Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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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:
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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.
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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.
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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.


Continued From HERE...with a few chapters between not yet online
GhoulSpawn waited for the Phooka to fall asleep before approaching Quaraun.
"Quaraun?" he said quietly, hoping to not wake Unicorn. "Are you okay?"
The Moon Elf looked up at the half-Elf. The drugs were wearing off, but he was no yet fully aware of his surroundings.
"I'm fine."
"He drugged you."
"I know."
"He drugged you, so he rape you."
Quaraun looked down at his hands and said nothing.
"Are you okay with him?"
"I'm fine."
"He raped you."
"He didn't. Not really."
"I saw him."
"I know."
"Quaraun... what's going on?"
"I don't know any more."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think you are."
"I'm fine."
"He raped you. He drugged you and then he raped you."
"I'm used to it."
"Used to it? That's not the type of thing..." GhoulSpawn sat down on the floor beside Quaraun. "How do you get used to something like that? Was he treating you like this before?"
Quaraun nodded.
GhoulSpawn looked over at the sleeping Phooka and then back at Quaraun.
"I didn't know he was hurting you."
"He isn't."
"I just saw..."
"I know what you saw. But you don't us. You don't know me and you don't know him. And we don't know you. You're just stuck here in this storm with us. And when the storm's gone, you'll go back on your way and we'll go back on ours."
"I helped you save him."
"I know you did and I thank you for that."
"I didn't know he treated you like this."
"Does it matter?"
"If I'd known he was doing stuff like this to you..."
"You what? Wouldn't have helped him? You'd be dead now. You know that. I would have killed you right along with the rest of your village."
"You admit you killed them now?"
"I didn't know I did. I didn't intend to. But it's not the first time I've lost my temper and an entire village dropped dead."
"Who..."
"The Moon Elves."
"You're own people?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"They killed BoomFuzzy."
"Him?" GhoulSpawn pointed to the sleeping Phooka.
"Yes. I killed them in a resurrection spell. Took their souls and put them in his corpse. Now he's a Lich. Dead. But not dead. Undead. He's a soul eater now."
"Soul eater?"
"Hhmmm."
"What's that?"
"How ever many souls I put in him, that's how many times he can die. If he absorbs a hundred souls. He die a hundred times. Resurrect and come back every time."
"What happens when he runs out of souls?"
"I put more in him."
"Where do you get 'em?"
"I'm a murderer GhoulSpawn. Hadn't you heard? The whole world knows it. There's a price on my head. Gets bigger every day. When this storm passes over, you can run back to your new village and tell them I'm here. Collect the reward for yourself. And the whole village will come, try to kill me, and I'll kill them all, and he'll eat their souls. And then we'll ave to flee to somewhere else. That's what my life has become."
"So you're evil?"
"I'm a Necromancer. Unloved. Unwanted. Just like him. We belong together. Every one hates us. We only have each other."
"You sound lonely."
"I am."
"Are you not happy with him?"
"I'm not happy with me."
"Do you have any friends... I mean... other then a dead Phooka?"
Quaraun looked up at GhoulSpawn.
"You're the first person I've had a conversation with in years."
"It's only been three years, since we meet."
"Really? I don't keep track of time."
"I thought wizards had to keep track of moon phases and stuff?"
"What for?"
"Casting spells."
"That would be witches."
"Other then wizards are male and witches are female what's the difference?"
"I can't count."
"What?"
"I don't keep track of time. I can't count."
"Really?"
"No. I've no head for numbers."
"I thought you had an education."
Quaraun shrugged. "I do. I can speak 78 languages. Read just as many. I've read just about every book known to man. I spend somewhere around three hundred years doing nothing but reading grimoirs. I'm good with words. I can't count to save my life. Can't tell you one number from the other. Can't do maths. Can't do money."
"You don't do ritual magic then, no? No alchemy or science? Nothing that requires mixing potions to exact measures?"
