The Beginning of the End
Into The Swamp of Death (novel excerpt)



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.

Sample Chapter from:
Quaraun and the Vampire, Into the Swamp of Death
Volume 8 of
The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane

"I'm sorry I hurt you," Quaraun said to Unicorn.

"I know. I have forgiven ya, Quaraun. I just have to re-learn to trust ya agains."

"I feel like I'm losing control of myself. I worry that a day will come when I do kill you because I no longer have enough self control to stop myself. I don't want you to die and I can't trust myself to not kill you. There is a healer, Massimara, she lives on Mount Yen, in Baironi. We should go there. She knows powerful magic, maybe she can do something to restore your sight and ease your pain. We can be there in a few weeks."

"Baironi?" BeaLuna interrupted. "Are you crazy? That's halfway around the world! You have to find a ship to go across the ocean. That alone is gonna take months. It'll be at least a year before we get there."

Quaraun turned his attention to the little pink haired, green skinned Flower Gnome and the Dwarf. He'd nearly forgotten of their presence. These past few weeks he'd worried only of Unicorn's failing health and had barely said a word to either the Orchid Gnome or the Mountain Dwarf who'd been travelling with them.

"I have a ship," Quaraun said.

"You have a ship? Since when?"

Quaraun reached into his bag of holding and pulled out a tiny glass bottle. Inside was a ship, floating in water.

"It's a flying ship. Fully crewed. It only takes days to cross the ocean in her. We...uhm...we...commandeered her in your absence. It was the first thing we did after leaving the Vulgar Alchemist Inn."

"That ship? We are gonna cross the ocean, on a ship that's barely two inches long and corked in a bottle?"

"Yes. I lived with the Di'Jinn for decades. My speciality is Genie Bottles, Phylacteries, and Bags of Holding. Remember? I used to own a shop and that's what I sold. I inadvertently helped to create the Lich Lords because I'm so good at what I do and, so also so good at getting caught in Faerie traps. Apparently, I have a weakness for the Fae and their drugged food."

BeaLuna glared at Unicorn. 

"Yeah, I'd say you do. Especially when it's a psychotic Faerie trying to get in bed with you. You just fall for that one every time. That's how you got stuck with this crazy Faerie and that lunatic BoomFuzzy you used to fuck around with before you started fucking around with Unicorn. Damn you Quaraun, you need to stop drinking Faerie wine and getting yourself fucked over by Phookas."

"Maybe him likes Faerie wine un getting him bahookie fucked by the Phookas," Unicorn said.

"I wasn't talking to you," the Gnome screamed. "I'm never talking to you. You're a raving lunatic and I don't want you near me."

"Him do be insane un ya does not mind him." Unicorn pointed to Quaraun.

"No, you keep him drunk on Faerie wine and he doesn't know whether he's coming or going any more."

"Quaraun, are ya not wanting me keeping ya drunk on Faerie wine so I can fuck yar wee lil ass?"

Quaraun looked back and forth from the Faerie to the Gnome. "How do you two turn every conversation into an argument about my sex life?"

"Well,” Bullgaar answered. “You're a male Elf dressed like a female prostitute she-slut, eunuch who took of vow of celibacy, claims to still be virgin, and you likes whoring yourself out to unicorns and male Faeries. Everyone wants to talk about your sex life, because no one else has one quite like it."

"Yes, well, while you and BeaLuna argue about my sordid sex life, I'm gonna take Unicorn to Mount Yenka, in Baironi to see Massimara. And BeaLuna, what's happened to you? You used to like BoomFuzzy. The only reason you didn't die with everyone else is because you didn't hate BoomFuzzy with everyone else. When did you start hating BoomFuzzy?" 

"That thing there," BeaLuna pointed to Unicorn as she spoke. "He's not BoomFuzzy, Quaraun. You gotta get that through your head. BoomFuzzy's dead and this creature is not him. This THING is a monster. He's a trickster. He's drugging you with Faerie Food and playing tricks on your mind. He's NOT BoomFuzzy and I don't have to like him. I can hate him all I want."

"Bullgaar?" Quaraun stood up and turned to the Dwarf. "Do you agree with her?"

"I did not knows the BoomFuzzy, fellah, but that Unicorn there, he's crazy. I wouldn't travel with him by choice. Don't trust him. Never trusted no Phookas."

