Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
HellBorne The Evil
Lord of Black Tower

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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

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@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.

Quaraun The Insane 
The Summoner of Darkness
HellBorne The Evil,
Lord of Black Tower
(No clue what chapter it is, it's anyone's guess; I did not chapter this novel)

The Summoner of Darkness:
HellBorne The Evil, Lord of Black Tower

  Quaraun and Unicorn found themselves once again overlooking another murder site.

"Tonight's victim was Marissa," Mallac said. "Single she-Elf. Widowed three years ago. Her husband you killed a freak accident. "

"What do you define as a freak accident?" Quaraun asked. 

"Stampede of bulls. "

"Stamped of bulls?" 

 "Yep, barreled right over him, Her youngest son is kind of slow. Stupid. Kind of, well, almost like you in a way..." 

 "The village idiot you mean?"

"Well I wouldn't put it that way."

 "How would you put it?" 

 ''Well, humph, I... well, anyways, she is very protective of her youngest son and after her husband died she couldn't run the farm on her own, not and take care of the idiot child too, so she sold the land and has been living off the money, here she is."

Mallac pointed to the body laying face down in the road, just ahead. A large pool of blood was forming around the body and had not yet soaked Into the dirt.

Quaraun stood staring at the dead sheElf and went into a trance like state as he stared at the blood. A few seconds later Quaraun was laying passed out on the ground. 

"Great. There him go again," Unicorn muttered as he waited for Quaraun to come to. 

'Is he alright?" Mallac asked, looking down at the unconscious Elf.

 ''Oh he be fine," Unicorn answered. "This happen all time. Every day. Few times a day." 

"What just happened?"

"Him saw dead body."

 "I thought he was a Necromancer."

“He is." 

 ''Then what just happened?" 

 ''He faint at sight of blood. We go through this every day."

“But he's a Necromancer" 

 "Aye,"

“Doesn't he work with blood and cadavers and stuff?" 

 "He does. It why we go through this every day. Him no stomach for dead things. Him way better in bed then him is in lab." 

“But..." Mallac stared at the unconscious Necromancer. “How does he get any thing done?" 

 "With great difficulty,” Quaraun answered. "Help me up." 

"What just happened to you?" Mallac asked as Unicorn helped the weak Elf back to his feet. 

 ''I keep telling you, I'm in need of rest. I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm injured. I have catalepsies. I have fainting spells. My corset's too tight. He put a damned chastity cage on me.  And you won't let me rest. That's what happened." 







“You're supposed to be investing this murder. Not laying on The ground," 

"Laying on the ground? LAYING ON THE GROUND! DID YOU NOT HEAR A WORD I JUST SAID!?! I fainted, you idiot bastard of a Human! I'm sick. I'm wounded. I haven't slept in days. I need rest. And investigating this murder isn't my job. It's your job. I've got half a mind to kill you and feed you to my Unicorn. You are so darned annoying!”

"Him be Human . What more ya expect?"

"Humans aren't usually this annoying."

"He be a white Human. They is worse then the rest. Him white Human in Old Orchard Beach, ten times worse then any other white Human yis ever meet. I should change me skin colour to be ten times darker. See how fast it takes the white power jackasses of this town to kill me today."

Unicorn promptly changed his skin colour to an even darker shade.

"Will you stop doing that!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm tired of the angry mobs of this town trying to kill us because you're black. And you're not even black to begin with. You're only being black to piss them off."

Exactly."

"You're trying to get a mob after us."

"Of course I is."

"Why are you trying to drive me crazy."

"Yis already insane. Me no thinks ya need much help."

"Will you two pay attention?" Mallac asked.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Quaraun shrieked at the solider.

"We have another murder here..."

"I DON'T CARE!"

"How dare you raise your voice to me, Elf."

"I'll raise my voice to any body I want, you damn fucking, Human."

"Igit almost as arrogant as ya be," Unicorn said. "Almost as white as ya. Must be something to do with ya skin colour." 

"Unicorn."

"What?”

“Shut up.”

“Why?”

"You're annoying me."

“Aye un ya canna do anything about it. "

"Why?" 

“Because ya will no let anyone else touch ya un ya addicted to being fucked."

"You was not this annoying when you was BoomFuzzy. "

"Oh, no I was probably worse. I was being white back then. Had to act like stuck up holier then though white rich boy, ya know."

