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Quaraun The Insane:
Volume 3 
(usually - I keep renumbering these)
BoomFuzzy

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

BoomFuzzy

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion



By Wendy C Allen




BoomFuzzy

The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion

 BoomFuzzy got off the wounded Elf and began stroking his long silver hair, smoothing out the knots and tangles. He desperately wanted to fuck the Elf, but he knew if he did so right now, Quaraun would never trust him again. Quaraun would probably never trust anyone again. Quaraun's spirit was broken. BoomFuzzy could see how easy it would be to take Quaraun right now and do whatever he wanted to him, but it would be a horrible final blow to an Elf, after been outed by his clan, to then be raped by a Faerie. It would shatter whatever little Quaraun had left of his already broken ego.

A broken Elf was a rare thing. Elves were strong and proud and stood rigorous showing no emotion. The Moon Elves had been slowly chipping away Quaraun's self esteem for many years now, and they had finally shattered every last shred of dignity he had.

"Do no cry. I will not rape ya. Ya'll forever be terrified of me if I do. I does no want that. I want to be inside of ya, but I want ya to want it with me."

BoomFuzzy gently picked Quaraun up and cradled him in his arms.

"My poor little Elf. What has they done to ya?"



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 ~o0o~


BoomFuzzy shut down the candy store and spent his days trying to calm the increasingly erratic and deeply traumatized Elf. A vast barrier went up around the gingerbread house and try as they did, no one could get near BoomFuzzy's yard, as monstrous sharp fanged plants, sprouting bloodthirsty blossoms grew around the yard, snapping up and swallowing whole any Elf that got within reach.

The house itself came alive, no longer a gingerbread house, but now a vast flesh eating, grey stone mansion, it's windows glowing red eyes, it's door snarling, snapping jaws, it's bleeding walls crumbling and flattening any Elf foolish enough to get close. Tall towering pine trees uprooted themselves and thundered around the edge of the forest, stepping on and crushing like ants, any Elf they saw.

The Moon Elves shrunk back from the Frozen Forest in terror as they realized the horrifying truth, that a Phooka had taken up residence in their midsts and the only reason he was not killing every one of them because he was too busy taking care of the dying Di'Jinn wizard.


~o0o~


 BeaLuna rarely visited the Moon Elves in winter. Winter made travel between the mountains treacherous and the blizzard snows were thick this year. Having been trapped with the Moon Elves for many months, it was not until late summer, into early fall, when the Gnome returned to visit the Moon Elves again.

News of what had happened to Quaraun did not reach the Gnome village, for no Moon Elf dares leave their homes. Gibedon's army had surrounded the valley. Thousands of Phookas, Dark Elves, and undead beasts were camped all around them. Terror seized the Moon Elves as they waited, not knowing why the army did not attack. And while they knew the Elves whom had taken Quaraun into the forest were dead, they did not know that it had been BoomFuzzy whom had killed them, nor did they know that it was BoomFuzzy himself, who was holding the army back.

The King, being a Thullid and not a Moon Elf, had searched through the mind waves of locals to find the Phooka and briefly found him in BoomFuzzy's head, but the Phooka, sensing a Thullid breaking through his thoughts, put up a barrier and the king could probe the Phooka's mind no more.

So when a few months later, BeaLuna did visit the Moon Elves, she was meet with much contempt and not certain as to why. No Moon Elf would speak to her. Many slammed their doors or crossed the street to avoid her, when they saw her.

While the Gnomes did not consider themselves to be Faeries, the Elves classified Gnomes as a type of Fae race, and right now, any Faerie setting foot in the Moon Elf village was not welcomed.







 BeaLuna had always been meet with disdain by the haughty Moon Elves, but never like this before. Something was wrong and she knew it. She feared it. She never felt fear walking through the streets of the Moon Elf village before, but now she did.

At the palace, things were not any better. Few Elves acknowledged her existence, most acting as though she were not there. Any friend of Quaraun's was not welcomed in the village right now, any his Fae friends even less so.

BeaLuna felt uneasy and puzzled as she made her way through the Moon Elf village to the palace.

"Quaraun is not here," the king told the Gnome when she inquired to his whereabouts.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know. And I don't think any one around here really cares."

