Summoner of Darkness:
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches
(yaoi free to read online)




By Wendy C Allen

f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:



...and after that video, you want these ones:

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.

Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:

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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.

I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:

  • No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
  1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Do you know who this woman is?

On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.

She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, 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 id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.

Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.

Clairescreenshot.pngThe golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.
zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotThe Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 9 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #fbiinvestigation #truecrimetiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?

Video explains what else she's done ...

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 7 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #plannedparenthood ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!

I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumours and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductee and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!


Summoner of Darkness: 
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches 
(yaoi free to read online)



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Summoner of Darkness:
Tumbling Down Stairs With Slutty Elves and Angry Liches
(yaoi free to read online)

It had started out as a tumble to the ground, but laying on top of Quaraun's soft, feminine, fleshy curves was more then GhoulSpawn could bear.

Quaraun's annoyance at being on the floor was quickly shattered by the intense hunger of GhoulSpawn's kisses. His kiss was urgent and exploratory. Quaraun was shocked by his own eager response to the touch of his lips.

The thought of cheating on Unicorn had never crossed his mind, but just now being this close to GhoulSpawn sent reason out of his head. Though Unicorn had pointed out the attraction several times, Quaraun remained in denial over his ever growing lust for the young Sun Elf.

Quaraun wasn't given any time to think about his actions, he merely responded to the pleasurable sensations he felt as GhoulSpawn's touch sent shivers down his spine. There was the delicious feel of excitement. Of first-contact. Of naughty thrills. Quaraun was suddenly filled with the overwhelming desire for GhoulSpawn to fuck him.

Quaraun moaned as he felt the Sun Elf's hard cock pressing into his groin. Quaraun pressed closer to GhoulSpawn in response. The two Elves were instantly lost in the passion of kisses and embrace. As quickly as it started though, GhoulSpawn suddenly broke it off and clambered fearfully to get quickly off of the sultery, lust filled Necromancer.

"I'm so sorry," GhoulSpawn whispered as he stood up and looked around for a place to escape. Then ran off towards the door.

"No!" Quaraun cried out, pointing a finger towards the door.

GhoulSpawn stopped and stood terror stricken, staring at the blank space on the wall before him. The door was gone. Vanished as if it had never been there. He looked around the room. All the windows and the other door were gone as well. Panic rose in his throat as his heart rate quickened. He became terrified of what the Necromancer would do to him.

Quaraun slowly pushed himself up. The fall had dazed him and he was not quite steady enough to stand quickly.

"I'm sorry," GhoulSpawn said again, this time with great difficulty. Fear welled up inside of him. He was trembling so bad, he thought he would faint.

Quaraun stood, still dazed, now leaning against the table.

"Why are trying to run away," Quaraun asked.

"I'm sorry."

"You've said that. I heard you the first two times. Why are you sorry?"

"I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry... I..."

"Breath, GhoulSpawn. Stop hyperventilating. I'm not gonna hurt you."

"The doors..."

"You were trying to run away and I'm physically too small and too weak to stop you."

"I shouldn't done that."

"Fall on me?"

"No... not..."

"Yeah, I know what you meant. You want to fuck me."

"I don't... I..."

"You want to fuck me. I know what I felt."

"I'm sorry."

Quaraun walked over the stand directly in front of GhoulSpawn.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about."

"Please let me go."

"I want to know what just happened."

"I... uhm..."

"You like me quite a lot."

Quaraun eyes never wavered, staring directly into GhoulSpawn's, as he reached out, took hold of the Sun Elf's hand, then placed it over his groin, allowing GhoulSpawn to feel Quaraun's warm erection on the palm of his hand.

"You can finish what you started, GhoulSpawn. I don't mind."

"I shouldn't."

GhoulSpawn pulled his hand away and averted his eyes from Quaraun's gaze.

"I really don't mind."

"I don't... I like women. You're male. You don't look it, but you are."

"You can make love to me, the same way you would a woman. I'm used to receiving male lovers that way."

"You're with Unicorn."

"I'm a High Elf. I'm not monogamous, GhoulSpawn. I do not object to having multiple lovers."

"What about Unicorn?"

"What about him?"

"He's so violent."

"I like him violent. It thrills me. He's bold and dominate. You're the complete opposite. You're quiet and shy and gentle. I love the contrast between the two of you."

"You've been with him a long time. I don't want to come between you."

"I want both of you."

"I shouldn't have kissed you."

"He's also undead. And you're very much alive. It's been a long time since I've had the warm flesh of a living lover pressing against me. I've been wanting you for quite some time."