 "Will you two pay attention to me?'' Mallac demanded.

Mallac had been talking the entire time the Elf and Faerie had been arguing, but neither Quaraun or Unicorn had been listening. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Unicorn yelled at Mallac. “We is conversating.”

“I'm trying to show you...” Mallac went on, but no one was listening.

Quaraun was white and Unicorn was currently black, and they were both now making racists slurs at each other based on each other's skin colour. Neither were actually mad at the other, as this banter of picking on each other was a daily habit they had developed and often ended with the two of them in bed together. Mallac continued to try to draw their attention to the murder victim, but they were two busy arguing to care about what Mallac was saying. At last Mallac grabbed hold of Quaraun and forcibly dragged him to the body.

“Let go of me!” The enraged Elf shrieked.

“I'm trying to show you something!”

"Mallac! STOP TOUCHING ME! Why don't you just do your job and leave us alone?" Quaraun said. 

"Did you hear anything I just said?" 

 “No!” 

 ''No?" 

 “No." 

 ''What do you then no?" 

 "No. means, no.. I don't know what Else it could mean." 

 "Why weren't you listening to me?" 

“I was talking to my Unicorn.”

“He's not a Unicorn. He's a nigger.”

“Why are you bothering us?”

“You are supposed to be listening to me!”

 ''I was not aware I had to." 

 "When I talk, you listen. That is the way it is.”

“Why?” 

“BECAUSE I'M IN CHARGE! I'M THE SUPERIOR COMMANDER HERE. YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A TWO BIT ELF, AN INCOMPETENT DIME A DOZEN WIZARD. I'M IN CHARGE. I GIVE THE ORDERS. I SAY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO LISTEN TO ME. NOW SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

 '"Told ya,” Unicorn said. “He white. White ones is always the worst.”

Mallac began to repeat whatever it was he had said before, but once again Quaraun wasn't listening. 

Unicorn watched as Quaraun's eyes widened with fear, his long rabbit ears perked high over his head, alert with a sense of danger. Unicorn looked around and listened, but whatever it was that was agitating Quaraun, he wasn't seeing or hearing it. Unicorn edged closer to the suddenly frightened Elf.

"What wrong?"

 "I feel the same presence I felt before,” the wizard said as he avoided looking at the bloody body on the ground before him. "Something's wrong. None of this is right. Do you sense an illusion?"

"No. But ye does?"

"I'm not sure."

Quaraun turned and looked up at the lighthouse.

"We're closer to it now."

"The tower?"

"Yeah. Something's not right with that tower. I can feel it. But I don't know what I feel. Something's blocking it. There's psyions here."

"Aye. Whole town be over run with Thullids."

"Thullids out in the open. In broad day light. They're planning something. And they don't want me to know. They're putting up barriers, so I can't see what they're doing. There's a big illusion here. And these murders are connected. Mallac..."

Quaraun called the solider over.

"What do you know about that tower?"

"Black Tower?" Mallac looked up at the lighthouse. "That's HellBorne's house. Strange one that. Just showed up one night. Wizard's tower."

"Showed up. Wasn't built?"

"Nope. Showed up about a year ago. Maybe two. Then all these half-Elves showed up. Now the Thullids. And they're all wizards. Every last one of them."

"And you don't think the murders are connected to the tower?"

"Nah. HellBorne's lived here for years. Crazy old coot, but he's harmless."



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"What about the half-Elves that live with him, know anything about them?"

"Don't see many of them. Bitter bunch of bigots. Other then that yellow one with the sheep, they rarely come into town."

"Couldn't imagine why."

"They certainly hate Elves enough to kill every Elf they see."

"I want to see the tower. How do you get to it?"

"You don't. It's guarded by Death Mages. Necromancers. Geists. Ghouls. Demons. Liches."

"Liches?"

"Liches."

"And Death Mages?"

"Yep."

"And HellBorne's harmless?"

"Yeah. Crazy, but harmless."

"But not the half-Elves that live with him?"

"Nah."

"It is definitely the same killer as the last one,” Unicorn said, looking at the wounds.

“I don’t understand the red glow,” Quaraun said, glancing at the body then turning back to look at Black Tower. “That is strange."

"What red glow?" Mallac asked.