"What happened? Why is everyone acting so... strange?"

"We have laws, BeaLuna and Quaraun has been breaking a lot of them. I like Quaraun. I always have and I indulged him, allowed him the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Personally, I don't really care about many of the ancient laws, nor do I enforce them. However, my brother does and most of the village supports my brother's way of thinking, not mine. They decided that Quaraun had broken too many of the ancient laws and it was high time someone taught him a lesson and made an example of him to prevent others from following in his footsteps, so they took the law into their own hands."

"What do you mean? What did they do?"

"Public execution., by long and slow torture."

"Execution? Is he dead?"

"He was still alive last time I saw him. In a pitiful state, badly injured. They stoned him, beat him, tortured him, castrated him, I'm told the old candy maker broke it up, killed several of the villagers, and took Quaraun with him. Poor Quaraun. I'm not even sure he's still alive. I can no longer feel his bond to the village. Whatever bond he had to the community is gone. There is no more psychic connection between him and us, which means either he's dead, or his mind and soul are seriously broken. I tried to stop them, but a king has no power against an angry mob. When I last saw my nephew, he was in very bad shape, bones broken, flesh mutilated, skin ripped off, gaping wounds ripped through his body. If he lives, I doubt he'll ever fully recover. Poor thing. He would have made a good king. He was just and fair with everyone, didn't judge people by their race or social standing, he had a chance to go free and let someone else take his place, but he would not allow an innocent to take his punishment for him, we needed a king like him. If he does live and I die and he takes my throne, the people will never listen to him now. The kingdom will fall into anarchy upon my death."

"If Quaraun's with BoomFuzzy, did BoomFuzzy leave the village?"

"Not as far as I know."

"You said, you didn't..."

"BoomFuzzy has put a curse on the village."



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 "Has anyone gone to the gingerbread house to find out if they're there?"

The king gave a small nervous smile, one that suggested great fear.

"BoomFuzzy is a Phooka. An Elf Eater from Pepper Valley and a Necromancer. Likely King Gwallmaiic himself."

"Quaraun has actually said that to me on multiple occasions, but that doesn't answer my question."

"Whatever spell BoomFuzzy put on the villagers when he arrived, is broken, or changed."

"Meaning?"

"It's not a gingerbread house that sits at the edge of the forest any more."

"What is there now?"

"The villagers are calling it The Twighlight Manor. It's a huge stone mansion, that comes alive and eats anyone who gets near it. No one has dared get close to the forest... the trees have grown by hundreds of feet, and any one getting within reach, gets caught and devoured. The edge of the forest is full of dead Elves, hanging, torn and bloody from the branches of the trees. This is why Elves don't like Faeries. This is what Faeries do when they are angry and BoomFuzzy is angry at us right now. It seems, that in spite of what he is and what he does, he really did love Quaraun and is fiercely protecting him right now. I believe Quaraun is still alive. And I believe BoomFuzzy is keeping the army held back as long as Quaraun lives. I think, the moment Quaraun dies, Gibedon's army will fall upon us and kill us all."


~o0o~


BeaLuna made her way to the gingerbread house and as the Moon Elf King had said, the little cabin made of cake and candy was gone, replaced with a huge five story tall granite block mansion, that stretched on for acres to either side, circling back like a horseshoe with two large, long wings stretching out behind it into the forest. The front door, opened up into a tooth filled mouth, snarling and growling like a rabid wolf. The windows above the tooth filled door, glowed angrily as burning eyes full of rage. All around the building, tall thorn covered vines lashed like whips, reaching out and snatching up any creature that got in their reach. Several dead Elves, deer, birds, squirrels, and rabbits swung from the slithering branches of the huge thorny vines.

"Wow! Quaraun was right. BoomFuzzy really is a Faerie wizard."

It occurred to BeaLuna that if Quaraun was right about everything he had said about BoomFuzzy, then none of this was real and all of it was an illusion, and an illusion could only kill you if you believed it was real, and so, she closed her eyes and walked forward into the monstrous flesh eating house and hoped to find the gingerbread house still standing on the other side of the tooth filled doorway.

"BoomFuzzy?" BeaLuna called out as she walked through the cold, echoing halls of the vast mansion.

"How did ya get in here?" The Phooka asked as he appeared behind the Gnome.