Quaraun stood up on his tip toes to reach GhoulSpawn and kiss him on the lips. Lips to lips. Flexing and yielding. GhoulSpawn did not resist the High Elf's advances. He could not hide his attraction to Quaraun. Their lips touching, parting, and touching again. It was timeless and beautiful and amazing. He wanted so desperately to make love to the Moon Elf. Feeling Quaraun's growing desire made it difficult for GhoulSpawn to resist. Quaraun involuntarily mewed. A tiny expression of happiness.

In stark contrast to Unicorn's harsh forcefulness, GhoulSpawn was gentle and loving.

"Yi fucking pink penguins!"

GhoulSpawn immediately let go of Quaraun at the sound of Unicorn's voice.

"Ya got an explanation for this?" Unicorn asked as he stared angrily down at the two Elves.

"We fell down the stairs," Quaraun said simply, pushing GhoulSpawn off of him and acting as though nothing had been going on between them.

"Un ya forgot to get back up, I see. Of course de stairs is over dair."

"Well, you can help me up now." 

Quaraun stretched out his hand and waited for Unicorn to help him to his feet. And completely ignored the fact that he and GhoulSpawn were no longer anywhere near the stairs they had originally tumbled down. Unicorn was glaring at GhoulSpawn, who was sitting beside Quaraun trembling in fear and looking as though he was about to piss his pants. Quaraun snapped his fingers to get Unicorn's attention. The Phooka turned to Quaraun.

"Help me up," Quaraun commanded.

Unicorn grabbed the Elf's wrist and jerked him up violently, then slammed him very hard back into the wall, holding him up off the ground. Quaraun squealed in pain as his back made contact with the wood. Fear filled his eyes. He had not expected Unicorn's violent reaction.

"Unicorn, please," Quaraun begged. "Nothing happened."

"Ya has strange definition of nothingness."

"Unicorn..."

"No. I saw everything." The Phooka leaned in, gripping one hand tightly around the Elf's throat, pressing his lips to the Elf's ear and whispered. "I saw more then ya t'ink. I saw ya fall. I saw ya get back up. I saw ya seduce de half-Elf un pull him down on top of ya. I saw him try to get away un ya not let him. Nothing happened only because ya did nae have time before I stopped it. We is soul bound. Did ya forget that? I know every t'ing that happens to ya body. I feel what ya feel. I know when ya horny. Und ya been waiting to get alone with him ever since ya first saw him. Ya t'ink I did nae know that?"

"I wasn't..."

"Ya was. I does nay like being cheated on. Ya knows dat. Ya knows what happened to de Elves before ya."

"You ate them. It's why they call you the Elf Eater."

"No one cheats on me," the angry Faerie snarled as he tightened his grip on Quaraun's throat.

"Unicorn please..."

"How far would ya have gone if had I nae stopped ya?"

"I'm sorry..."

"No ya not." 

The Elf Eater squeezed his hand, cutting off Quaraun's ability to speak, choking the poor frightened Elf who was only now beginning to realize how truly angry Unicorn was.

"Ya just saying that cause ya no want me to rip ya throat out. Ya get alone with him again and ya'll whore yarself out to his all over again. Just like the trashy little slut ya are."

Unicorn tightened his grip more, blood trickled through his fingers as his razor sharp claws sliced through the Elf's flesh like butter. Quaraun's feet were no longer touching the ground. Terror filled him as his chest tightened from lack of air.

Franticly Quaraun clawed at Unicorn's arm trying to release the fingers that were strangling him. The Lich Lord's eyes glowed blue as his illusionary flesh stripped away, replaced by the boney blue crystal skeleton that was his true form. Though a Necromancer able to control the dead, Quaraun had been taken by surprise by Unicorn's reaction and not been prepared to fight back.

The Lich continued to tighten it's death grip on the wizard's throat until he felt Quaraun's body begin the seize. Only then did Gwallmaiic let go, knowing that if he did not, the Elf would die. Quaraun fell to the floor, sprawling on the ground, choking, wheezing, and gasping as his chest heaved to his lungs' desperate attempt to suck in air.

The Lich turned to GhoulSpawn who was frozen in terror. The eyeless sockets of the glowing skull glared at him. He had never seen the Lich's true form before.

"I let ya off dis once, because ya dids nae know what him be like. Him a slut of a whore. Him went after ya soon as him knew ya gets excited over him. But now ya know. What I is. Him already tolds ya, but like everyone else, yis did nay believe him. Ya dids no take him serious. Him never tell lie. Him always speak truth. Yi just like no good Humans. Laugh at his clothes un ignore hims words. I Lich, just like him said. Un now ya knows. How I got me name. What I do to a lover who cheats on me. Him is far from the first Elven lover I had. Ya'll have nae second chance. Do somet'ing like dis again un I kill ya both."