"No. I try and the spells go wrong every time. Horrible wrong some times. No I'm better with words. Incantations. Deadly with a wand. I try to refrain from using it. I've got a bad temper. Best not have the wand in my hand when I get angry."
"I remember. You killed my people with that thing."
Quaraun pulled a small glass bottle from his bag.
"I'm a Wizard of the DiJinn Order. We deal with spirits. Their capture and control. I'm a Necromancer. I communicate with dead things."
"Their capture and control?"
"Yes."
"Like him?" GhoulSpawn pointed to Unicorn.
"Yes."
"Is he captured and under your control?"
Quaraun stared at Unicorn.
"I ask because... I got the impression it was the other way around."
Quaraun nodded, then busied himself with putting the bottle away.
"You're supposed to be the most powerful wizard out there."
"I am," Quaraun answered, not looking up.
"But you can't control him?"
"I can. I just don't."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Why not?"
"No reason to."
"Have you ever tried?"
"Oh, yes. I... I almost killed him. Permanently. So he couldn't come back to life again. I regret doing that. I lost my temper. He ran away. Hid from me. He never did that before. He's scared of me now. I hurt him. He didn't expect that. And he hurt me back. I didn't expect that. We both hurt each other."
"He seems to hurt you a lot more then you hurt him."
"He's mostly harmless."
"Mostly harmless? He raped you. He drugged you, so that he could rape you. And then he raped you. I wouldn't call that harmless."
"He's not hurting me."
"No?"
"No."
"How is that not hurting you?"
"Are you afraid he'll attack you?"
GhoulSpawn didn't answer.
"He won't you know. It's not like he's running around chasing down Elves to fuck. It's just m he goes after. He's obsessed with me. I'm not sure why."
"He's hurting you."
"He's not. Please drop it."
"You're bleeding."
"I often am."
"He attacked you like wild animal."
"He is a wild animal. He's a Phooka. It's how they act."
"I don't understand you."
"I didn't ask you to."
GhoulSpawn became silent. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do.
Quaraun went back to slowly rocking back and forth, staring at the ceiling and humming to himself. He seemed oblivious to the trails of blood running down his back and arms. The scars already there indicated this was not the first time Unicorn had brutally slashed the Elf with his claws.
Everything GhoulSpawn knew about Quaraun, he knew from HellBorne, who, like most everyone else, had never met Quaraun and only knew what they knew, from rumors that were being spread about him by the Guild.
HellBorne had chosen GhoulSpawn, because GhoulSpawn was one of the few people who'd ever actually met the strange pink Necromancer. But their previous meeting had been brief. Quaraun had been wounded by a Human. The Phooka blamed for a thing he did not do. The Sun Elves took the Phooka prisoner and sent the Moon Elf to be cared for by the only one near by who knew anything about medicine. And that was GhoulSpawn.
Quaraun had been unconscious most of his time in the Sun Elf village. GhoulSpawn had only talked with him briefly, just before he left. And so while GhoulSpawn had met Quaraun, he really knew nothing about him. It troubled him now, to see how Quaraun acted.
The hurricane had kept him trapped here in the stone cathedral with Quaraun, Unicorn, and ZooLock, three days now, and in those three days it had become clear to GhoulSpawn that Quaraun had the simple mind of a child and simply did whatever he was told to do, by Unicorn. The Elf appeared to have no free agency, no free will, and no self esteem, along with a completely blind devotion to a monster that truly was a monster and had no compassion or feelings for anything.
"You're retarded aren't you?" GhoulSpawn suddenly said.
Quaraun stopped humming and stared at the Sun Elf.
The two stared at each other silent for a moment before Quaraun spoke.
"I'm too stupid too live. Every one would tell you that, if they weren't all dead. My father would have told you that. He was the worst. I ate him. They didn't love. He does."
Quaraun pointed to the sleeping Phooka.
"He abuses you."
"I know. But he loves me. No one else ever has."
"I wouldn't treat someone I loved, the way he treats you."
