Summoner of Darkness:
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries
(yaoi free to read online)




By Wendy C Allen

eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:

My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.

As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.

There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.

The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.

There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...

@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat

I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

update sept 7, 2026

"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?

I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.

So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.

see video below for more information: 


@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

update Sept 15, 2026:

I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed

you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?

all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,

well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.

waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.

update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine

Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.


Summoner of Darkness:
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries
(yaoi free to read online)



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The Summoner of Darkness is

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Word count: 4,547

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It is volume 11 of a series of 130 novels.


Summoner of Darkness:
Corsets, Elves, and Undead Faeries
(yaoi free to read online)

"Damn it!" Quaraun muttered as he stopped to adjust his pink corset lacings.  

"Boob!" Unicorn yelled out. "Sweet nip nop."  

"Nipnop?"

"Ya nipples."

"I know what you meant. What the hell is wrong with you? Where do you come up with these words?"

"Ya pink titties match ya dress."

Unicorn pinched the Elf's nipples.

"Will you stop it?" 

Quaraun slapped the Phooka.

"No! I saw yar boob." 

"I don't have boobs. It would be much easier to wear this corset if I did." 

"Yis has lovely boobs." 

"I don't have boobs." 

"Aye ya does. Yis mammal." 

"And male." 

"Dressed as female." 

Quaraun glared at Unicorn.

"I do not approve of assigning gender to clothes. Anybody ought to be able to wear whatever they damned well want to wear without being told only males or females are allowed to wear it. There is no damned reason why only females can wear dresses. Tighten this damned thing for me. I can't do it myself." 

The Elf lifted his long hair around his shoulder, off his back, while holding one hand over his chest holding the pink lace corset in place. Unicorn moved around behind the Elf and cinched up the laces tightly. 

"That tight enough?"

"No."

"Really?"

"You can go tighter." 

"Ya sure?" 

"Yes." 

"Ya'll pass out." 

"I'll pass out any ways." 

"That true." 

Unicorn continued tighening the cords. Quaraun held his breath. Unicorn stopped pulling, to tie the ends. 

"Tighter," Quaraun said. 

"T'at gonna hurt." 

"Since when do I not like pain?"

"Too tight un ya'll crack ya ribs or rupture yar spleen."

"Tighter." 

"It can'na go tighter."

"Tighter!"

"It'll break ya ribs if it go much tighter." 

"It can go tighter." 

"I does no want to hurt ya." 

"I like it tight. I can't get it tight enough myself. I need you to do it." 

"I can t'ink of other things I like tight un would love to do." 

Quaraun looked back at Unicorn. 

"You don't have to fuck me every five minutes."

"Aye, I does."

"Later."

"Why not now?" 

"Just tighten my corset."

"I'd rather remove it."

Unicorn wrapped his arms around the Elf's waist and pulled him close. Quaraun felt Unicorn hard and erect, pressing against him. Unicorn forced the Elf forward, pushing him against the wall. Quaraun gasped, suddenly realizing how much he wanted the Phooka to fuck him. He did not resist as Unicorn began to hump against him, kissing his neck and slowly pulling his skirts up.

Mallac came storming in just then.

"What are you two doing?" The Human demanded.

Quaraun looked back towards the door.

"Do you never knock?" Quaraun groaned.

Unicorn continued kissing Quaraun's neck, unperturbed by the Human's intrusion.

"You two are indecent."

Quaraun placed his hands against the wall to steady himself and push Unicorn back. Unicorn stepped away when he realized the Elf was trying to get away.

"What do you want, Mallac?" Quaraun asked as he straightened his clothes once again. 

"Finish tying me up," he said the Unicorn, once again holding his hair out of the way so Unicorn could lace up the corset.

"You were supposed to meet me," Mallac growled angrily.

"Was I?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Where have you been?"

"Obviously right here where you found me."

"Doing what?"

"Being fucked by him." 

"That's not what I asked you."

"It most certainly is what you asked me. You wanted to know what I was doing. That is what I was doing."

"You was supposed to meet me."

"I don't seem to recall."

"Don't play dumb with me, Elf. You agreed to help me."

"I did?"