"So you both don't like Unicorn."

"No, Quaraun," answered BeaLuna. "We don't. And neither of us like travelling with him."

"But you liked BoomFuzzy."

"No, actually, I didn't. I put up with him, because you liked him and it became impossible to spend time with you, without also spending time with BoomFuzzy. The two of you were never out of each other’s sight, same way you are with Unicorn now. You’re very clingy with your lovers, you know that Quaraun? And I couldn’t stand BoomFuzzy. He was taking advantage of you, Quaraun. He admitted it. I asked him once. And he came right out and told me he was only using you to get you to make those 13 phylacteries. Quaraun he built the damned Lich Lords and he was only pretending to like you, so you'd help him. He used you Quaraun. He did not love you. He never did. He killed himself in a Lich making ritual. 

“Quaraun he did not love you. You need to open your eyes and face that. BoomFuzzy was a horrible person who took advantage of the fact you are too stupid to know when people are using you. I never liked that about him. You were so in love with him, you couldn't see it. You didn't want to see it. You did what you always do. You pretended not to see what was right in front of you. He was using you, because you was a wizard. And the worst part of it was you knew he was using you and you just turned a blind eye to it! 

“You completely ignored what he was doing. You’re always doing that. You won’t look at things you don’t want to see. Everyone knew he was an evil Necromancer, and you even knew it, but you overlooked it. You overlooked how people started going missing after he showed up. You knew he was killing people, Quaraun.”

“BeaLuna,” Unicorn interrupted. “Ya shoulds stop whiles ya ahead un while ya still has a head. Ya does not know what yis doing.”

 “SHUT UP!” The Gnome screamed at the Phooka. “I can't stand you. You are every bit as bad as BoomFuzzy. You use Quaraun, just like he did. All you care about is sex. You don't give a damn about him. You know he's desperately mourning BoomFuzzy and you're taking advantage of that to get him in bed with you. You're worse then BoomFuzzy...”

“BeaLuna ya really needs to stop belittling BoomFuzzy, ya does nah know what Quaraun him did...”

Bullgaar punched the Faerie. “Stop interrupting the Gnome. I wanta hear her.”

“She really needs to stop...”

“Why?” BeaLuna demanded. “Because he can't take hearing the truth?”

“No, him can no face what yis saying tos him, BeaLuna, he really can no, ya does not know hows de Moon Elves did died...”

“And you do?”

“I were there. I saws what him did. They push him too far. Like yis doing now. Him can no take anything bad said of BoomFuzzy. We is soul bound, I know what him feels, I know ya is hurting him too much with ya words. Ya have to stop talking. Ya have to stop saying bad tings of the BoomFuzzy.”

“Oh you know this, why, because you love him?”

“Aye, I do, BeaLuna. I does love him. I loves him very much.”

“No, you don't. You just want to fuck him because you know it's easy to get him bed with you.  He only let’s you fuck him as long as you keep playing with his mind and confusing him with your talk of being BoomFuzzy.”

“I is BoomFuzzy, BeaLuna. Quaraun is Necromancer. Him not wee lil Elf ya knew. Him change. Him brought me back, ya has to believe that, before he kills ya. Him kills people now. Him kills a lot of people. Ya been away from him too long. Ya knows not hows much him change.”

“Only because he hangs around with you. And he only does that because you lie about being BoomFuzzy.”

“I is BoomFuzzy.”

“No, you're not. You're nothing but a damned shape shifting monster. That's all you are. You are not BoomFuzzy. You are are nothing but a deceptive Phooka. You're a trickster Faerie, deceiving people is what you do.”

“I knows what I is. I knows what I do. That does not change who I is. Who I was in life un what him did to bring me back. I is BoomFuzzy, Quaraun is a Necromancer, him brought me back.”

“I knew BoomFuzzy, and he wasn't you.”

“BeaLuna, please stop, ya hurting him.”

“She ain't hurting the Elf,” Bullgaar laughed. He was enjoying seeing the hurt expression on the Phooka's face. He didn't care about the Elf, so long as the Phooka was upset.

“Please, BeaLuna, ya knows what his father did, he is hurt enough...”