"He takes getting used to."
"You shouldn't have to get used to abuse. You deserve to be loved. That's not love."
"I'm too stupid to be deserving of love."
"Does he say that?"
"No."
"Did your father say that?"
Quaraun nodded. "And my wife. She said it too. And the day they died... my children, quoting their mother. BoomFuzzy never did that. He doesn't belittle me. He doesn't tease me. He doesn't try to change me. He let's me be me. And I let him be him."
"You let him rape you."
"It's not rape in his mind."
"There's certainly no consent when you don't know what he's doing to you."
"He doesn't think like us."
"That doesn't make it right."
"You don't understand."
"What don't I understand."
"He's a horse. Unicorn actually is a unicorn. He's a very intelligent horse, but there are limits to his intelligence. He views sex differently than we do."
"He still raped you."
"It's my body, not yours."
"Don't you care about yourself at all?"
"Why does it bother you?
GhoulSpawn didn't answer. The question caught him off guard.
"It didn't seem to bother you much that the Sun Elves are all dead. People you lived with your whole life. They're dead. I killed them. You don't care. I'm a stranger. I killed you're people. You should hate me. Here you are sitting here trying to be my friend. You're more concerned with the fact that a Phooka drugs me so he can fuck me, then you are with the fact that I murdered your entire village. Why?"
"I'm a Half-Elf."
"And they never let you forget it did they? We had Half-Elves in our village. I saw what the Moon Elves did to them. Dragged them out into the street. Beat 'em to death. Raped them. Tortured them. Humiliated them.Sun Elves are our kin. They had the same laws we did. You're people are dead and you don't care, because you're a Half-Elf and they tortured you. Didn't they?"
GhoulSpawn looked away.
"I know what it's like to be outcast. He raped me when I was a child, and you know who the Moon Elves punished? Not him. No. They punished me. They stripped me naked and dragged me through the streets. They hung me upside-down in a tree, for five days, every one in the village took turns beating me. Every last one of them. All of them. From the oldest to the youngest. My father nearly castrated me. I can't have sex with women now. I did used to. I had a wife. He raped me, and they punished me. Not him. I know what High Elf laws are like. And I know know how High Elves treat you, if they find any flaw in you at all. Don't think that because I'm a pure blooded High Elf, that I don't know and understand what is done to Half-Elves. You've been raped. I can see it in your eyes. That's why what he did bothers you. And that's why you didn't care, when your village died and only you survived."
"I didn't mean to upset you."
"You haven't. I know my mind doesn't work right. My brain is broken. I will never be normal. Or intelligent. My father was right in that. I am too stupid to live. But I'm not entirely stupid. Not in everything. I just find things difficult. Things every one else finds easy to do. Most things I can't do. No matter how many times I try. It is so frustrating, seeing things that every one does and knowing they are so simple and easy to do, but my brain just can't do them. I'm mostly useless. There's not much I can do. I'm good at what I do and lost in everything else."
"I shouldn't have said..."
"But you did. And it's fine. It doesn't bother me any more. It used to, years ago. I stopped caring what people think about me. I stopped caring about a lot of things."
"Like your dignity?"
"My dignity," Quaraun muttered. "Sex bothers you, yes?"
"Men raping other men, bothers me."
"But men raping women is okay?"
"I didn't say tha..."
"You have a reputation, GhoulSpawn. You know that don't you?"
"I've never raped any one."
"You sure?"
"I..."
"There's an awful lot of angry daddys out there want you dead for fucking their little girls. Young girls. And then there's the sheep."
"I don't have sex with sheep."
"I know that, but that's not people say about you, is it?"
"I can't help what people say about me."
"What's with the sheep?"
"I don't like people killing animals."
"So you stuff your pockets full of sheep?"
"This region has a problem with sacrificing sheep to Elder Gods and Chaos Demons. I don't like it."
"Don't Chaos Demons drink the blood of sheep?"
"I don't know."