"I keep seeing a red glow. An evil aura. I don't understand it. I've never seen that before. I don't know what it means."

Quaraun was about to say more but a sound behind him made him turn. A small boy ran Into the bushes.

"That's him!" Mallac screamed.

"Who?" 

"The boy."

"What boy? " 

“That boy! Quick grab him!” Mallac pushed Unicorn and pointed towards the boy that had run off into the bushes.

“Ya wants me to catch somet'ing? Why?”

 “That's the victims son, The one I was telling you about." 

 "When I was no listening, ya means?” 

 "Catch him!" Mallac screamed. He and his men ran into the forest after the boy, leaving Quaraun and Unicorn alone with the body. 

 "Can you catch the boy without scaring him?" Quaraun asked Unicorn.

 "Of course. Catching small children is a hobby of mine. I eats little boys remember?" 

"Can you catch him without eating him?"

"Aye."

 "Those men are gonna traumatize him chasing him like that. If this is his mother. He's already traumatized." 

 "Bad memories?" 

 "Yes." 

Quaraun closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory of seeing his own mother's murder. He had only been 9 years old.

"Ya wants that boy?"

"Yes. She was only just killed. The boy probably saw the killer. We need to talk to him."

 "I shall get him."

Unicorn transformed into a sweet looking, shaggy little black Shetland pony with a gleaming silver horn and trotted off into the woods after he boy. Quaraun sat down on the ground and waited for the others to return. He had only been alone a short while before an extremely ancient looking, elderly half-Elf, wearing long black velvet robes covered in gold skull embroidery, came tottering over to him.

 "Are you alright, my songbird?"

"What?" Quaraun wasn't sure if he'd heard right. 

"Ain't seen you before," the ancient half-Elf said. 

 "I'm just passing through," Quaraun answered not looking up. 

"Are you a wizard?" 

 ''I am. What makes you ask?”

 "You look like a wizard." 

 "Most people think I look like a prostitute." 

 "That's because they don't know a DiJinn when they see one." 

 "You've studied magic."

"Yes."

“What are you doing here with the body?”

“Waiting for Mallac. He seems to think I can solve the murder.”

“Can you?”

“Probably, if it was any interest to me, which it isn't.”

“Why is is of no interest to you? I would think a Necromancer would find murder very interesting.”

“Who said anything about Necromancers?” Quaraun looked up at elderly Half-Elf standing over him.

“People around town have been talking. Said Mallac brought a Necromancer in to solve the murders. And here you are, a DiJinn Wizard Priest, sitting beside a murder victim. It is a simple matter of logical deduction to assume you are the Necromancer.”

“I suppose.”

“Why do you not resurrect the body and ask her who killed her?”

“Resurrecting a body is not that simple. Besides, I resurrect flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Roses.”

“Not bodies?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“It's messy and I faint at the sight of blood.”

“Which would explain why you've got your back turned to the body.”

“Yea.”

“Why are you helping Mallac?”

“He's not giving me a choice.”

“But you're a wizard.”

“So?”

“A powerful wizard wouldn't let anyone push him around.”

“A smart wizard wouldn't let anyone know how powerful he is,” Quaraun said. “What do you make of these murders?”

“Someone is building a Lich.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“It is, to someone who has studied the art of Lich making, but it's a lost art and banned by the Guild.”

“As is Necromancy, but here you are.”

“Yes, well, murder is banned by the Guild as well. So now the Guild is dead.”

“The Guild is dead?”

“I killed them.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes.”

"You look ill."

Quaraun pointed towards the dead body without looking at it.

"I'm not used to seeing stuff like that," he said to the old man.

"Are you not a Necromancer?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I would think you'd be used to seeing corpses and blood."

"Why would I be used to seeing such horrid things?"

"Are you not a Necromancer?"

"I am. But again. What does that have to do with it?"

"Working with dead bodies is what you do."

"No it isn't."

"Aren't you a Necromancer?"

"Yes. But I abhor death, avoid corpses, and I faint at the sight of blood, all of which have nothing to do with Necromancy. What is wrog with everyone in this town? Why doesn't any one know what Necromancy is?"

"Necromancers resurrect the dead."

"In fairy tales, yes." Quaraun shook his head in dismay as he spoke. "Not in real life. That's silly."