“I don't care. Someone needs to wake him up to the truth. He's been living in a dream world. He won't face reality because he too hung up on some lost lover, who never loved him in the first place. BoomFuzzy was a vile, evil, perverted monster. That bastard of a wretch never loved Quaraun. He knew Quaraun was stupid and easy to take advantage of. He messed with Quaraun's head the same way you are doing now. Quaraun's too retarded to know when he's being used, it's some many people keep taking advantage of him. I hate seeing you do it, just like I hated seeing BoomFuzzy do it.”

“BeaLuna please stop,” Unicorn pleaded, now sounded frightened. “Ya do'na know what ya doing.”

“No?”

“Ya do'na know whats he has done. What him is capable of doing...”

“Oh and you do? You don't even know him. I've known him his whole life. You've only been in his life less then a year. You don't know him at all.”

“I is soul bound to him. I has been for centuries. I knows what him feels, what him tinks, un I know what ya words are making him feels right now un knows ya need to stop, because right now him be seeing ya the same way he saws hims father. Please stop. Ya do'na know what happens...”

“Shut up and leave me alone, you perverted beast! I hate you! I hate the sight of you! I hate the thought of you! I wish you'd drop dead! I hate you as much as I hated BoomFuzzy.”

Unicorn sat on the ground and stared at his hands. BeaLuna continued yelling at him. Unicorn was in fact BoomFuzzy and he was soul bound to the Elf and he could feel everything the Elf was feeling and right now, Quaraun's heart was filled with an overwhelming sadness that was crushing his spirits. It upset Unicorn that BeaLuna's words were upsetting Quaraun so much and he didn't know how to stop her. Unicorn liked BeaLuna, he didn't like that she didn't like him. But the thing troubling Unicorn the most was the fact that BeaLuna was unaware of Quaraun's ability to kill people simply by wishing them dead and right now, Quaraun was wishing the Gnome was dead. And every time Bullgaar added a snide comment, Quaraun was wishing he'd die too. Quaraun was a Di'Jinn wizard, trained by the Di'Jinn themselves, granting wishes is what he did, but never well. He simply wasn't good at it. And when he started granting his own wishes things went wrong. Horribly wrong. They always did. Unicorn had seen it happen more than once. He's only heard rumours of Kelim's village, but he'd seen the deaths of the Di'Jinn and the destruction of the Moon Elf Village, he knew full well what Quaraun was actually capable of.

BeaLuna and Bullgaar both thought the Moon Elves had been killed by the Lich Lords. 

Every one thought the Moon Elves had been killed by the Lich Lords. 

The destruction of the Moon Elf Village had been so sudden and so violent. Whatever hit them, hit them fast. Swooping down on them without warning. A horrific Lich's frost that instantly froze everything and everyone – that's what people said. It had never occurred to anyone to think that Quaraun had killed his own people to punish them for driving BoomFuzzy to suicide. Quaraun was so timid. So quiet. So peaceful. He was too busy planting roses and embroidering pink hearts on everything to think an evil thought. He was too stupid to know what was going on around him. Everyone knew this to be true. 

But then there was Kelim's village. Kelim, about to marry the daughter of Finderu. Kelim alone had survived. Everyone knew the stories – a Necromancer had walked into town and unleashed a Lich on the village. A Lich unlike any Lich the world had ever known: a black dragon, and not just any black dragon, but the Elf Eater's Dragon from Fire Mountain, the most feared dragon of them all, owned by the most feared Lich of all time, both of Lich and Dragon controlled by a psychotic pink robed Necromancer.

Finderu was the leader of the Wizardry Guild. It had been on his word that the order to banish Necromancers from the Guild had gone out. He was the one who had been pivotal in setting BoomFuzzy on his vengeful path of Lichdom. Somewhere in Quaraun's twisted mind, Finderu had been to blame for BoomFuzzy's death and so, Quaraun had let loose a DracoLich on him, and everyone in his village. Unicorn insisted Quaraun was that Necromancer that destroyed Kelim's village, and Quaraun himself admitted to what he had done, but BeaLuna would not hear a word of it, nor would she believe Quaraun had had any part in the deaths of his people.

Quaraun's mind was broken far more than the Gnome realized and he simply could no longer listen to anything said against BoomFuzzy, no matter who it was who had said it. It never occurred to anyone to think that everyone whom had ever said an unkind word to or about BoomFuzzy had a nasty habit of turning up dead.