"Don't you?"
"How would I know?"
"I don't know. But it seems like if anyone would know what a Chaos Demon eats, it'd be a Chaos Demon."
"I'm not..."
"I know what you are GhoulSpawn. Neither Elves nor Humans glow in the dark. Only Demons do that. You can pretend to be half Human all you want. But you can't hide that hair of yours. Not when the lights go out. You're a Demon. People are scared of you. Scared you'll become like your father. GhoulSpawn, Son of the Ghoul. He was a mass murderer. A Unicorn hunter. A Demonologist. Necromancer. Servant of King Gwallmaiic."
"I'm not my father."
"Did you ever meet King Gwallmaiic?"
"No. He died before I was born."
"Do you know anything about him?"
"My father practically worshiped him. Every one in Dark Arts did. He was supposed to be the evilest of all evils to ever exist. Wizards called him 'That Darkness'... and then you came along. They say you make King Gwallmaiic look like a saint. That you're far more evil then he was. They call you 'The Darkness' now."
"Do you think I'm evil?"
"I don't see it."
"What about Unicorn?"
"Unicorn? Selfish and brutal, yes. Evil, no."
"Why selfish?"
"He pushes you around. Drugs you. Rapes you."
"You don't know Unicorn. He's a Phooka, most people don't try to get to know him. He is rambunctious. He's gets carried away in his emotions. He has emotions I can't even begin to imagine. And they're always right there. Right front and center. All of them. All at once. All the time. Absolute complete, raw emotion. He doesn't hide his feelings. He doesn't pretend to be feeling something he's not. He is just so incredibly, extremely honest with how he feels. He doesn't fake or hide his feelings. He is so manic and hyper. He's very open and honest with his emotions. He's the most loyal creature I've ever seen. He does love me. He's a Faerie. The Fey are like wild, feral animals. He takes getting used to. Especially for Elves. Elves hide their emotions. Taught to do it from infancy. Showing emotions is bad. You grew up with pur blooded High Elves, I don't expect you to understand. I'm a pure blooded High Elf, but wasn't raised with them. I've never been good at hiding my emotions. Got beaten up for it all the time. My father was convinced I was half-Faeries. He killed my mother on that conviction. Beat her to death. Convinced she'd bedded with a Faerie. He absolutely refused to believe I was a pure blooded Elf. Sent me away, right after he killed my mother. I was raised by Thullids. I went from living with Chaos Demons to living with a Faerie. I never fit in with Elves. You've lived with Elves your whole life. You're not used to Faeries. Faerie customs, Faerie ways... they're very extreme. He's very extreme. I could ask him to change, or I could accept him as he is. I could make him change and he would change. He's knows he's harsh. He knows he's brash. He's said he would change if I wanted him too. I don't want him to. I like him the way he is. What you saw... you don't know him. You don't understand him. How he thinks, how he acts. I do. He didn't hurt me, GhoulSpawn and he wasn't trying to. He loves me. He'll never hurt me, not intentionally. He's been looking out for me since I was a child. I'd have been dead so many times, if he hadn't always been around."
Quaraun, moved, twisting around to reach Unicorn, and jabbed him with his wand.
"Wake up."
Quaraun poked him again, harder this time.
Unicorn slapped the Elf's hand away and turned over.
Quaraun poked him again.
"Why ya poking me," the beast roared, sitting up and glaring angrily at Quaraun.
"Do you remember The Ghoul?"
"What?"
"The Ghoul."
"Who?"
"The Ghoul. Necromancer. Worked for King Gwallmaiic years ago."
"What for ya speak of him?"
"Do you remember him?"
"Course I 'members da bastard. Lived wid da mudda fucker dids I not?"
The Phooka laid back down. Quaraun poked him again.
"Will ya stop doing that ya frigging pink freak!"
Unicorn grabbed the wand out of Quaraun's hand.
"Did you know he had a son?"
"Son? Nay. Why would I care?"