"Do you not travel with an undead Faerie?"

"Yes."

"And did you not resurrect him, yourself?"

"Yes, but not because I'm a Necromancer."

"No?"

"No."

"Why then?"

"I have a JellyFish living in my head. She does whatever she wants to do. I don't seem to be given much of a choice."

"You really are insane, aren't you?"

Quaraun looked up at the old man, then looked back down at the ground. He hated when people called him insane. He hated it more when people did not believe that there was an alien JellyFish living in his skull, feeding off his brain. Quaraun always spoke the truth, he found it difficult to tell a lie, and found it terribly frustrating when people thought him to be telling a lie. He also never trusted any one who thought he was lying, because he believed any one who assumed he was lying, must themselves be a person prone to lying otherwise they would have no reason to suspect others of telling lies. Quaraun immediately decided he did not like this old man and that the old man must be lying about something otherwise he would not have just now accused Quaraun of lying.

"You annoy me," Quaraun said at last.

"And pray tell, how have I done such a thing?"

"I'm not insane."

"Every one says you are."

"Every one's full of shit."

"You have a bitter tongue."

"As is my right."

"How so?"

"I'm sick. I'm tired. I hurt. And I'm fed up with this town, it's murders, and it's half assed population of idiotic, retarded, dolts."

"What have you against this town?"

"Other then the fact that it's primary population seems to be Human and half-Elves?"

"Have you something against Humans and half-Elves?"

"Humans are a parasitic plague taking over the planet, and half-Elves are their mongrel offspring."

"You do not like half-Elves?"

"They are mutated hybrids, half of them are born sterile as mules, as they should be. They are a corruption and a perversion of our previously perfect race."

"You mean the High Elves, like yourself."

"I mean nothing else."







"You're an arrogant young fool, aren't you?"

Quaraun stood up to face the old man eye to eye, a difficult task, Quaraun being so short, the old man's chin was eye level to him.

"I happen to be the purest of the pure blooded High Elves. My blood isn't muddied like your's."

"You're also dressed like a woman."

"How I dress is none of your concern."

"But you hate half-Elves?"

"No. You can't help the sins of your parents. I pity your kind."

"And yet are you not friends with a half-Elf?"

"Am I?"

"GhoulSpawn seems to consider you a friend."

"GhoulSpawn?" 

The mention of GhoulSpawn's name got Quaraun's attention. Not many people in town mentioned the resident sheep loving Demon-Elf Chaos Wizard.

"He certainly spends enough time with you."

Quaraun did not answer. He stepped back from the old man to get a better look at him. The ancient half-Elf continued talking.

"He's not getting his work done, he's spending so much time with you."

Quaraun narrowed his eyes and continued to examine the old man.

"It's become very frustrating to never know where he's run off to, because he's always off with you of late."

Quaraun stepped away from the old HalfElf, then turned to look down at the dead body. He twitched his ears nervously then turned back to the old half-Elf.

"In fact he's late right now. Can't for the life of me figure out where he's gotten to this time. Certainly not gallivanting off with you. You're right here and he's not."

"You only have one arm," Quaraun said.

"Does that bother you too?"

"No. I just rather assumed there wouldn't be too many one armed half-Elves in one village."

"Have you seen another?"

"No. You're the first. That's why I mentioned it."

"Do you know this woman?"

Quaraun pointed to the body, but the old half-Elf never took his eyes off Quaraun.

"I make a point of never getting to know the villagers. Humans are as much a waste of my time as Elves are."



Hamsa
Eye of The Grigoi
Eye of the Watchers
Eye of God
Hand of God
Eye of Protection
Evil Eye
Gypsy Curse

"GhoulSpawn said the half-Elves 'round here didn't like either Humans or Elves."

"No Human or Elf ever gave a half-Elf a reason to like them. Evil bastards every one."

"Indeed."

Quaraun looked down at the dead woman.

"You don't know her?"

"Should I?"

Quaraun looked back at the old one armed half-Elf.

"There's been a murder every night this week."

"So I've heard. This is the 6th one."

"Sixth?" Quaraun puzzled over this. "Have you any thoughts on the murders?"

"Necromancy ritual."

"You think?"

"Most certainly."

"Mallac doesn't think so."

"Mallac's a fool."

