest/speaker/etc it is because they've not yet removed it. I WILL NOT be there, no matter where it is! 

EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE, IS CANCELED!

The ONLY thing continuing from this point on, is THIS website, where I'll post updates on the murder investigation, hopefully every week, but, you know how it is when 10 members of your family are beheaded, it's kind of difficult to have a schedule for anything anymore.









The Summoner of Darkness:

Sheep Again
Chapter ??

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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



The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130

The Summoner of Darkness:

Sheep Again | Chapter ??

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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


Please Note: The Quaraun Series Is Rated M18+ and you must be 18 or older to buy it.

Most pages on EelKat.com are about writing Yaoi, and thus probably is NSFW; reader discretion is advised.

Why is the Quaraun Series Rated M18+?















The Summoner of Darkness is

an Epic Length Novel of more than 300,000 words

(500+ paperback pages)

This chapter is...

Word count: 2,500

or

8 paperback pages.




The Summoner of Darkness:


Sheep Again | Chapter ??

(Bizarro Dark Fantasy Yaoi free to read online)

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

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"Aswang? I thought you were a Phooka?" GhoulSpawn asked.

Unicorn nodded.

"Aye. All Phookas is male. There is no such t'ing as female Phooka. We reproduce with Aswangs. All Aswangs is female. They have no males among dem. Some parts o Scotland call us Each-uisge. We horse men. Not horse. Not man. Not Centaur either. 're the King of the Faeries, right?"

"Me was. Me left dat job. I no like be king. I chef. When one is king, one has no time to cook, un no let ya cook. I like to cook."

"But you call yourself a Faerie? Aren't Aswangs Demons?"

"We is Fae. We is Demons. We is Yokai. It all de same. Fae are Demon. Demon are Fae. Uruisgs are seen as Demons or Faeries, depending on who ya talk too."

"Uruisgs?" 

"Like me, half horse, half man, excepting Uruisgs is half sheep."

GhoulSpawn fell very silent. The mention of an Uruisg had upset him.

Quaraun leaned over to GhoulSpawn and whispered: "We know what you are."

"I should go."

GhoulSpawn tried to get up, but Quaraun grabbed his arm and gently pulled him back down.

"You don't have to leave. We're not gonna hurt you. You are an Uruisg, aren't you? Which is why you don't wear pants. You can't, can you? And that's why you wear the huge green houppelande coat. An Uruisg is a male Glastiv, yes? You're a sheep."

"Glastivs are goats," GhoulSpawn said quietly. "They run around in the mountains of the Scottish Highlands. Uruisg are sheep. We're from the Shetland pastures."

"Just like the Phooka's who are little ponies from marshlands. Centaurs of the forests. Fauns of the lowlands. Satyrs of the coast. Minators of the desert. I've never seen an Uruisg before. Can I see your legs?"

GhoulSpawn lowered his eyes and shook his head, silently mouthing the word 'no.'

"Why not?"

"I don't like people to see my legs. I get beat up when people see what I look like."

"We won't beat you."

"You're an arrogant High Elf."

"Only around Humans. I hate Humans. But I happen like Faeries and Demons and half-Elves and you're all three. Besides, you're almost as beautiful as I am."

"You're just in love with yourself aren't you?"

Quaraun completely ignored this statement.

"Is that why you rescue sheep? Because you are a sheep?"

"Yeah. Something like that."

"Would also explain your insatiable lust for women. Uruisgs are like Satyrs in that respect, yes?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to hide what you are from us. We won't judge you and we won't hurt you. You're safe with us. And your certainly welcomed to travel with us."

"I can't travel good."

"Why not?"

"Muddy roads. Rain. Snow. Ice. Wet grass."

"I do not understand?"

"Hoof rot. Muddy and rain and dampness, causes hoof rot. Wet grass and ice have no traction. I'd fall and break my legs. Once I'm down, I can't get back up very well, not without help. My legs are made for climbing rocks, and not much else. My hooves are not made for travel. I can't run. I can sprint. But not sustained running. And I can't walk on smooth floors. Polished marble, tile, linoleum, waxed hardwood. There's nothing for my hooves to grip. I can't climb ladders. I need help on stairs. I'm good at mountain climbing. Leaping around on rocks and ledge. That's why I like this town. The cliffs on the ocean. Beach sand. Dune grass. Blueberry plains. Apple orchards. The ravine. I can maneuver those with ease. The terrain here is good for me. There's a lot of lege here."

"But the people here don't like you."

"I know. The prostitutes and housewives like me. Quite a lot."

"You're good in bed."

"Very. I've long soft Cotswold wool. Women like having something soft and furry to cuddle with."

"Iffy ya lower half be a sheep," Unicorn stated. "Then ya got the cock un balls of a ram. I guessing de wimin folk be liking dat quite a lot as well."

"Can you not talk about me... uhm..."

"Ya can not say cock un balls can ya?"

"No. I didn't grow up in Biddeford."

"I did, so fuck you."

"Yeah, I gathered you were a Biddefidian by the lewd, crude way you talked. Most vulgar town in the world."

"It a sea port. What do ya expect. It sailors, merchants, un fishermen. Rife wid rats, cockroaches, un lobsters."

"You know in the future lobsters are a delicacy and people pay $30 a pound for them."

"Unicorn has a point," Quaraun said. "You're balls must be bigger than mine."

"What?"

"You know, before, I wanted to see your legs. Because I never saw a man with sheep legs before. But, now I want to see your balls. I've seen sheep. They have monster sized testicles. Fow does that translate over into a hals-Elf-sheep like yourself?"

"You're both crude."

"I've lived with him too long. And I have a thing for furry lovers."

"Furry lovers?"

"You excit me."

"Did I want to know that?"

"Probably not."

"I'm not gay. And you probably don't know what that means. I don't think that word was in use yet back here in, whatever time this is. I don't with other men."

"You like women. Which is fine, because I have Unicorn. And I'm quite content with him in my bed."











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