Quaraun could hear no word against BoomFuzzy. Not even from his children. Four small children. The oldest only 9. Had come in one night singing a song they had overheard and knew not the meaning of. A song about BoomFuzzy and the joys of the world without him. A song that rejoiced in his death.

They were the first to die. Four small children, who never knew BoomFuzzy and knew not the meaning of the song they sung. Murdered at the hands of their own father. For he loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more.

“I loved my children,” Quaraun said quietly.

“We aren't talking about your children Quaraun,” BeaLuna yelled. “Will you stop drifting off and pay attention!”

“That were the breaking point,” Unicorn said. He sounded terrified.

“I loved BoomFuzzy more.”

BeaLuna didn't know about Finderu and Kelim or what had happened to their village. She didn't know BoomFuzzy had been kicked out of the Guild for practising Necromancy and so Quaraun murdered every last Guild member. More importantly, BeaLuna didn't know about the children. Four little Elflings, singing a nursery rhyme their vile hearted mother had taught them. A horrible song, about a monster named BoomFuzzy. A horrible song whose words cut through their father's heart like a knife. That night their father put them in bed and then as they slept sliced their throats, then in a rage, turned on the village and killed every last Moon Elf, for their crime of not only driving BoomFuzzy to suicide, but also turning his beloved children against the Faerie he had loved so dearly.

BeaLuna didn't know how the children had died. But Unicorn knew. Unicorn knew that Quaraun loved BoomFuzzy with a devotion that defied logic and Quaraun would do anything to anyone, to defend BoomFuzzy's honour. Unicorn knew the danger BeaLuna was putting herself in, with this rant against BoomFuzzy. Unicorn knew what Quaraun was capable of and it frightened him terribly the dark thoughts that were now surfacing on Quaraun's tormented soul. 

“I loved my children,” Quaraun said again, sounding horrified and mortified. 

The guilt of having murdered his children weighed heavy on his mind. He'd gone too far and he knew it, but he didn't know how to stop. He knew the thoughts rising up in his soul now. How much he wanted to shut the Gnome up – forever. 

BeaLuna had been his friend since childhood. He loved her dearly, but he loved BoomFuzzy more and every word she spoke now, piled on more hurt of the pain that was already crushing the poor Elf's mind.

Quaraun walked away from the group, looking dazed and confused. He could not bare to listen to BeaLuna's words any more. He needed to get away from her. He wanted to be alone, to not listen to the hurtful words she had to say about BoomFuzzy.  But she followed him and continued to belittle BoomFuzzy’s memory.

“BeaLuna leave him alone...”

BeaLuna ignored Unicorn and followed Quaraun, still screaming at him.

“BoomFuzzy only seduced you because you were the local wizard. He knew you was the only one who could stop him, and he knew if he toyed with your heart, that you wouldn't stop him. He used you Quaraun. You are are incredibly stupid Quaraun, it’s so damned easy for people to take advantage of you, because you haven’t got enough brains to know any better. I don’t know how you survive. Of all the Moon Elves to survive, why you? You are too stupid to live and yet you’re the one who keeps on going while everyone around you drops dead. It’s dumb luck is what it is, is certainly ain’t survival of the fittest, you’re the farthest from being the fittest, and you’re just about the dumbest danged Elf I ever met.”

“You’ve meet an Elf dumber then he is?” Bullgaar asked.

“No. Bullgaar’s right. You’re the stupidest Elf I’ve ever met. You know how to do one thing and one thing only. Magic. That’s it. You are damned good at being a wizard, you’re the best danged wizard anyone’s ever seen, but you don’t know your ass from a hole in the ground about anything else. You think you know love. You don’t know love. You don't know when someone loves you. 

“You know how to love. I’ve never seen anyone love someone as much you loved BoomFuzzy, but he didn’t love you, and you’re too stupid to see that. He didn't love you. He never did. He used you, Quaraun.”

“I does love him, BeaLuna,” Unicorn said, not moving from his spot on the ground, hoping she'd come back to him and let Quaraun walk away.

“YOU ARE NOT BOOMFUZZY! STOP CONFUSING HIM!”

“Leave him alone, BeaLuna.”

“You leave HER alone!” Bullgaar yelled as he punched the sick Phooka as hard as he could.