Quaraun was only half listening to what the soldier was saying. He was trying not to talk as to hold his breath while Unicorn tightened the corset strings. He was also trying not to pass out, as Unicorn was correct, the corset was too tight all ready. Mallac continued talking, explaining how upset and angry he was, but Quaraun only heard a word here or there.

"...and you knew that." Mallac finished with.

"Did I?"

"You are an hour late."

"Hour?"

"Yes."

Quaraun looked back at Unicorn and asked: "What's an hour?"

Unicorn shrugged.

"I knows not."

He was too busy focusing on tying ribbons and cords to think of anything more to say.

"What's an hour?" Quaraun asked Mallac.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Mallac yelled, while taking several brisk steps forward.

This sudden movement startled Quaraun who released his grip on the wall, stepped back and stumbled over Unicorn. Unicorn was caught off guard and also stumbled, but was able to grab Quaraun's bare shoulders and steady him, and likewise keeping them both from falling.

"Yis scaring me Elf," Unicorn snarled.

The soldier was inches from Quaraun now, yelling in his face and shaking an angry fist. Lots of angry words spilled from his lips, but Quaraun was too light headed to hear most of them.

Mallac wasn't a very large Human, but even a small Human was big next to the little petit and easily frightened, and right now not getting enough oxygen, Elf. Words were coming from the Human's lips. His mouth moving in angry jerks, his eyes blazen with hatred, his fists flying over his head. Panic seized the Elf.

The Human's movements were too threatening, too much looking like an attack, and Quaraun was far too unprepared for this interruption and so did exactly what he did best: had himself a panic attack.

Bright coloured snowflakes of light bursts were flashing in front of his eyes, mixed in with a sinking blackness that was enveloping him. Quaraun didn't hear what the Human was saying, he was too busy hyperventilating from the panic attack that resulted from the Human's unexpected and threatening movements. Sight and sounds melded together into one. Seconds later, Quaraun was passed out on the floor.

Next thing Quaraun knew he was waking up, with Unicorn hovering worriedly over him.

"Yis okay?"

Quaraun stared up at Unicorn for a moment trying to remember where he was.

"I think so."

Unicorn had removed the corset and wrapped the Elf in one of his pink silk kimono instead.

"I told ya it was too tight," Unicorn chided.

Quaraun tried to sit up.

"I still feel light headed," he moaned as he laid back down.

"You pussy," Mallac yelled. 

"Leave 'im alone, ya git."

"I wasn't talking you."

Unicorn's eyes flared with rage, glowing red.A faint blue glow hovered around his body.

"Unicorn, don't," Quaraun said weakly.

The Lich did not listen. The undead beast saw this Human as a threat and was ready to turn into a blood thirsty skeletal beast to suck the life out of the soldier.

"Unicorn..." Quaraun forced himself up and pulled Unicorn away from Mallac. "He's not evil. He's not trying to hurt us."

"Him attacked ya."

"No. He didn't. He wasn't trying to hurt me. He was upset. His people are being killed and he was expecting us to help him stop the attacks. Some how he got his information wrong. He thought we abandoned him. You know what abandonment feels like. Better then most."

"I does. It no fun."

"He's frustrated and frightened. Something or someone is killing his friends and family. He's frightened, he's reacting out of fear." 

Quaraun turned to Mallac, then leaned again the bed to steady himself. He was breathing heavily trying to catch his breath.

"Oooh. I'm so dizzy."

"Damned corset were too tight on ya. Told ya. Ya would nay listen."

Quaraun ignored Unicorn and addressed Mallac.

"I'm sorry. I really wasn't aware you expected us to meet with you today. There seems to have been a miscommunication somewhere. I would have been there had I known it was what you had expected. I'm afraid your language is difficult for me. It's not my native tongue, and the local dialect is not one I've heard before. Perhaps I did agree to meet you, without fully understanding what it was I was agreeing to do?"

"Is that an apology?"

"Why was it you wanted to meet with me... or us meet with you?"

"The murders."

"Of course. You've said that. Your people are being murdered. I know. I don't know how I can help. We were not planning to stop here in your village. I was wounded back by Witch Pond. Highwaymen and a pack of hounds attacked us, just outside of your village. We only stopped here so I could rest while my wounds healed. I lost a lot of blood, I'm very weak right now. It's why I keep passing out. I'm not sure what use you think I could be in my current condition."