"Indeed." Quaraun looked down at the dead woman again. "There were two murders last night, you know?"

"Were there? I hadn't heard."

"Yes. Woman killed her abusive husband. Dragged him out here, made it look like part of these serial killings. Was easy enough to see it wasn't connected."

"How so?"

"He was killed elsewhere and dragged here. But not the others. The others were drugged. Bond. Laid out. And killed on location. Ritual murder. This one's different though."

"Is it?"

"Yes. We interrupted the killer before he could finish. She's dead, but he blood hasn't been drained. Her organs have not yet been removed. The killer is still in the area. He hasn't had time to leave yet. He's still here."

"Are you accusing me of killing this woman?"

"No."

Quaraun stepped back again.

"You are HellBorne," Quaraun said.

"You sound surprised." 

"I had not expected you to be so old."

"I am HellBorne the Evil, Summoner of Darkness, the Great and Mighty Overlord of the Evil Black Tower of the Dark Castle of Doom."

Quaraun looked past the old wizard to the black lighthouse teetering off the distant cliffs. There was no castle beside Black Tower, nor any sign that there had ever once been anything other then the lighthouse sitting on it's perch.

"Castle of Doom?"

"Yes," HellBorne said sadly, shaking his head in dismay and looking back in deep forlorn at his Black Tower. "Alas, she did not come with the Tower. She is still trapped in the Mushroom Forest back on Planet Ptarmagin."

Quaraun raised a questioning eyebrow and began to think the man insane.

"The Kats are trapped here with her," HellBorne added.

"Cats?" Quaraun inquired, remembering the two cats he had seen so many times the past few days. "What cats?"

"We call them the Ptarmagin Kats. Don't know what else to call them. Not like any earthly cats that's for sure."

"Do you suggest the Tower and the cats came here from another Realm?"

"But of course."

"Are they Faerie cats?"

"No. Nothing like that. Not from any Realm we know. From up there."

HellBorne pointed up to the stars overhead.

“I wouldn't mind talking to you again,” the old half-Elf said.

“You're a Half-Elf, why would I want to talk to you?”

“Because you seem to have trouble talking with anyone, on account of my house is distracting you.”

Quaraun stopped staring at Black Tower and looked up at the old Half-Elf.

 “You're house is fascinating.”

“I can see you see that.”

“Would you sell it?”

“Sell my Black Tower? I will never sell Space Dock 13.”

“Space Dock 13?”

“That is what the Kats call it.”

“Cats?”

“Yes.”

“I keep seeing cats.”

“Do you now?”

“A black cat. With a jeweled collar.”

“And a white one too I suppose?”

“Yes. You know them?”

“They lived here before I did.”

“No one else sees them. Everyone thinks I'm insane. I keep seeing things no one else does.”

“You must be Quaraun the Insane, famous serial killing Necromancer. Evillest of all evils to ever live. The Darkness we summon forth.”

“I am Quaraun. Though I wish people would stop calling me insane. I don't like it. And I'm hardly evil. I noticed you not noticing the body." 

“What?”

“You haven't yet looked at that body. Not once. Yet you've been talking about it.”

 "Oh no I saw the guards earlier the first time they were here, before they brought you back here with them.”

“And you just hung around?”

“I try to avoid them. Doesn't do to get involved with Mallac. I guess you've figured that out...' 

 ''Yes, I have." 

A sound rustled in the bushes near by.

 "Well, I'll be off,” HellBorne said suddenly. “Got to get home before the sun comes up. Nice talking to you." 

The old half Elf made his way towards the Black Tower and Quaraun considered following him, but just then Unicorn returned carrying a small half-Elf boy. The first thing Quaraun noticed was that the boy was covered with blood. 

 "You didn't hurt him did you?”

"No. Him was like this when I found him. Poor ting."

Quaraun wasn't sure what to do with children. It had been centuries since his own children had died and he'd not dealt with children since then. He had quite forgotten how to interact with them. 







 "What does we do with him? ''Unicorn asked. 

 "I know not. I don't know why the Humans were chasing him." 

 "Does we know who he is?" 

 "No." 

 Quaraun looked at the boy and then the dead sheElf

''I think it's her son. Mallac called him the victim's son. We should take him somewhere else. Mallac said she had a son that she was very protective of I would assume this to be him."

Unicorn set the boy down, but kept bold of his hand. 