The Lich vanished, taking with him every last drop of warmth in the room. Ice crystals formed over everything as a glaze of ice swept across the walls.

Mallac entered the room just then. The Human stood for a moment looking around at the frigid room. His breath hung frosty in the frozen air. Then he saw the two Elves, both still on the floor. Once clearly wounded and the other too terrified to move. He ran forward to help them.

"Are you alright?" He asked running to Quaraun. "What happened?"

Quaraun was too weak to talk. He was still trying to breath properly.

"This is a Lich's frost," one of the other soldiers said as the rest of Mallac's men entered the room.

"There's a Lich in the area!" Another Human shouted.

Fear filled the hearts of the Humans as they began to realize the danger they were in.

Unicorn entered the room along with the soldiers, and was now back in his deceptively small and harmless looking Human form. He lovingly took Quaraun in his arms, cradling him, purring soothingly, kissing the wounds on his neck, licking the blood from the wounds, and acting as though nothing had happened between them at all.

The soldiers began scattering about looking for any signs of the Lich. GhoulSpawn sat silently watching Unicorn's gentle care of the injured Necromancer.

The Necromancer he had just injured.

A Necromancer who clearly did not have as much control over Liches as HellBorne had said he did. This was not the first time GhoulSpawn had felt like the Lich had control of the Necromancer instead of the other way around, but it was the first time he'd seen without a doubt that when push came to shove the Lich was far more powerful than the Necromancer. GhoulSpawn wanted to run, but he was too scared to move.

GhoulSpawn stared at Unicorn. His heart pounded in his chest.

Quaraun had told GhoulSpawn that Unicorn was a Lich. He'd said it many times. Somehow GhoulSpawn had not really believed it.

Quaraun had said Unicorn was really, King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley, but he hadn't really believed that either. Quaraun was, after all, insane, wasn't he? But Unicorn had changed. The tiny, Human like form had melted away into the distinctive blue crystal bones of a Frost Lich.

Did the stories not say, that King Gwallmaiic, the evil Necromantic Lich King, was a Frost Lich? 

No one ever paid much attention to anything Quaraun said. No one took him seriously. Why would they? He was wearing a pink dress, his floor length hair tied up in twin pigtails. A twinkling silver tiara on his head. Every one knew to look at him, the man was insane. Every one said it didn't they? People mocked him and teased him and dubbed him Quaraun the Insane, so why would they believe anything he said. He always talked of Liches. No one ever believed him.

GhoulSpawn was beginning to see the error of the logic of the masses. Quaraun was not insane. Eccentric, yes, but insane? No. Far from it. His bitterness and animosity towards Humans, was nothing more then his frustration at constantly being ridiculed for the way he looked and no one believing a word he said or taking him seriously, because they were too busy judging him for his outlandish cloths.

"It's no where, Sir," one of the soldiers said to Mallac.

"You!" Mallac shouted to GhoulSpawn. "Did you see it?" 

"What?" GhoulSpawn somehow managed to whisper.

"The Lich. Did you see it? What did it look like? Where did it go?"

GhoulSpawn stared at Unicorn. The Phooka was glaring angrily at him, a low threatening, growl rumbled under his breath. GhoulSpawn looked back up at Mallac and shook his head.

"No," he whispered, still too frightened to find his voice. 

GhoulSpawn knew Quaraun had told Mallac that Unicorn was a Lich. He had been there when Quaraun had said it. More then once. Like everyone else, Mallac had been quick to pass Quaraun off as insane because of his fashion sense, and had not believed him, when the transvestite Elf had pointed to the Phooka and said - "He's a Lich". This was obvious now, by Mallac's seeing the evidence of a Lich's presence, and completely ignoring the fact that Unicorn was the very person Quaraun had said was a Lich.

"You were right," Mallac said to Quaraun and Unicorn. "Some one's building a Lich and now it's here. We must find it."

Mallac barked orders to his men as the Humans tumbled out into the streets to search for the beast that was sitting right in front of their noses.

GhoulSpawn was seeing now, first hand, how easily the rumours about Quaraun had been started and spreed. No one listened to anything he said. They were too busy laughing at how he dressed. And now, when the words he had previously said, had come to pass, no one even remembered the words he'd said. This fact shed new light on the depression and loneliness Quaraun lived with, the intense sadness of knowing no matter what he said, no one would listen, because no one could accept with any seriousness a man in a dress.

With the Humans gone, Unicorn helped Quaraun back to his feet and guided him back to the tavern. GhoulSpawn followed them, though he wasn't sure why. He was too scared to do anything else.

Quaraun passed out before reaching the tavern, and Unicorn carried him from that point.