"I asked around about you. You're a wizard for hire."

"Yes."

"You help villages in trouble."

"Occasionally, yes. That's not the type of wizardry I specialize in though. I mainly make magic items for other magic users."

"I have no other wizard to go to for help."

"My understanding is you have a whole group of wizards living here in this village."

"HellBorne and his lot?"

"Yes."

"They are half-Elves!"

"Is there something I don't know about half-Elves that makes them not someone you can go to?"

Mallac spit on the floor.

"We don't associate with half-Elves. A damn pack of theives."

"Perhaps if they were allowed to have jobs and make trades with your people I doubt they would nee..."

"We do not make trades with half-Elves."

"I see."

"You don't know what half-Elves are like."

"Maybe if you Humans didn't treat them like shit, they wouldn't have to become criminals to survive."

"Those Highwaymen you meet, were probably half-Elves."

"The Highwaymen were Humans. Scum of the Earth. Parasitic plague."

"Probably cast a spell on you to make you think they was Humans."

"Half Elves is evil but you can full blooded Elf?"

Quaraun sat down on the edge of the bed. He was too dizzy to stand any longer. He didn't want to pass out again.

"Full blooded Elves like you don't roam around the contryside killing people."

Quaraun raised an eyebrow at this. Unicorn sat on the floor grinning and trying not to laugh. Roaming around the countryside killing people, was exactly what Quaraun did.

"Thought you asked about me," Quaraun said dryly.

"I did."

"And? What did you learn?"

"That's you're the world's most powerful wizard."

"And you half to have a wizard to help you?"

"People round these parts are scared of wizards."

"As they should be. But I do not understand, why, when you have an entire group of wizards living in this town, do you not go to them. Surly they have more interest in helping their fellow villagers than some some random stranger would have."

"Most of them ain't been here long."

"No?"

"No."

"So you are saying they are strangers?"

"That old lighthouse is basically a bandit's camp these days."

"What about GhoulSpawn?"

"That crazy glowing in the dark freak? Even the other half-Elves don't like him."

"So I've heard. But wouldn't he help you if you asked."

Mallac laughed at this.

"I don't what is so funny. I meet GhoulSpawn outside of town. He helped me when the dogs attacked. He probably saved my life. The dogs caught me off guard. If GhoulSpawn hadn't been there I might be dead now."

"Pttf."

"You clearly don't like him."

"No one round here does."

"Why not? He seemed nice enough."

"He's the worst thief among them. Steals everything that ain't nailed down. My men try to catch him and he opens up a hole in thin air and runs through it."

"What does he steal?"

"Everything. Every damned thing. We catch him jumping over fences into fields and orchards. Stealing harvests, corn, apples, pumpkins..."

"Pumpkins?"

"Lately sheep. Every damned last sheep for miles around. Hundreds of them! All gone missing."

"He does like his sheep."

"The other day my men caught the hoodlum robbing graves."

"Grave robbing?"

"Yeah. Not jewelry like most grave robbers, either. No. Bodies."

"Bodies?" 

"Probably getting them for that damned HellBorne. He's a Necromancer you know?"

"HellBorne is a Necromancer?"

"Yeah."

"I wonder how it is I don't know him?"

"Why would you?"

"Necromancy is a very specialized skill. Only a few who know how to do it well enough to teach it. Three I believe. Gibedon, who I killed. Gwallmaiic, who Gibedon killed, thus why I killed Gibedon. And me. Me and Gibedon both trained under Gwallmaiic. If HellBorne's a Necromancer I would know him. And I don't. So I doubt if he's a Necromancer."

"I didn't come here to talk about HellBorne. I need your help."

"But why? What is it you think I can do? We are strangers here."

"You have a reputation... one I think, you don't live up to well..."

"No. I'm not the big scary monster, the stories like to say I am."

"People are scared... but they're more scared of you. They'll talk to you. You're coming with me. I want you to talk to them."

"Talk to who?"

"The victims' families. Witnesses. Any one who might know something."

"Meaning I need to get dressed, which is what I was trying to do when you interupted us."

"It looked more like you were trying to get undressed."

"Yes, well, I seem to have difficulty keeping my clothes on around him. He'd rather take them off them put them on."