Unicorn let out a cry of pain. The Phooka fell back to his knees again. He was too weak to put up a fight. But his sharp yelp of pain, struck a nerve in Quaraun.

Quaraun stopped walking. He turned and stared at Bullgaar. The big Dwarf was a bully. He was bigger than everyone else in their group and he liked picking on the little sick Faerie. He liked pushing Unicorn around. He took every opportunity he could find to hit Unicorn and push him around.

Quaraun’s mind reeled. BeaLuna and Bullgaar were his friends, but now they had both turned on Unicorn. They belittled BoomFuzzy’s memory, while they attacked the dying Faerie that resembled him so much.

Quaraun had already lost BoomFuzzy before. He wasn’t gonna lose him again.

The old Phooka was new to their group. A stranger. There was no logical reason for Quaraun to defend him. But he was BoomFuzzy. Back from the dead. Of this Quaraun was certain. And now that BoomFuzzy was back alive, he would not lose BoomFuzzy again.

 “They both used you,” BeaLuna continued to yell at Quaraun. “BoomFuzzy and now him. He used you because, you’re so stupid that it’s easy for people to take advantage of you. Your father was right about him. He was a really bad person and your father was right to want to get you away from him."

"You agreed with my father?" Quaraun asked, quietly, looking at BeaLuna for the first time since she had started yelling at him. 

“We all agreed with your father.”

“No one hated BoomFuzzy more then my father did.”

Quaraun was used to being belittled, put down, teased, and called stupid by everyone around him. He’d grown up with the entire Moon Elf village treating him that way. His entire childhood had been spent, burying his nose in magic books to try to pretend he couldn’t hear the person beside him calling him stupid and retarded. 

Had Quaraun lived in a time when such things were known, doctors would have told his friends that Quaraun had Autism, and he excelled in silently sitting in one spot for hours on end not crying or showing any emotion at all while people told him he was stupid. People thought their words had no effect on him, because he sat silent, not crying, not showing any emotion at all. But inside he was screaming. Inside he felt like they were tearing him apart. Inside he wanted to tear their tongues out of their thoughts and make them shut up. But no one had belittled him more than his father. It hurt when people called him stupid, but it was soul crushing when it father had done it. He tried shutting out most of BeaLuna’s cruel words now, until she brought up his father.

BeaLuna continued to scream and yell, but Quaraun was no longer hearing it. His thoughts were thrown back to his childhood and the horrible abuse he had received at the hands of his father. Then his thoughts went to BoomFuzzy. No one had hated BoomFuzzy more then Quaraun's father had done.

"You agreed with my father?" Quaraun said again, this time to himself.

"Yes. On BoomFuzzy I did. And I'd agree with him on this too. He'd hate Unicorn and you know it. He'd hate that you were sharing your bed with this vile, perverted creature."

"My father was evil."

“No. Quaraun. He wasn’t.”

“He hated me.”

“No, Quaraun, he didn't.”

“He wanted me dead.”

"Quaraun, your father cared about you. He wanted a better life for you, then the one you were chasing after. He wouldn't want to see you wasting your life worrying about a trampy fuck-crazy Phooka who ain't worth a piece of shit. You used to have a mission and a purpose, until you met him, and now all you do is lean over and let that thing fuck you. You used to travel to help villages from the Lich Lords, now all you do is not travel for weeks because he's too old to be travelling and can't keep up, so we have to stop and pamper him. What you really need to do is find a healer, and then leave him there so you can get on with your life without this interruption in the way of everything."

“He reminds me of BoomFuzzy.”

“Quaraun, he's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“Quaraun, you need to care, you're just gonna get hurt again.”

“I want BoomFuzzy.”

“He's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“You need to care...”

“I love him.”

“Quaraun, why aren't you listening to me?”

“I AM listening to you. For the first time. I am hearing you. You hated BoomFuzzy just like everyone else did. I thought you were my friend. You’re just like everyone else. I don't want to hear you any more, you're annoying me.”

“He's not BoomFuzzy.”

“I don't care.”

“You're father would have cared.”

“I don't care what my father would have thought.”

“You're father didn't want you throwing your life away and I don't either.”

“He hated BoomFuzzy.”

“Quaraun, BoomFuzzy was evil. Your father didn’t want you hanging around with evil wizards.”