When Unicorn had Quaraun tucked in bed, and was sitting on the bed beside him, GhoulSpawn broke the long silence that had stood between them.

"Is he gonna be alright?"

Unicorn looked back at GhoulSpawn who was hanging back near the door looking as though he'd run at any second.

"Him is fine. Him need rest."

"He's unconsious."

"Aye. Him need rest."

"You tried to kill him."

"No. I merely scared him."

"He's unconsious."

"I poisoned him."

"Poisoned?"

"Me claws un me fangs, dey be venomous. I poison Elf so dey feel no pain while I eat them. It puts dem into deep sleep." 

"You hurt him."

"I know. Un now I takes cares of him. Him High Elf. Sleep helps him heal."

"Why help him after you've hurt him?"

"I love him. I does nae want to lose him. Not to death. Nor to you."

"I'm sorry. I should go."

"No. Ya stay."

"Why?"

"Him likes ya. Un him will t'inks I ate ya if ya is nae here when him wakes up."

"You really are the Elf Eater aren't you?"

"Leader of de Lich Lords, King Gwallmaiic, Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. Aye. Dat would me."

"You're a Lich."

"Ya knew that."

"I don't think I believed it."

There was silence again.

"Why are with him?"

"I done tolds ya. I love him."

"But he's an Elf."

"Aye."

"And you eat Elves."

"Aye."

"I'm an Elf."

"Ya is."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Him likes ya. Him t'inks of ya as a friend. He does nay have any dose. Not since BeLuna un Bullgaar died."

"I don't understand you."

"What to understand?"

"A few minutes ago you were threatening to kill both of us."

"Un few moments gone yi was t'reatening ta fuck him. Yi not now."

"People think he controls the Liches. He doesn't, does he? You control him."

"No. But him could, if him wanted to. Him could easily defeatsing me iffy him were to fought back. Him does be much more powerful then I be. Him could control every dead t'ing him wishing. He does chooses not to. Him does nay abuse powers him is possesses. He is no greedy for power or riches or any worldly t'ing. Him does simply want to be loved. Hims greatest desire is simply to love un be loved in return. He peaceful un non violent. Him does no fight un refuses to defend himself when is attacked. Him knows how great of power him possesses. Him knows how dangerous him does can be to every one 'round him. iJinn are dead. Turned to ash, by words 'I wish'. Moon Elves all is dead. Frozen into solid blocks o ice, by de words 'I wish'. Pixies are dead. Turned to jellied piles of blood, by de words 'I wish'. De Sun Elves is dead. All save ya. They bodies burned to char, from inside out, by de words 'I wish'. He is being fully aware o how dangerous him does be. He distances himself from populated areas, be wandering hermit, terrified of for to enter any village we passes, for fear him will accidently say words 'I wish' un lay it to waste without ever meaning to. He really is world most powerful wizard, but it power him does nae know how to control un he lives in mortal fear of it un refuses to use it willingly. Him could has control me if him wanted to. Him choose not to."

"Why didn't you kill me back there?"

"Because him likes ya. Un he asked me not to, back at Witch Pond."

"You hurt him."

"Aye. Un nows I help him."

"You wouldn't hurt him like that if you loved him."

Unicorn got up off the bed and approached GhoulSpawn, placing his hands on the wall to either side of the half-Elf, trapping him.

"Love is nae easy for me. I is nae like ya Elves. I is what most would call a monster. To ya Elves, I is predator. Higher up on food chain then ya is being. It is me nature to kill Elves. It me natural instinct to tear ya throat out un feast on ya flesh. It is with great difficulty dat I restrain meself un does nae eat de both of ya. I lust for taste of Elf flesh. I has killed millions of de Elves. It is nothing to me to kill millions more. But ya two I does nae kill. Because I does very much love him un him sees ya as his friend. Un aparently he wants ya for a lover now as well."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I knows it. Un it be why no kills ya. I saw him pull ya down on top of him un ya try to get away."

"I don't trust you." 

"As well ya should not. I does nae trust meself. Yis a tasty Northern Elf. It with great difficulty I does nae eat ya."

"You're dangerous."

Unicorn stepped back away from the half-Elf.

"Aye. We Phookas is top of the food chain. Yis our food. It be difficult for me to be in this town. It is filled wid Humans, ripe to eat. I feel nothing for them. I help Quaraun to help them, only because it keep Quaraun happy. Him sad, lonely Elf. Helping Humans make him happy. But if de Humans turn on him, I will have no trouble to kill every last one o them."

"Why him? You've killed so many Elves. Why not him?"

"He saw for me what I is and loved me any ways."

"You're a vile monster. A feral undead beast."

"Aye."