"What are you two?"

"I'm an Elf and he's a Unicorn."

"That's not what I meant. I meant... You two... You..."

"I'm his wife. Is that what you wanted to know?"

"You're a male."

"So?"

Mallac decided to change the subject. The thought of a gay couple bothered him.

"He doesn't look like a Unicorn."

"He's a shapeshifter. Takes a Human form when we are around Humans."

Quaraun turned to Unicorn. 

"Re-lace me." 

"Ya gonna try un squeeze into dat t'ing again?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I like wearing it."

"It does no fit ya. It made for woman. Yis no shaped right to wear it."

"I am going to wear that corset and you are going to help me get it on."

Quaraun tossed his kimono off.

"Boobies!" Unicorn screamed again.

"WILL YOU STOP IT!"

"I can see ya boobs again."

"I don't have boobs, as you just so aptly pointed out, my being male and lacking boobs is the reason I'm having trouble wearing this damned corset."

"Then why wear it?"

"I like it. I look good in it when I finally get it on."

"If ya folded the top down ya could walk around wid ya tits on display."

"Unicorn, just help me get it on."

Quaraun once again went through the process of putting the corset on.

"I understand ya wearing dresses. Ya can find dresses what fit ya body. Corsets I does no understand. Dey is made to hold boobs on shelf un ya ain't got no boobs to put on shelf."

Once again the Elf lifted his long hair around his shoulder, off his back, while holding one hand over his chest holding the pink lace corset in place. Unicorn moved around behind the Elf and cinched up the laces tightly. 

"Dair must be gender transformation spell out dair to give ya boobs, sos ya could wear these t'ings better."

"I don't want boobs."

"Why not?"

"I'm not trying to be a female."

"Ya might as well be female, ya let me fuck ya un suck on ya nipples."

Mallac stared at Quaraun wide eyed. 

"Do you?" He asked the Elf. 

"It's none of your business what I do or do not do with him. Why are you even still here?"

"We have people to question."

"People to question," Quaraun sputtered angrily. He braced his hands against the wall while Unicorn pulled the laces tighter on the corset. "I still don't remember agreeing to do that."

"I think you were drunk."

"When?" Quaraun asked Mallac.

"Tighter," he added to Unicorn.

"When you agreed to come with me."

"And when did I do that?"

"Last night."

"Last night... Oow!" Quaraun yelped in pain. "What are you doing?" He yelled at Unicorn.

"Ya said ya wanted tighter," the Faerie answered.

"I said tighter, not kick me in the back!"

"Well how is I to get ya in dis t'ing. It does nae fit ya. Ya skin un bones un I still has to squish ya into it."

Quaraun spun around to face Unicorn, pulling the cords out of the little Fae's hands, in doing so.

"You don't have to kick me!"

"I was nae kicking ya, I were bracing me foot so to get cords pulled tighter for ya."

"In my back?"

"How else I supposed to get ya in damned t'ing? Un why ya gotta wear dis one for, eh? It does nae fit ya un ya has dozen others what do."

"I want to wear this one."

Mallac watched the two magical beings as they bickered over the corset and the fact that it was several sizes too small for the Elf trying to wear it. Mallac contemplated interrupting them, but was scared of both of them. His being loud, rough, and bullying towards them was more show than anything else.

The fact remained, Mallac was terrified of Elves and wizards and Necromancers and here was one that was all three. He'd seen the powers half-Elves had and knew they were very limited compared to the powers of a full blooded Elf. He'd heard rumours that the High Elves had more inborn powers than other types of Elves.

While he had not heard of Quaraun himself before, others in the village had and after last night's meeting, Mallac had told other soldiers of Quaraun's agreeing to help them, and a few began to tell the stories they'd heard of the infamous transvestite Pink Necromancer Quaraun the Insane.

Word had soon spread around town and by morning fear hung on the tongue of every Human in the village, as they whispered every rumour they had heard and every rumour they had not heard, plus simply began making up new rumours, about the strange albino Elf that had arrived in town last night. Mallac had begun to question his invitation to the Elf to help him investigate the murders.