BeaLuna stepped back startled, by the man she saw. BoomFuzzy had always appeared as a Moon Elf to her, but now he looked like a Human, with very dark nearly black, brown skin, horrific sharp fangs grew from his mouth, protruding over his lips, tall gazelle horns growing from his forehead, towering back over his head, several feet tall, and the many inches long, razor sharp eagle claws, Quaraun had described seeing before, gleamed from his long thin fingertips. His wild mass of dread locks was still the same, except now they were black instead of white, and instead of chocolate brown velvet robes, he was clothed in the skins of dead Elves trimmed in luxuriant black furs.

"You're a Phooka!"

"Aye."

"You're the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley," the little Gnome exclaimed fearfully.

"I am. What do ya want?"

"Are you BoomFuzzy?"

"Aye."

"You look... different."



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 "Ya saw an illusion before. This is me as I am. What does ya want?"

"Is this how Quaraun sees you?"

"Aye. He always saw the truth. He never saw the illusion. What does ya want?"

"But... you're... you're a Demon!"

"No. I am a Faerie. What does ya want?"

"I was looking for Quaraun... I thought he'd be here... but the gingerbread house and the vines and..."

"Him be here."

"Can I see him?"

"Aye. Ya mean him no harm, otherwise ya would not have made it in here."

"BoomFuzzy?"

"Me name is Gwallmaiic."

"Okay... uhm... what happened?"

"The Moon Elves tried to kill Quaraun. They nearly succeeded."

"Is he alright?"

"No."

BeaLuna followed the Phooka to the room where Quaraun lay sleeping.

"Him were suffering. I puts him into a deep sleep until hims body can be able to heal. He will no wake up, nor will he hear ya. I put him in a sleeping trance, him would be dead now, otherwise."

"What did they do to him?"

"Everything they could tinks of. I did'na know it was happening or I would of stopped it sooner. Me poor wee Elf. His body will heal, but I fear his mind is broken. Him were in a bad state when I brought him here."

BoomFuzzy sat in a chair beside the bed and stroked the Elf's long silver hair.

"Him will sleep for mony weeks."







 "Why are you doing this?"

"Explain?"

"Helping him."

"Why would I not?"

"You're the Elf Eater of Pepper Valley."

"Aye."

"You've slaughtered millions of Elves"

"Aye."

"Elves all over the planet live in terrorized fear of you."

"They does."

"You eat Elves."

"I do."

"He's an Elf."

"He is."

"Then why are you helping him?"

"I love him. That were not a lie a BeaLuna. I really do love him."

"Why?"

"Love needs not a reason. It just happens."

"But he's an Elf and you're... you're... you."

"I know."

"How did you fall in love with him? He's... he's... he's kind of stupid."

The Elf Eater laughed.

"I tinks his being stupid might have had a lot to do with it. Poor little Elf, he's too stupid to live. I tried for years to catch him. Decades. I never met an Elf that so effectively eluded capture before. It went on for decades. I spent 30, 40, 50 years trying to catch him and stupid dumb luck saved the poor fool's life every time. Then I went and got caught by Humans. I got so caught up in trying to find a way to capture this silly little Elf that I got careless and got caught by Humans. They tortured me. Kept me alive for weeks, torturing me until I wished they would just kill me and get it over with and who should come along and save my life, but him. Stupidest Elf on the planet. Here I am spending decades trying to eet him and he goes and saves me life. I did'na know what to do with him after that. Moved on, went back to killing other Elves, but could'na get him out of me head. Then the Di'Jinn round up a whole herd of Phookas and slaughter them and Quaraun just stood there. He was horrified. He loves horses, especially unicorns, and in our true form that's what we are. We Phookas, we are little black horses, with shiny silver horns. We live in rivers and swamps and marshes and wells and pretend to be wounded to lure in unsuspecting victims. Once we get them on our backs, we sprout tentacles, to howld them on and gallop back to our water and gleefully drown them then devour their flesh. Most Phookas go after Humans, they being so plentiful, but me, I aquired a taste for Elf flesh. '



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 "For decades, every day, Quaraun would come down to the river to watch a little herd of black ponies. We tried very hard to get him to ride us, but he never would. It isn't in him to capture a horse and make it a slave beast of burden. No, instead he brought us carrots and apples and cucumbers and sugar cubes and apricots. brushed our manes, braided our tails, curried our fur, plucked out the briers and burs, scratched our noses. He didn't know what we were. He was just a sweet innocent lil' Elf who loved horses.'