"ZooLock told me a story. Is it true?"

"What is story?"

"The Moon Elves caught him in bed with another male, a non-Elf, a Faerie, and tortured him for it. Used him as bait to try to catch you. You killed them and rescued him."

"T'is true. I were also de male Fae him were bedding with. ZooLock would have ya t'inks we is together because of that incident. We was together before it."

"But that doesn't answer my question."

"Being?"

"Why him? You eat Elves. Why do you not eat him?"

"Him not Elf. Him Thullid."

"Do you not eat Thullids?"

"No. I eats Thullids too. But not him. Him Sacred Pink Jelly Fish. Him Elder Brain. Him not know it, but him is. Him ancient Demon. I worship him. And now I fuck him. He is a god un he sleeps in my bed. Not yars."

GhoulSpawn slip down to the floor and pulled his knees up against his chest. He was scared of the Lich and wanted to run away, but he didn't really have any place to go to other then HellBorne and he didn't want to go there even less then he wanted to be here, and he was worried about Quaraun. The Elf had been injured and now was passed out.

Unicorn stood and watch the frightened Sun Elf.

"How old is ya?"

GhoulSpawn looked up, not certain the creature was talking to him.

"Ya not yet a hundred years old are ya?"

GhoulSpawn shook his head. He was not sure why the Phooka suddenly wanted to know his age.

"That why ya look so yang. Ya is yang. Yar just a wee lil pup. Ya not even an adult yet. Quaraun's old enough to be ya grandsire. Did ya know that? Him not as yang as he looks. Him de Necromancer what made me a Lich un I died three hundred years ago."

Unicorn continued to watch the young half-Elf, now realizing GhoulSpawn was still an adolescent, and to other Elves, still considered an Elfling. Though in the eyes of Humans he looked like an adult, in the eyes of Elves, GhoulSpawn was still only a child.

Unicoen felt less threatened by the welp now that he realized how young he was. GhoulSpawn was tall, quite a bit taller than either Quaraun or Unicorn. This had caused Unicorn to think the half-Elf was older than he was.

Unicorn bent down, grabbed GhoulSpawn by the elbow and pulled him up. The startled half-Elf cried out from fright and tried to get away, but the Lich's iron grip held tight.

"Stop being a nervous Nelly, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

Without another word, Unicorn dragged GhoulSpawn to the bed and shoved him on to it beside Quaraun.

"Ya stay there. I can keep an eye on ya better."

Unicorn sat on the foot of the bed and watched the two Elves, one injured and unconscious and the other hyperventilating and trembling with fright. 

GhoulSpawn watched Unicorn waiting for the Phooka to pounce on him, but the beast remained still and silent. An hour or more passed before GhoulSpawn finally relaxed and moved out of the position Unicorn had tossed him in. Seeing Unicorn's anger seemed to have subsided, GhoulSpawn gently moved closer the Quaraun, nuzzling against him, hugging him, closing his eyes and going to sleep.

Unicorn watched the two Elves sleep together. It did not anger him to see them like this. Curled up together like this was innocent and non sexual. He had no problem with the two Elves touching and being close. It was the intense sexual passion that had risen up between them, that had angered the Phooka. Quaraun had an exotic enthral beauty to him, that caused every one they meet to have a sexual attraction to him. Usually however, Quaraun didn't bat an eye at the constant sexual advances he received from men and women, Elves and Humans alike. But GhoulSpawn was different.

Quaraun was highly aroused by the young Sun Elf and started flirting with GhoulSpawn every time he was around. Quaraun was lusting after GhoulSpawn something fierce and was making no attempt to hide his intense desire to be fucked by the golden haired half-Elf.

The two Elves had seemed to have an instant connection. A closeness that defied explanation, as though they had been friends and lovers for decades. Unicorn found himself feeling very jealous, and very threatened by this unexplainable connection the two High Elves had for each other.

It was many hours later when Quaraun woke up again. He was surprised to find GhoulSpawn asleep beside him and Unicorn sitting on the bottom of the bed watching them.

"You let him sleep with me?"

"Aye."

"Why?"

"I does nae want ya fucking with him. I did nae says ya could no be friends with him."

"I want him to stay with us."

"I know."


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

Volume 11: The Summoner of Darkness

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

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

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

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


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



List Of Sample Chapters
Available To Read Online:

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

(The End?)



Did You Know?

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

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

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

EelKat is a 4th wall meta breaking narrator.



Who Is GhoulSpawn?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

You can find out more about GhoulSpawn here:


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

Meet The Real Witch Hole Pond:






If You Want To Visit Witch Hole Pond For Yourself, Here Are The Directions To It: 
(Address is: Witch Hole Pond, Carriage Road, Mt. Desert Island, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbour, Maine)








This novel was originally written in: 2014 - 2016




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Note: there are likely spelling errors on this site, and I am unlikely to see the ... I fix them when I find them, but, there are many issues here...