Quaraun had clearly not been interested in helping the Humans, for the simple reason that they were Humans, and now this morning he seemed even less interested. It was clear by the scene he was watching right now, that the vain, flipitant Elf was far more interested in his clothes then he was in helping anyone. 

Mallac didn't know what to think of the little Faerie. He'd asked around town if anyone knew anything about Faeries and everything he was told was that they were bad news. When those who knew of such things, asked him what type of Fae he had seen, and his answer was a Phooka, he watched their faces turn from fear to dread as every last drop of blood drained from their faces.

"A Phooka?" One old man had said.

"Yes, a Phooka," Mallac had answered.

"Worst of the worst," another elder said. 

"They eat Humans," a third added. 

"Predators with no morals," said a forth.

"Tricksters."

"Shapeshifters."

"As bad as Demons."

"Deviant bastards. Never turn your back on them. They'll make you think they are your friend then BOOM! When you least expect it, rip off your head and eat your entrails."

"Only good Phooka is a dead Phooka."

"Damn near impossible to kill. They Blink and Shimmer. Can't catch them. Once second they are here, next second they are on the other side of town."

The men had continued on in this manner for well over an hour. By morning Mallac was regretting he'd approached the two beasts. Everything he'd been told, left him filled with dread. Apparently High Elves were stuck up snobs who hated Humans, seeing them as inferior to ants and a High Elf traveling with a Phooka could only mean that this Elf hated Humans more than most.

"You say the Elf is travelling with this Phooka?" An elder asked.

"Yes," Mallac had answered, retelling the events of his meeting them.

"Undead?" One elder had exclaimed upon hearing this part. "The Phooka is undead? And you say the Elf is a Necromancer dressed in pink? The Pink Necromancer?"

"You think this is The Pink Necromancer?" Another elder asked the first.

"Think of the implications if it is!"

Mallac had never heard of this Pink Necromancer before, so was unable to comment on this, but the elders began talking among themselves and would not have heard anything he'd said anyways.

"They say he controls Liches."

"They say he BUILT the Liches."

"Most powerful Necromancer on the face of the Earth."

"Killed Gibedon."

"Killed King Gwallmaiic."

"Wasn't King Gwallmaiic a Phooka?"

"He was. Elf Eater of Pepper Valley they called him. He's one of the Lich Lords now."

"The Pink Necromancer built the Lich Lords."

"And controls them."

"They do his bidding."

"Keeps them as his slaves."

Those words buzzed through Mallac's head as he watched the little Phooka obeying the pink robed Elf's every command without question. He wondered if the Phooka had any free will of it's own, if it even could say no to the powerful, eccentric wizard would stood before him, trying to squeeze into a stiffly boned, pink lace corset.

It made matters worse, in Mallac's mind, that both these magical beasts were not only not Humans, but they were also wizards.

He wondered if one could trust a wizard. He'd seen many wizards of late, what with HellBorne gathering up every low level mage and sorcerer he could find. But Mallac was uncertain how those self taught hacks, compared to these very advanced, elite high level wizards who were academically trained.

Quaraun was supposedly the most powerful wizard on the planet, a title that Gwallmaiic had held before him, and here now was both Quaraun and Gwallmaiic together, arguing over a piece of women's underwear that the wizard was intent on wearing.

Quaraun seemed to be doing an awful lot of bossing Gwallmaiic around and Mallac was trying to determine if the little Phooka was a free man or a slave, when the creature turned to him and said:

"Help me get him in dis damned t'ing. Him stubborn as fuck. Him will nae helps ya till him dressed for grand entrance. Arrogant piece of shit."

Before Mallac had a chance to respond, Quaraun had spun around and was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"What the hell did you call me?"

"I called ya arrogant."

"You called me shit."

"I calls every one shit, ya should be used to me tongue by now."

"How dare you!"

Quaraun pulled out his wand and waved it in Uncorn's face. The Phooka, straightened up, crossed him arms and smirked at the Elf.

"Oh I dare ya try that! I gots more power in me little finger then ya will ever has. Ya'd be dead before ya hit me."

Anger flared in the Phooka's eyes. Quaraun immediately went dead silent and quickly put the wand away. It bothered Mallac, how absolutely terrified the Elf looked just then. If this truly was the world's most powerful wizard, than anything that scared him, was to be feared, or so Mallac thought.