"One day the Di'Jinn saw where he went each morning, saw the horses and knew what they were. Knew that it were a herd of Phookas. They feared we would eat their precious prized Thullid infested Moon Elf and so they gathered up every last pony they could capture, and made the little Elf watch, while they burned them alive. Poor Quaraun. He loved those horses so much and he was helpless to stop the Di'Jinn wizards from killing them. Do ya know why he came back to the Moon Elf village? did he ever tell ya?"

"He said the Di'Jinn sent him home."

"There are no more Di'Jinn."

"What do you mean?"

"They did'na send him home."

"Then why'd he leave them?"

"He murdered them."

"Quaraun wouldn't do that. He couldn't kill anything. He's not like that."

"I saw him do it. After the horses were dead. He just stood there. There was nothing on his face. No emotion. No pain. No anger. No sadness. Nothing. Just a dead, empty look in his eyes as he stared at the smouldering ashes, watching the charred bones of the poor dead horses. Then he spoke: 'You killed my horses,' it was all he said. The Di'Jinn told him, they were not horses, they were monsters, disguised as horses, planning to kill him and eat him. The Di'Jinn told Quaraun, 'We saved your life,' and Quaraun said it again: 'You killed my horses.' There was no emotion in his voice at all. He was na angry, no sad, nothing. The Di'Jinn told him, one day he would understand, told him," it's time to go home now," and he said 'I have no home. The Moon Elves sent me away. They sent me to live with you and you killed my horses.' And then I saw it and I did'na understand it, for Thullids are emotionless beings. They fear nothing. There is no power that can defeat them. But the squids turned and stared in stricken horror at the little Thullid infested Moon Elf, and then they ran. ... The most feared wizards of all time... the DiJinn... they ran...

 The Di'Jinn ran in terror, but they did'na get far, before they burst into flames, and in the blink of an eye, every last Di'Jinn lay smouldering bone and ash, just as dead as horses. Quaraun killit dem deid. He killit deid every last one of them, and he did it without lifting a finger. And then he walked home. He walked all the way from Persia to the sea, got on a boat, sailed back to Quebec, and walked back here to the Deep North, and told the Moon Elves, the Di'Jinn sent him home. And I followed him. And now here we are."

"You're saying Quaraun can do psyonic mind magic?"

"I'm saying Quaraun is not a Moon Elf. He be a Thullid. An Elder Brain from the deep. Him is a Thullid, feared by the other Thullids. And when he wakes up, the Moon Elves better pray he forgifes them, otherwise they are gonna die and there won't be one one damned thing they can do to stop him."

"So because he's some kind of monster, you've fallen in love with him?"

"I am the power hungry war lord. I admit it. I has conquered nations. I slaughtered kings and took their thrones. I made meself king over all the realms of Fae. I fear nothing and no one... Yet I fear him. He does not know the power he has. He be very stupid, innocent, kind.... he has the power of a god and with it, the power to crush empires. Left to his own, he would create a loving a beautiful world, but he is different and people fear him on that alone, and they hurt him, shun him, cast him out, exclude him... and now, they have tried to kill him. Ya did no see the state he was in. Such horror, such fear, such terror. The wild, crazed trauma that was surging through his mind. I dread the day, he realizes the power he has and that fear, turns to hate, for in that day, the Moon Elves will die and the whole world may die with them."

BeaLuna did not believe BoomFuzzy's words, but she agreed with his madness rather then tell him that she thought him to be a raving lunatic.

The Gnome stayed for a week, but when it became apparent that it would be many weeks, perhaps even months before Quaraun woke up, she returned to her village, asking BoomFuzzy to send for her, if Quaraun woke up.

Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and it was nearly a year before Quaraun's body had healed enough for BoomFuzzy to dare lift the spell that had kept the Elf in his extended sleep.