"Where do we go with him?" 

 ''I don't know." 

 Quaraun looked around. He stared at Black Tower. He felt drawn to the tower. He wanted desperately to go that way, but something inside him told him not to take the boy there. 

 "We should go back to the tavern." 

 "With a child?" ZooLock asked.

"When did you get here?" Quaraun looked around. He had not seen ZooLock earlier.

"I followed you out here."

"No you didn't. There's been no one here but HellBorne."

"HellBorne?" Unicorn asked. "Ya met HellBorne?"

"Yes. And I don't like him. He lied to me just now. He's hiding something."

"Is him the killer?"

"No. I don't think he is. But I do think he's involved."

"How come for ya no t'inks it him?"

"He's too old, too frail, too weak, too crippled. He hasn't got the strength to carry a body. But I do think he's involved. I think he's the one giving the orders. Every murder victim has been an Elf. He hates Elves. Bring the boy. I don't want to be here when Mallac gets back."

"What we do wid body?"

"Leave it. It's not our concern. We need to go back to the tarven. Bring the boy."

"You can not take the boy to the tavern," ZooLock demanded stubbornly.

 "'No place else we can go, is there?" 

 "'No place that I can think of,” ZooLock said.

"Then why do you object?"

"You're going to take a child to a tavern? One with a brothel?"

"The women there are better adapt to caring for children then any one else in this town. Half of them a pregnant. Most of them already have several children. Most of them will have GhoulSpawn's children by the end of the year. There's at least three that want mine. In my experience, prostitutes are far better at taking care of children, then the average woman. They have to be. They have more children then the average woman."

"And YOU would know that?"

"Yes. I would. For your information, I've spent the last 300 years of my life living in taverns. I'm well aquanted with prostitutes. I don't like sleeping alone. Unicorn's only been with me the last 10 years."

"Prostitutes are not cheap...."

"I'm the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets. And I killed a dragon. Three hundred years of prostitutes every night doesn't make a dent in my gold."

"You're supposed to be a virgin."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I happen to be an Elf. When was the last time you met an Elf who didn't have a dozen wives, several hundred concubines, and a few thousand prostitutes on the side?"







"You're supposed to be a virgin."

"Well, I'm not. Get over it ZooLock!"

Quaraun grabbed Unicorn's arm.

"Come on."

Quaraun and Unicorn went back to the tavern, Unicorn carrying the small boy, who was clinging to the Phooka's neck, leaving ZooLock alone with the dead woman.

Back at the tavern, Unicorn tucked the boy in bed and waited for the boy to fall asleep, while Quaraun set out to drawing a map of the town and marking the locations of the murders. Once the boy had fallen asleep, Unicorn joined Quaraun and watched silently as the Elf, drew a large red star on the map.

"Wat dat?"

"I connected the dots of the murder locations and it makes a 7 point star. Almost. One point is missing. The next murder is gonna be at Black Tower. See?"

Quaraun pointed to the lighthouses location on the map and the fact that it lined up with the missing point on the star.

"Did ya really spend ya nights with prostitutes?"

"What?"

"Ya told ZooLock was spent every night of ya 300 years alone, living in taverns and sleeping with prostitutes."

"I'm not in the habit of lying, Unicorn."

"Aye. I knows it. I also knows ya does no like sticking ya dick in a cunt."

"I didn't say I did."

"No. Ya did."

"Unicorn... I said I didn't like sleeping alone."

"And?" 

"I paid women to sleep with me. Doesn't mean I fucked 'em."

"Ya paid women to sleep in ya bed wid ya, but not have sex wid ya?"

"Yes."

"Why do I believe that be exactly wat ya did?"

"Because I don't like having sex with women and you know that."

"How many prostitutes get to hear a man tell them he wants to sleep with them, un have him actually mean sleep not sex?"

"Is there something wrong with that?" 

"Yis strange Quaraun."

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The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane
Volume 11 of 130
The Summoner of Darkness
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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: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)

This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016


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: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)

This novel was originally written on: 2014 - 2016

This page last updated on: June 17, 2017

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Writing Blind Characters

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VS

Unicorns and Phookas and Demons

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Where are the writers who love writing?

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Self-Publishing Success: Does Anyone Ever Succeed at Self-Publishing?

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

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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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