"Turn around, shut up, un let me get get dis damn t'ing on ya," Unicorn growled as he shoved the Elf into the wall.

Quaraun did as he was told without further objection. From that point on the Elf remained gravely silent. Mallac tried to determine the pink Necromancer's expression, but Elves did not outwardly show emotions the same way Humans did. Mallac finally concluded that Quaraun looked too scared to speak.

The fact was, Quaraun like being pushed around by Unicorn and frequently went out of his way to irritate the Phooka, with the intention of getting Unicorn angry enough to push him around. The problem with this was Unicorn's temper tended to get out of control and often became too violent for the frail, ill healthed Elf. This was one of those times.

Quaraun was scared and he had stopped talking because he realized he had gotten Unicorn too angry this time. There was a fine line between Unicorn's playfully roughly handling the Elf and abusively beating him. While he liked Unicorn to be rough with him, Quaraun did not like Unicorn to beat him.

When Unicorn finally got the corset facened, Quaraun silently finished dressing. He was visibly trembling with fear. Unicorn saw this and grabbed the Elf's shoulders from behind, in an attempt to calm the frightened Elf, but Quaraun squealed in terror and jumped away as though he thought he was being attacked. 

Unicorn quickly jumped back, holding his hands up.

"I not gonna hurt ya," the Phooka said quietly, now realizing how badly his words had frightened the little Elf. 

"I don't want you mad at me," Quaraun whispered, his words barely able to come out.

"I not mad at ya. Ya was waving wand in me face. Dat t'ing dangerous. I does nae like ya pointing it at me."

"You eat Elves."

"I will nae eat ya. Ya should know dis by now."

Unicorn pulled the Elf close to him and softly kissed his face.

"Yis so high strung lately. What is wrong wid ya? Ya like wild little filly needing taming. Ya becoming as feral as a Wild Elf. I never seen ya dis high strung before."

"I don't know."

"I t'inks dat bad trip ya had still messing wid ya head. Hope ya dids nae damage what little brain ya gots left."

Quaraun suddenly remembered Mallac was in the room and regained his earlier prideful composure. Walking past Unicorn and up to the Human he asked:

"Where did I say I was going with you?"

"There have been five murders. One each night for the past five nights. You was going to help me question the victims' families."

"Did I say I would do that?"

"Yes, you did."

"I don't remember it at all."

Quaraun turned to Unicorn.

"Was I drunk last night?"

"Aye. Un ya did tell 'im ya would help 'im. I heard ya says it."

"Well then, I guess I'm coming with you," Quaraun said to Mallac. "Let me get my things and then lead on."



The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
Full Chapter Index -
About The Novel:

Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness

Back from the dead, once again with Unicorn in tow, and now with the Thullid priest ZooLock his prisoner shackled in chains, Quaraun is headed back to The Screaming Unicorn Tavern in Old Orchard Beach, but finds himself cursed with endless bad luck, as one thing after another drops out of the sky in his path.

Highwaymen, hellhounds, a turtle as big as a house, fire breathing butterflies, a train station from the 20th century, and a strange glow-in-the-dark demonic wizard with pockets full of sheep, who sits in a red armchair in poppy field in the 1400s reading 1980s spellbooks books by Gary Gaygax.

Quaraun goes head to head against The Gremlin, a time traveling wizard from the future who refuses to allow the Pink Necromancer back into Old Orchard Beach, where since his last visit, an evil Sorcerer named HellBorne has erected a giant cursed lighthouse known as The Black Tower.

ZooLock however has other plans, and while 4 rival wizards tear up the town in a wizard's duel, the Squid Headed Aliens From Neptune's Moon and their armies of JellyFish worshiping cultists arrive in town to preform a ritual that will unleash an Elder Brain Chaos Demon, known as The Sacred Pink JellyFish on the world. Too bad they didn't know she was already in town.


NOTE: Most of this novel will be available as free to read online.