~o0o~







 ~o0o~


Months had past and Quaraun remained glum and silent. His injuries were mostly healed, though he now walked with a limp as a result of the loss of circulation to his leg and the damage done to his hip joint. He stayed with BoomFuzzy, not daring to return to the castle nor walk into the village. He became nervous and skittish, jumping at every sound, flinching at every shadow. He trembled in fear at the buzzing sound of mosquitoes, and ran in terror of the sight of water. Quaraun had always been a jittery Elf, but BoomFuzzy had never seen him like this before. He was terrified of everything now. Every sight, every sound, sent Quaraun scampering for a dark corner to hide in. Quaraun wouldn't eat on his own and when BoomFuzzy tried to feed him, Quaraun cowered on the floor too terrified to touch the food. Quaraun was losing weight and growing very thin.

While Quaraun was still in bed, recovering from his injuries, the Phooka's army returned. The army camped out in the forest along the outskirts of the Moon Elf village. Two of the Phooka's men went to the gingerbread out to find their king and get new orders. Dark Elf Gibedon and Leprechaun FarDarrig had been gone with the Phookan army several years and both were surprised to see the change which had come over their king.

King Gwallmaiic, was doting on the injured Moon Elf and fussing over his wounds. He would hear no word again Quaraun and became violent towards his men if they said anything against the frail young Elf. It was more then apparent that their fierce, blood thirsty, Elf murdering king had fallen in love with the sick Elf and it worried them.

Gwallmaiic often took Elf companions, used them for a few years and then killed them. The fact that he had gone after Quaraun and built the BoomFuzzy illusion to get the Elf to trust him, was nothing unusual for their king. He did something like this at every Elven village. But this time was different and it worried his men to see him becoming so emotionally involved in the well being of an Elf.

The Dark Elf, Gibedon had been the only Elf King Gwallmaiic had ever let live, and that was only because of Gibedon's own fierce hatred of Elves. For several weeks, Gibedon stormed glumly around the gingerbread house, complaining about Quaraun and trying to convince Gwallmaiic/BoomFuzzy that the sick Elf was not worth the trouble or the effort it was taking to restore his health. BoomFuzzy would hear nothing of it and pushed Gibedon out of the house.

Gibedon frightened Quaraun. Everything frightened Quaraun these days. His irrational phobias and paranoid fear of everything had spiralled out of control. The entire Moon Elf village had turned on him. They had cruelly tortured him and tried to kill him. The poor Elf could not get that out of his head. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't eat. He couldn't rest. Everything sent him running, screaming frantically for someplace to hide. Every shadow. Every sound. Only in BoomFuzzy's arms did Quaraun feel safe now, but now with Gibedon here, BoomFuzzy had changed. He was becoming more and more irritable. His temper flaring. Quaraun quickly began to realize that Gibedon and Gwallmaiic had been lovers and Gibedon was jealous of BoomFuzzy's new found toy, Quaraun.

 "You baby him," Gibedon said angrily to BoomFuzzy.

"He is a baby," BoomFuzzy snarled back. "And ya'll not touch him."

"You was my lover..."

"And now I is his. Deal with it."

"What do you see in him?"

"More then I ever saw in ya."

"You think he's something special don't you?"

"Does no matter to ya what I thinks of him."

"I say throw him back to the Moon Elves, let them tear him apart. Drive them into a blood frenzy, then we can kill them all while they are too busy killing him."

"No."

"Why?"

"Ya'll not harm him. No one will harm me Elf."

"You can't replace me with that sick, cowardly weakling."

"I already dids."

"Why?"

"Because he loves me and ya does not, ya never did, ya never will."

"Love isn't an Elven emotion."

"I know, that be why he has it. He be not an Elf."

"Oh don't start with that again. THAT is not a Thullid demigod. That is not a Thullid at all. It's just a sick Moon Elf that if left on it's own won't make it to the end of the week."

Gibedon grabbed Quaraun's arm and dragged him across the room.

"THIS is NOT a Thullid!" Gibedon roared at BoomFuzzy as he shook the frightened Moon Elf.

"Let go of him."

"Gladly." Gibedon reached for the cellar door and tossed Quaraun down the stairs.

"How dare ya!" BoomFuzzy pushed Gibedon aside and ran down the stairs to see if Quaraun was all right. "Ya bastard. Leave me Elf alone."