Note: English is not my first language, Shetlean Scottish is my native language, there are likly spelling and grammar errors, as I do not know American English and am attempting to write it by sounding words out.

Many times that Americans think a word on my site is misspelled, often it is not misspelled, it is just I mixed up languages and wrote it in Scottish without realizing I mixed the Scottish in with the English. Also our grammar is somewhat reversed from English grammar so words that are seeming in the wrong order for American English, is usually because they are in the correct order for Scottish and I either put English words in Scottish order by mistake or was unaware English put them in a different order then Scottish does.

For those unaware, Scottish Shetlean looks like this:

American English to Scottish:

a bit (piece) = a party --- EXAMPLE: "And some know a bit of Latin " > "And somme kan of latyn a party "

a long distance from = A piece fae

a piece of = the bit --- EXAMPLE: "The duck ate a piece of bread " > "The deuk ett the bit breid "

about the banks (on the shore/at the beach) = aboot da banks

accomplishments = kunnandi

After = Back o --- EXAMPLE: " After Halloween" > "Back o Hallomas "

alive (living) = kvikr

Always on the move = Never aff o da go

am I not = amn't I --- EXAMPLE: "Am I not invited? " > "I amn't invited? or Amn't I invited?"

are = is --- EXAMPLE: "Are you going soon?" > "Is ya to be going soon?"

autumn = dah haihst

belong to = fylgja

best = bettah moost

betray (verb) = svíkja

bewildered = villhyggjandi

building = biggin up --- EXAMPLE: "building confidence in everyday use " > " biggin up confidence in ivvryday øs "

built = builded --- EXAMPLE: "He built a new porch." > "Hims builded a new porch."

cast a spell = hoodooed

cat = kat (sounds like "caught") --- EXAMPLE: "Is it an orange cat?" > "Be he a o'jinn kat?"

child = bairn

church = kirk

color = colour

danger = hœttr

daren't = darena

daring = djarfr

dark = dökk

dark elf = Dökkálfr

dark-elves = Døkkálfar

darker = dökká

do you agree = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "That's a fine looking woman, do you agree?" > "Dair's ah right bonnie lass, eh?"

do you want to come too = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "I'm going to the store, do you want to come with me?" > "Me go to shope, eh?"

each = eche --- EXAMPLE: "Which each person can understand " > "That kan eche man understonde "

educated = lered --- EXAMPLE: "Both among the educated and the uneducated " > "As wel among lered as lewed "

elf = Alfr

Elf = Álfr

Elf Home = Álfheimr

Elf World = Álfheimr

elf-advice = Ælfred

elf-beautiful = ælfscyne

elf-friend = Ælfwine

elf-guardian (female) = Ælfwaru

elf-guardian (male) = Ælfweard

elf-powerful = Ælfric

everyday = ivvryday

eyelids = eye ledes --- EXAMPLE: "He closed his eyelids." > "Hims did shut hims eye ledes"

fair = faire --- EXAMPLE: "Going to the fair." > "Done gone went to the faire."

feild = felde --- EXAMPLE: "Standing in the feild." > "Stoodt in thems felde."

further = ferther --- EXAMPLE: "I looked further." > "I dids lokid ferther."

green = grene --- EXAMPLE: "Look at the green hedges and woods." > "Look see at thems heigges and holtz so grene."

handsome = braw --- EXAMPLE: "He is very handsome " > "Him wicked braw "

have faith = trúa

Have no doubts about our doing it = Nae faer o wis

Have no liking for this. = Hae nae brou o this.

have not = ain't

He knows how many beans make five. = He kens the laid frae the croun o the causey.

He knows which side his bread is buttered on. = He kens whilk side his bannock's buttert on.

Head for = Mak wye for

head rope in fishing nets and lines = baak

head to head = Be at the knag and the widdie

horse fly = klegsie

I = Me

I Think = Me thinks --- EXAMPLE: "I think we're late. " > "Me thinks that we is late. "

I wish you well for the future = Lang may yer lum reek (translation: Long may your chimney smoke)

idiot = eejit --- EXAMPLE: "You idiot." > "Ya eejit."

idiot = numpty

if = iffy or yif--- EXAMPLE: "If you don't mind..." > "Iffy yas does no care mind...."; "If you'll stay with me long enough = "Yif ye so longe with me wil dwelle". "

I'll be even with you = A'll see day aboot wi ye

know = ken

looked = lokid

looked = lokid --- EXAMPLE: "I looked up." > "I lifte up me eye ledes and lokid ferther."

magic = hoodoo

naked = nøkkviðr

needle = bodkin

neither = nouther --- EXAMPLE: "Who know neither Latin nor French " > "That kan nouther latyn ne frensch "

No = Nay --- EXAMPLE: "No, I don't think so. " > "Nay, me thinks not. "

Nobody knew = not-knew nobody

Noontide = Da heicht o da day

NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "Did you meet the new family next door?" > "Dids ya gets a chance to stop by and meets with thems new folk that move-ed in down yawn there next doors to ya, eh?"

NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "He went to Rite-Aid to pick up his prescription" > "Hims did go to that yawn there new fangled store the new folks call that Rite Aid place, to gets himself some of thems there pills what the doctor gone and tells him to take each morning, a-yep, hims did."

old = olde --- EXAMPLE: "But educated and uneducated, old and young " > "Bot lered and lewed olde and yonge "

orange = o'jinn

out = oot --- EXAMPLE: "The cat wants to go out." > "The kat he do wants oot."

outside = oot dair

people = fokk --- EXAMPLE: "the people of Shetland " > "Shetland fokk "

people = folke --- EXAMPLE: "Look at all those people." > "Lookie at all thems folke."

poorly = febelly --- EXAMPLE: "Who know French very poorly " > "That kan frensch ful febelly "

Recognising = Recognisin --- EXAMPLE: "Recognising the bilingual nature of Shaetlan speakers " > "Recognisin da wye at Shaetlan spaekers is bilingual "

shield = skjoldr

Since = For --- EXAMPLE: "Since that is your native language " > "For that is youre kynde langage "

tell = telle --- EXAMPLE: "I'll tell you in English " > "In englysch tonge I schal you telle "

the = da, de, or is not used at all --- EXAMPLE: "I went to the store" > "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to shoppe"

them = dem, dem dair --- EXAMPLE: "I went with them" > "Me goes wit dem dair"

there = dair --- EXAMPLE: "I want those potatoes" > "Me be wanting dem dair tatetas."

they = dey

To where = whither --- EXAMPLE: ""Where you go, I will go." " > ""Whither thou goest, I'll go."

understand = understonde

understand = understonden --- EXAMPLE: "Some understand English " > "And somme understonden englysch "

very = wicked --- EXAMPLE: "very good" > "wicked good"; "very bad" > "wicked bad"; "very cold" > "wicked cold"

Where = Whither --- EXAMPLE: "Where is the restroom? " > "Whither is the privy?"

Yes = Yea or Aye --- EXAMPLE: "Yes, I think so. " > "Yea, me thinks so. " or "Aye, me thinks so. "

For anyone actually interested in learning my native language, the Scottish government has THIS listed as the official dictionary of our people:  https://static1.squarespace.com/static/61d7352954b7fd1c9dbdfef4/t/65ddb2749d5e0541a01009c0/1709027964496/Spaektionary_2024feb.pdf  

The Scottish government provides this document to show our language in use: https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf 

More information about our language can be found on this website:  https://www.iheardee.com  which is written in my native language.


However, there is also other reasons why words might be misspelled, or why I might not understand someone when they speak to me.

My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, was from Unst, Shetland, Scotland, and she the one who raised me. She taught me to read and write, but it was Shetlain that she taught me. She died when I was 8 years old, and I was locked in a woodshed after her furneral, I escaped the woodshed 27 years later at age 31, and have been trying to learn how to speak and write English since then.

It is a very great struggle.

At age 37 I took remidial reading and speaking classes at Southern Maine Community College, but we are Gypsies and Gypsy men do not allow us Gypsy women to have education, and so, while at college, on November 14, 2013, I was beaten with a golf club, while I was 8 months pregnet, breaking my spine, hips, and knees, killing my baby and leaving me quardepaleic since.

Now my primary focus these past 13 years has been on relearning to use my hand so I could type... as of 2023, I have regained the use of my right thumb, and first two right fingers, and after 10 years offline, I am back online due to I can use three finguers.

I never went to school, so I do not know maths and numbers and sciences, and I do not know what else would have been taught to me in school. We are Scottish Gypsies and Gypsy culture does not allow females to go to school. Being born female was already a great sin, but my grandmother took great risk in teaching me reading and writing. At 4 years old I was punished by my Uncle Bruce for knowing how to read, by being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, that broke my right jaw and left me with garbaled near-mute spoken words ever since.

Because no one ever spoke words to be face to face from he time I was 8 years old until I was 37 years old (I escaped the room at age 27, but did not start college until 37), I have no training in how to vocally sound out or speak the words I write or read. I can read words, but I do not know how to sound out or say those words. I can write words, but I do not know how to match the written word against the spoken word. I struggle to associate spoken words at all, or make them match up with writen words.