List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:

  • A Letter To Home
  • HellBorne and The Missing Sacrificial Sheep
  • Highwaymen 
  • Another Letter To Home
  • Hellhounds
  • The Half-Elf Thief With Pockets Full of Sheep
  • "I am Very Concerned About Blueberries." - Back At The Blueberry Plains of The Screaming Unicorn Inn
  • A Field of Fire Breathing Butterflies
  • The Pumpkins Are Following Us
  • A Third Letter To Home
  • The Abandoned Cathedral
  • A Piano Fell From The Sky
  • The Glow-In-The-Dark Sun Elf Who Fell From The Sky
  • Night Terrors
  • "Him not hurt. Him just cry baby."
  • The Pregnant JellyFish
  • Stay Wid Us Too Lang, Ya Go Crazy Wid Us
  • The Black Lighthouse
  • Strange Nightmares
  • Pumpkins Again
  • Food Fight In a Funeral Home
  • Shrimp Dinners 
  • The Sixth Letter To Home
  • The Fetishes of Phookas
  • A Tavern Scene Part 1 - "Ever heard of a chastity cage?"
  • A Tavern Scene Part 2 - Drunk Elves, Shrimp Dinners, and Dungeon Masters From The Future
  • He Kills People With Candy (The 7th Letter To Home)
  • ZooLock Again - Off To Talk to Merchants About Murder #2
  • Three Days, Three Murders, & Still No Shrimp Dinners
  • The Missing Children Bean-Nighe and Ben-Neeyah Warned Of
  • Explosions From The Sea
  • A Hurricane Hits The Lighthouse
  • The Blind Phooka
  • You Always See The Pony?
  • Murder #4 & Questions About The Black Tower
  • Pumpkins, Blueberries, and Shrimp
  • The Thullids Arrive In Town
  • Investigating Murder #5
  • ZooLock's Thullid Cultists
  • Murder #6 - The Red Herring Murder
  • Murder #6 - The Real Murder
  • The First Try At Entering Black Tower
  • The Black Tower's Garden of Death
  • Elves In Chandeliers
  • Aardsvorkus Muddsburge & The Crystal cave of Time and Necromancy
  • The Train Station
  • Back At The Tavern
  • Mallac and The Murder Weapon
  • Mallac And The Shambling Dead - No Spell Is Ever without A Price
  • Why is there an elephant in my bed?
  • "Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcuf! Kcid a kcus! Kcuf!"
  • Another Night, Another Murder (Murder #7)
  • Elwin
  • "My first thought was, where would a three year old put your bag of holding?"
  • The Oozing Plate Of Sugar Cookies Bludgeoned By The Courageous Alien Being Chased By A Bloodthirsty Crazed Celebrity Chef
  • Elwin and The Town Full of Dead Children
  • Glimmer Monks wear nothing underneath their robes...
  • Can Unicorns conceal themselves amongst normal horses and pick them off in secret?
  • The Thullids Are Gathering Around The Golden Rooster
  • A Bag Full of Pickled Jellyfish
  • Back At Black Tower
  • The Bottomless Pit
  • I'm HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower, of The Castle of Blood and Death
  • Necromancers Don't Wear Pink
  • BoomFuzzy's Evil Army of Blood Thirsty Marshmallow Tutti-Frutti Fuzzy Wuzzy Fluffy Bunnies
  • The Cult of The Sacred Pink JellyFish
  • The Pregnant Jellyfish and The Murdered Half-Elf
  • The Wrath of The Pink Necromancer
  • Darkness Falls
  • Back To Black Tower Again
  • The Ptarmagin Kats of Space Dock 13
  • On Board The VISION-D8
  • Elwin Again

(The End?)



Did You Know?

The Summoner of Darkness is the first time The Gremlin, EelKat, Lyxiana, Bela, and Spriggan (all characters from the original 1978 edition of Friends Are Forever, Volume 1 of The Twighlight Manor Series) make appearances in The Quaraun series.

While most of the Quaraun series is written with Quaraun as the only point of view character, EelKat, the primary point of view character of the Twighlight Manor series, alternates with Quaraun as a point of view character in Summoner of Darkness.

The novel tells 2 stories side by side, with all odd numbered chapters telling Quaraun's version of the story in the 1400s, and all even numbered chapters being written as letters from EelKat in the 1980s to her sister Lynxian.

EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.



Who Is GhoulSpawn?

This is the first time GhoulSpawn appears using the name GhoulSpawn. In previous volumes he was using the name Glinta instead.

In the Twighlight Manor series he is known as The Gremlin.