"This is his son."
Quaraun tossed his thumb in GhoulSpawn's direction.
Unicorn stared at the Half-Elf.
"Yis a Demon?"
"I... I'm... I'm a Half-Elf."
"I can sees that ya stupid dolt of a 'git. That not wat I did gona un asks ya now is it, eh? I asked if yis be Demon?"
"I..."
"He's a Chaos Demon," Quaraun said. "It's why he calls himself a Chaos wizard. He's also the Son of the Ghoul, that's what his name means."
"Ain't na old enough."
"No?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Ghouly went un gots his-self captured up by da Guild. Dey done went un tossed him into dat dair Hell Dimension. Sealed him up in da portal, de did. Ain't no one ever gone un found no ways to be reopening it. I were being stills alive back then. Him were me general. Best frigging one I did had too. Gibedon replaced him. Eh. Gibedon. Dark hearted Dark Elf. Too ambitious for hims own good. Ghouly was before Gibedon. Un ya did gone un killed me Gibedon."
"I'm sorry."
"Shut ya stupid 'git. I dids nay like Gibedon un ya knows it. Yis replaced Gibedon. Yis best Necromancer yet. Much better then Ghouly. Stupidest danged wizard I ever had, but ain't never seen one wat does stuff yis can does. Never no wants to be on yo bad side. In yi bed side that a different matter. Ain't never had a better bed partner. I'd keep ya just for that even iffy ya were na good wizard, eh?"
Unicorn laid back down and closed his eyes.
"You stutter when you're scared," Quaraun said to GhoulSpawn. "You just had a complete conversation with me and didn't stutter once. Now you're stuttering again."
Unicorn opened his eyes.
"Ayah. Him does be afeared of me. I is wake now."
Unicorn sat back up.
"What me wee Elves did talk on, eh?"
"You. He says you raped me."
"Yis an Elf."
"Meaning?"
"Obediently being fucked is wat Elves is for."
"So you admit you raped me."
"No reason not to."
GhoulSpawn looked around the room, hoping there was something he'd missed before. Thunder and lightening still boomed outside. Rain still splashed in through the broken stained glass windows. The only door besides the one to the outside, was the one to the basement. He was trapped here with a Phooka, a Thullid, and a crazy Elf.
"Looking for escape hatch, eh?" Unicorn asked.
"I wasn't..."
"Ha ha! Yi was. Can smell ya fear. Kin sees it in ya eyes. Silly lil Demon Elf. Yis terrified of me."
"You're a Phooka. Every one should be terrified of you."
"Eh? Should dey now? Does ya be knowing much of Phookas?"
"He doesn't know who you are," Quaraun said.
"Hmmm?"
"He doesn't know who you are. He thinks you're just another ordinary Phooka."
"Yis this afread of me and not knows who I is?" Unicorn asked GhoulSpawn.
"I don't understand."

"He's looking for his father. The Ghoul."
The half blind Phooka moved closer to GhoulSpawn. Much too close for the half-Elf's comfort. When GhoulSpawn tried to back away, Unicorn grabbed the half-Elf by his long yellow hair and forced him down. With the Lich now nose to nose with him, GhoulSpawn was terrified. He didn't know what to do or how to react. He'd never been this close to Unicorn before and he hadn't realized both how strong the Lich was, or how cold. Unicorn's hands were like ice and is breath like a blizzard frost. In spite of the flesh GhoulSpawn could see on his body, the Lich's hand felt like bones.
The Lich only held the half-Elf down for a few seconds, then released him and let him go. GhoulSpawn immediately scrambled away from the Pink Necromancer and his Phookan Frost Lich.
"Him too young to be Ghouly's son," Unicorn said to Quaraun, then turning towards GhoulSpawn he added. "Ya fear levels have gone up. Sit back down. Yis Quaraun's friend. I will no hurt ya."
"Why did you..."
"I is blind. Could no see ya face. Sit down. I will no hurt ya. I could not if I tried."