“He was not evil.”

“Yes he was.”

“You hated BoomFuzzy?”

“No, Quaraun. I hated the way he was using you.”

“You hate Unicorn.”

“Yes, I can't stand, Unicorn.”

“You hated BoomFuzzy and you hate Unicorn.”

“Quaraun, that is not BoomFuzzy, that thing is a monster. He's not even a person. He just morphs into that form to blend in. He's a monster. An actual monster. You know that. You've seen his natural form. You're the only one who really knows what he looks like. Quaraun, you KNOW he's not BoomFuzzy. You know he's not even remotely a person.”

“I was there, when BoomFuzzy died. I saw what he turned into after the illusions were gone. BoomFuzzy was a Unicorn. I know what he really is.  BoomFuzzy was a horse,” Quaraun turned and pointed to Unicorn. “He's a horse.”

“He's an animal!”

“He's a Unicorn.”

“He's a vile, filthy, perverted monster.”

“BeaLuna, leave him alone!”

Quaraun was yelling now. He was losing his patience with BeaLuna.

“You need him out of your life.”

“He's sick. He needs our help.”

“He's evil.”

“He's not evil.”

“He's a monster, Quaraun.”

“I don't care what he is. I love him.”

“You don't love him, Quaraun. You love the idea of him. You love the fact that he reminds you of BoomFuzzy. You only want him around because he's a shapeshifter and he can be BoomFuzzy for you. He can be BoomFuzzy in bed for you and that's what you really want. He can be anything or anyone you want him to be and you want BoomFuzzy and he's doing that for you. But he's not BoomFuzzy, Quaraun.”

“I don't care, BeaLuna.”

“You should. You should care. He's just using you for sex. He knows how sad you are without BoomFuzzy and he's using that to get in bed with you. He's pretending to be something he's not, so he can take advantage of you.”

“I don't care if he is. I am happy with this. I like this. I like him. I like bedding with him and shouldn't matter to you who I bed with. It's none of your business.”

“I care about you.”

“I know you do. But I'm never going to bed with you. I do not like females and you should know that by now. I'm never going to bed with you BeaLuna, you need to accept that.”

“You shouldn't be bedding with him!”

“BeaLuna...”

“Quaraun what are you gonna do when he dies?”

“He won't die.”

“Yes he will. Quaraun look at him. You said it yourself. He's old. He's sick. He can't get around on his own. We can't travel any more because he can't keep up. You want to end your quest to help people, so we can go out of our way, around the world, to find him a healer.”

“How is that not still me helping someone?”

“Because he's not someone. He's not any one. He's not anything at all. He's just a Phooka. He's a monster, that doesn't deserve to live in the first place. We'd all be better off if you just left him here and let him die.”

“I'm not leaving him behind.” 

“Quaraun, he’s a monster. We kill monsters. Fighting monsters is what we do. Normally we’d kill a Phooka. This one got in your head. He’s playing mind tricks on you. He’s pretending to be BoomFuzzy so you won’t kill him. Why can’t you see that? He’s disrupted our lives.”

Quaraun stared at Unicorn who was sitting on the ground, sullen and silent. While he usually joked about these things and tried to laugh at them, the things BeaLuna said to and about him, did hurt his feelings, and these past few weeks he was becoming too ill, too weak, to laugh them off any more. Right now, the Phooka was crying. Quaraun couldn't remember ever having seen Unicorn cry before.

"She do be right," Unicorn whispered hoarsely. "I has disrupted yar life.”

“No,” Quaraun answered. “You haven’t.”

“They hates me un they'll convince ya to leave me behind. No one ever stand by a Phooka long. I is used to it. It is why BoomFuzzy did died. Him could not take it no more. No one ever loves Phooka. We have to hide what we are if we wants to live with others. BoomFuzzy pretended to be Moon Elf, because it were the only way him could enter Elven village without being killit on sight. I has destroyed ya life."

Quaraun knelt beside the old Phooka and hugged him.