Quaraun's teenaged lover GhoulSpawn is a "natural born" Sorcerer. He is a half-Elf/half Demon. 

GhoulSpawn's father was an evil Demon who commanded an army of Ghouls. Because of this, he was known simply as "The Ghoul". 

GhoulSpawn's mother was a Sun Elf whom had fallen in love with The Ghoul, but was forbidden by her family to have contact with him. She in turn ran away with her Demon lover, thus causing a war between Elves and Demons.

The Sun Elves tell a story of how their Princess was kidnapped and raped by the Ghoul, thus she gave birth to the Spawn of the Ghoul. Though his mother named him Glinta, she died while he was still very young, and his Elven kin, took to calling him GhoulSpawn as a way to brand him not one of them.

GhoulSpawn is an interdimensional time traveller, because he is unable to remain in any one time, place or dimension long, because he was born in the Hell Dimension, which exists outside of the realm of time and space as we know it. The Ghoul tried to escape the Sun Elves by going to the distant future (1974) and leaving his half-Elf son and the boy's mother there to live among a band of LSD addicted hippie Humans whom drove a 1974 AMC Gremlin.

The Sun-Elves eventually found their missing she-Elf and brought her back to the 1400s where she belonged, but she refused to leave her half-Demon son behind.

After his mother's death, GhoulSpawn was made a servant to his High Elf step-father and full blooded Elf step siblings, all of whom abused him and treated him like a slave. He grew up constantly being told he, because he was only a half-Elf, was unloved and unwanted and should have been killed at birth, resulting in the very low self esteem he has.

Neither Demons nor half-Elves are considered welcomed members of society, both being forced to live in small tribal groups on the outskirts of civilization. Both are often stoned to death or hung if they dare set foot in a city.

GhoulSpawn being both a Demon and a half-Elf is doubly mistreated by the majority of the world's population. He takes to travelling with Quaraun because Quaraun simply accepts GhoulSpawn as he is and is not bothered by being seen in the company of either a Demon or a half-Elf.

There are several instances when people try to bully GhoulSpawn and Quaraun (a high ranking full-blooded aristocratic High Elf) is quick to stand up for him, protecting and defending the half-Elf. Quaraun is often classified by other Elves as "insane" simply because he is willing to be friends with a half-Elf.

GhoulSpawn has a speech impediment which lessens when he is relaxed and grows worse the more nervous or frightened he becomes.

Around calm laid back characters like Quaraun, GhoulSpawn speaks without difficulty. However around domineering, headstrong, or bullying characters such as Unicorn or HellBorne, GhoulSpawn develops a stutter, making it difficult for him the get to the end of a sentence. 

Because he is a Demon, GhoulSpawn was born with natural magical abilities, making him a rare "natural born wizard" or sorcerer.

GhoulSpawn is typical of a Sorcerer in the Quaraun series, in that he has Demon blood, was thus born with a Demon's natural ability to cast magic on some levels, has taking to self-teaching himself how to control the magic powers he was born with, is outcast from society because of his link to Demons, and is generally not well thought of, even though he is not in any way evil, and is in fact the only part of the cast who could be considered anything close to being a Hero.

Being a time traveller, there are times when Quaraun encounteres both GhoulSpawn and his future counterpart Gremlin in the same novel.

This is the first novel in the series to feature multiple versions of GhoulSpawn in a single novel.


GhoulSpawn remains one of the most hated and most loved characters in the series. People who dislike him, absolutely despise him and have gone so far as to request I remove his character from the series entirely. While people who love him, often cite him as their favourite character and often request I add him into more stories more often.

For the people who don't like him, I'm sorry, but he remains one of my favourite characters of the series and he's not going anywhere.

For the people who want to see more of him: there are plans to make changes to several stories in the series to include him in the future editions, more often.

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:


Did You Know:
Summoner of Darkness
was written on location at the real Witch Pond?

Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:






If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
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since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....

... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.

While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since.

The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground

On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.

She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.

The attack also triggered labour.

My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.

Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.

The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.

The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.

Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.

Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.

Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.

Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.

The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Clairescreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026.

Kendrascreenshot.pngIf you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.

Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.

Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.

Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.

In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.

Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.

But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.

I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.

Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.

Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.

I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.

My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.

Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.

Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

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