"Why?"
"Why? So many t'ing dat could imply. I can see eight inches from me face. It wat I could see when I was alive. It wat I can see now dat I dead. I want to see ya face to see iffy ya look like Ghouly. Ya does. Sit? Because ya shaking like leaf. Skinny lil Elf like ya, yall git hurt iffy ya pass out on t'is here stone floor. Un Quaraun does na trust me to nay eat ya, so him did cast protection spell on ya. I can no hurt ya while him keeping that on ya. That answers all possibly whys. Yes?"
GhoulSpawn looked at Quaraun.
"You cast a spell on me?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"He's the Elf Eater. He eats every Elf we get near. That's why people call him The Elf Eater. I didn't want him eating you. I like talking to you. It's not often any one wants to talk to me. They're either too scared of me, or think I'm too crazy, too stupid, too retarded. or too insane to try to talk to me. Or they are greedy and just want the dragon's hoard of gold the Guild has on my head for any one crazy enough to try to turn me over to them."
"He can't hurt me?"
"No. I told that already. He won't hurt you. I won't let him. I'm a Necromancer. I can control dead things. Even The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, the Lich no one can control. Though it takes all of my streangth and will power to maintain a spell strong enough to contain a creature like him and he knows that. He's been trying to wear me down to break the spell. He's looking for my weak point. That's why he drugged me. And why he raped me. And I knew that. That's why I said you didn't understand, what he was doing to me or why he was doing it."
"Un him will nay be able to keep up da spell on ya much longer. Him grower weaker. The spell's barrier grows dim."
"What happens... when... what..." GhoulSpawn tried to ask.
"Wat happens when it does wears off? It will break iffy him passes out. Which him nay far from doing. Him unconscious, dat'll leave ya alone wid me un da Thullid. I'll drinks ya blood un he'll eats ya brain. Then I'll turn back into a horse, trample ya entrails beneath me hoove un skewer ya skull on me horn."
Unicorn grinned wildly as he watched the reaction on GhoulSpawn's face.
"Ha haha haha! Oooh. Pretty lil, Demon-Elf. So sweet. So scared. I will nay hurt ya, even once da spell wears off. Come. Sit. Do no be scared of me."
"I don't trust you."
"Yis da son of me auld friend un dsa friend of me scawny lil' brainless Elf here. I ain't got no reason to be hurting ya. Still. Ya ain't very auld. Explain dat to me, eh? Ghouly got sealed off some five hundred years ago. Yis barely an Elfling."
"I was born in a Hell dimension," GhoulSpawn answered. "My mother escaped. Took me with her. I'm trying to find my way back there. Time moves differently there. Only a few years passed there, but every year there is like ten years here."
"Eh? Difference in time? So Ghouly could be in Hell for eternity, and only a week pass for him. By time him gets out, every one him knew here dead. Good spell that. Guild knows their stuff. I give 'em that."
"You knew my father."
"Aye. Evil bastard that one. Guild went after him beforing they did me. That says a lot."
"Who are you?"
"Me real name?"
"Yeah."
"I is King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, Leader of the Lich Lords."
"You're King Gwallmaiic?"
"Aye."
"The whole world is terrified of you."
"Aye."
"But you can't be King Gwallmaiic."
"How come for?"
"He's dead."
"Aye. Love brought him back. Got me a love sick lil' Elf here. Would no let me stay dead. Now here him be. neither living nor dead. I is a VampaLich now."
"VampaLich?"
"Stupid Elf can na get hims spells right. Me is both Vampire and Lich and soul bond to the Necromamcer what built me."
"You sound bitter. Did you not want to be resurected?"
"I killed meself because I were sick of living in this world. What would I want to be brought back for?"
"I'm starting to think you're both insane."
"Oh we is. Stay wid us too long un yall be crazy as we is."

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.
(The End?)
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.

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:

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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.
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 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.
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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. If 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. If 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. If 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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