"No. You gave my life a meaning. It's alright," said Quaraun as he kissed the Phooka's face. "Don't listen to her. Their words mean nothing to me. Ignore the naysayers, it’s the only way you can make from one day to the next when you are different like we are. I know I’m not smart, but that doesn’t stop people from telling me I’m stupid every chance they can get. You have to learn to turn a blind eye to your pain and a deaf ear to their cruel words. They don’t care how much they hurt others or they couldn’t say the things they do. They think because I’m not smart, I have no feelings to hurt. They think because I don’t cry, I’m not hurting. The people who every day said bad things about BoomFuzzy, where the same ones who every day, said bad things about me. That’s why I liked BoomFuzzy, because he understood my pain. He suffered at the sharp end of their tongues with me. Don’t cry, Unicorn. When you cry, they win. They know they’ve hurt yo. Don’t let them know their words hurt. Just turn around and walk away. That’s what I’ve done my whole life. I learned that as a children, I’d have killed myself, the same way BoomFuzzy did, centuries ago, if I hadn’t taught myself, to ignore pain. Just like BoomFuzzy, the bullies who tease you are the same bullies who tease me. You're the only thing important to me any more. and right now you're sick, we need to find you a healer. Don't worry. I won't leave you behind. I'll never leave you. We both need each other."

Volume 8: Into The Swamp Of Death

Quaraun wakes up in The Mournful Lamb Inn, with no memory of who he is or how he got there. Every one tells him he arrived covered in blood and collapsed, but no one can answer any other questions, save a gargoyle-like beast of a vampire, who tells Quaraun he is dead by suicide and wanders through the Swamp of Death, the holding ground between life and death, heaven and hell. The holding grounds for people too good for hell but too evil for heaven, as well as the place where lost souls wander until they can be set free: The Mournful Lamb being the resting place for murder victims and suicide victims.

Confused and alone, Quaraun tries to leave the inn, only to discover a vast barrier around it prevents any one inside from getting out.

The vampire tells him the only way out is to look into his own memories and seek out the truth: seek for the three friends, who never travelled with you, answer the question: why do always travel alone.

Unlocking his past reveal a horrifying truth: BeaLuna the Gnome, Bullgaar the Dwarf, and BoomFuzzy the Unicorn were never there - figments of his warped imagination or ghosts of the past, he can't tell which, but in all this time no one but Quaraun has ever seen any of them, for they are all ghosts who now haunt their murderer.

TRIGGER WARNING

This novel is about a murder-suicide, in which the suicide victim is found still alive. 

This novel contains references to and graphic depictions of cutting, intentional drug overdose, suicide attempts, dismemberment, murder, and beheadings.

Some of these scenes are included in the free-to-read-online sample chapters.

Reader discretion is advised.

Possibly NSFW

BDSM YAOI

TORTURE PORN

BARBED KNOTTING WARNING

This novel contains one of the most graphically detailed and brutally violent CBT barbed-knotting torture/sex/rape scenes of the entire series. No part of this scene is available free-to-read online.

Reader discretion is strongly advised.

NSFW

The sample chapters listed below equal about 1/10th of the novel. No additional chapters will be made available free to read online.

The Mournful Lamb Inn


Everyone Is Dead?


Where Are Your Friends?


The Valley of the Katopas (Part 1)


The Valley of the Katopas (Part 2)


The Beginning of the End


The Witch Massimara Of Mount Yenka


Psychotic Dead Things


Six Days Earlier


There is no Mournful Lamb Inn


The Swamp of Death


TYPE: Long Novella/Short Novel

WORD COUNT: 61,449 words

PAGE COUNT: 164 printed paperback pages

POINT OF VIEW: third person; Quaraun’s point of view usually; a few times from Unicorn’s

HAPPY EVER AFTER? no, this volume does NOT have a happy ending; character death ending

CLIFFHANGER ENDING: Yes. Sort of. Almost. This volumes ends with a sort of “To Be Continued...” that doesn’t actually continue

CONTINUING SERIAL? Yes; this is volume 8 of 130

INTERRACIAL COUPLES? Yes; a white skinned cross-dressing male Elf and his black skinned male Phooka lover.

Genre: Dark Fantasy > Sword & Sorcery > Bizzarro > Literary

LITERARY FICTION WARNING: This entire series is Slice of Life Vignette Literary Fiction, meaning there’s a lot of dialogue, a lot of talking, a lot of thinking, a lot of monologue, and a lot of emotional introspective, but not much action going on in this heavily character driven series. Each story is a narrow focused look at a single event (often a single day or hour) in Quaraun's life.





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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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