Esentially, written words and spoken words are two completly seperate languages in my brain, and I have difficulty understanding spoken words.

If you say a sentance to me with your mouth, chances are very high I will have ZERO understanding of what you said and I will not be able to ander you.

However, if you WRITE down that exact same sentabnce, I can understand you and can type a written responce to you.

My doctors tell me this is a side effect of extreme isolation and neglect and lack of human contact during my toddler, childhood, teen, and young adult years, and that my brain never deveoloped to comprehend spoken vocal words due to no one ever speaking to me in over three decades of the first half of my life.

While I can read and write, American English (somewhat) I do no know how words are sounded out, what they are supposed to sound like. I readand write by shape recognition, not by sound/vocal recognition, so when reading and writing I do no "hear the words in my head" as I am told most people do when they read and write. In other words... I see "c a t" and think "c-a-t" I do not think "cat" nor do I "see" an image of a cat, no do I "hear" the word cat spoken. I'm told that this is very rare and that most people read and write by sounding out the words and linking them to visual mind images, while hearing the sound of the word in their head. I neiher hear words in my head no see images of things in my head. I'm told this is what makes me both a speed reader and speed writer, because I'm not tripped up by hear sounds or seeing images in my head like nomal people would be doing... however, I'm also told this is why my spelling and grammar are very poor, because my brain is not hear the sounds of the words or seeing visual images of the objects the words represent, so my mind also does not register spelling and grammer errors at all.

As I was only let out of the woodshed on Sundays to go to the Cape Elezabeth Ward Church of the August Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I was never allowed to go to school or hospital either. No adults ever talked to me because I was evil for comitted the sin of being born female, so I never learned how to speak properly and do not know how to sound out words to say them.

I was 42 years old, in 2016 when, while having an MRI for my spine, the doctors found out my speak issue was caused by a broken jaw as a toddler that was healed wrong because not being allowed to go to doctors. I had surgury to fix that, and since 2016 have been trying to learn how to use my jaw and touge so I can speak vocal words now.

Since 2023 my primary focus shifted to relearning to walk. I can now, in 2026, sit up for 2 or 3 hours a day, and can sand with a cane for a few minutes, and can walk for around five thousand feet in 2 to 3 segments a day, with the help of pushing my wheelchair like a walker.

As of 2026, with a slight return to using my fingers and legs, I am once again focused on trying to learn the American English, but I live in mortal fear of my uncles and male cousins, as they are so hateful of allowing me to have education.

have no one to help me to know if I am doing words correctly, and as such, I have no way of knowing if there are spelling and grammar errors, but I asume there are, and I fix them when I learn them, but I do not know what I do not know and spelling American words is a thing I do bnot know.

I have Low Fucntioning Kanner's Syndrom, also known as "RainMan Type of Autism" aka REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers, High Functioning Autism, or and of thr 861 illnesses on the Autism Spectrum. An Autism Spectrum Disorder is an illness that has symptoms similar to Autism but IS NOT Autism. If you have an Autism Spectrum Disorder, it LITERALLY MEANS you do NOT have Autism.

I am medically diagnosed as "kanner's syndrome, actual autism, the rainman type, profoundly retarded autistic savant, with a general IQ of 73, and an writing IQ of 221" but they added that they did not know how to properly diagnose me as I am "technically a feral child" and they don't know "how much is the autism, and how much is simple horrific levels of abuse and neglect induced post traumatic stress disorder that will go away with proper socilization".

It means I know how to write, I can write a lot, and it is next to impossible for you to teach me how to do literally anythig else because my brain only knows how to write and doesn;t know how to do anything else..
There's a reason, when I do book signings, people are quick to say: "Okay, what's the joke? why is this stupid retard here? where's the real author? I know this retard isn't the author. where are you hiding the author, why is this fucking retard here"

The end result is, I have near zero social interaction... my 3 years in college was the ONLY face to face interaction I have ever had with humans in my entire life, and I struggle deeply to understand MOST words used by MOST people when they ask me question. And so I suffer from a huge lack of understanding many words people say to me, how to translate those words into spelling, and how to translate what it is that has been said.

The fact remains hat until there exists a human on this planet who is willing to sit down and teach me what words spoken line up with and match what words written, this deficent is unlily to improve. But the fact also remains, that I am simply far too profoundly retarded for anyone to even try to make any attempt at all even to speak a friendly "hgelloe" or "good morning" when passing me on the street, so I have lost all hope of anyone ever either being my friend, being willing to teach me how to match spoken words to written words, or how to speak to other humans.





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i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

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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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