BoomFuzzy gently cradled the Elf in his arms, kissing his cheek. Quaraun's eyes drifted closed and he stifled a moan in his throat as he thought of soft Phookan skin nestled against his body. Warm. Naked. Hard muscled. Pulsing with all that he desired. Gibedon was already enraged, and seeing BoomFuzzy kiss the Moon Elf sent him over the edge into a violent fury. Gibedon tore the Elf from BoomFuzzy's arms and slammed him into the wall, then turned on his leader. Gibedon grabbed BoomFuzzy this time and threw him back against the other wall. BoomFuzzy immediately got back up and lunged for Gibedon's throat. The two Necromancers began fighting viciously.

Quaraun lay on the floor dazed, not really sure what was going on on the other side of the room. He heard a scream and turned his head to listen, uncertain who had screamed or why. He was dazed from his tumble down the stairs, and farther dazed by being slammed into the wall and was now laying on his back on the floor staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the blue stars, pink jellyfish, and purple unicorns to stop dancing around in splashed rainbow of colours inside his head.







 BoomFuzzy was right. Quaraun was a Thullid. Not an Elf, but rather a small, tiny Jellyfish from Neptune's moon, living nestled safely away inside the Elf's brain. The Jellyfish had killed the Elf decades ago and was fully in control of it's body, thoughts, and actions. But the Jellyfish itself was weak. It had not skeleton, nor exoskeleton, and required the protection of the Elf's soft spongy brain to gently keep it's squishy, easily damaged jelly body safe from harm.

Gibedon had slammed the Elf's head against the stone wall very hard. Hard enough to jostle the Elf's brain against the side of his skull. Had the Elf not already been dead, the action would have killed him. However, the action did cause damage. The brain shouldn't move around inside it's skull, and therefor, the little Thullid should also not be moving around inside the Elf's skull. The vibrations of the brain being slammed against the skull, had likewise jostled the Jellyfish that lived inside the brain. Quaraun the Jellyfish, was now very dizzy and very shooken up and, with several tentacles torn off and broken, no longer fully attached to the nerves in the Elf's spinal column, Quaraun now found himself, unable to get up. While the Moon Elves had damaged the Elf's body, the Thullid itself had remained unharmed, but now the Thullid too was injured, and Quaraun was weaker now than he had been before, except, BoomFuzzy had no way of knowing this.

Quaraun tried honing in on the commotion that surrounded him, but he couldn't move and lay silent as fear grew inside him. His fears grew even more when he realized it was BoomFuzzy's cries that he heard. There were new riveting emotions of fear, Quaraun had not before known. His fears had always been for himself. His fear of others. But this fear was different. It was a fear which he felt at the sound of BoomFuzzy's cries of pain. Quaraun did not know what he had done, but Gibedon had hurt BoomFuzzy. Quaraun knew that BoomFuzzy was in truth, the infamous King Gwallmaiic, feared by millions for his horrific exploits, but he also knew that was while in youth. Gwallmaiic had committed his crimes himself, but now that he was old, that was no longer the case of the last few decades.

In recent years he sent his soldiers out to do his killings, while he set up shop in Elven villages and simply picked off weaker Elves one by one. The Phooka was old, arthritis hampered his ability to fight back, and cataracts blinded his silvery eyes. Gwallmaiic no longer had the strength to fight. This was why his soldiers fought in his stead now, and here was his most notorious warrior of all, the fierce Gibedon himself, now turning on the old king. It suddenly occurred to Quaraun, that in a one on one fight against Gibedon, BoomFuzzy didn't stand a chance, and though he could not see the fight raging on between the two, Quaraun, could tell from the weak, gasping moans the Phooka made, that BoomFuzzy had been very badly injured.







 Quaraun tried to turn to his side and push himself up, but as he did so, he felt a strange hand grasp his neck and he was suddenly forced upright against the wall, his feet not touching the ground as Gibedon now went after him.

"It would be so easy to kill you. Crush your scrawny throat right now with my bare hands."

"Stop it, Gibedon! Yis hurting him!" BoomFuzzy lunged at the angry Dark Elf and shoved Gibedon as hard as he could, knocking all three of them tumbling to the floor.

"You fucking, lying, back stabbing piece of shit Phooka!" Gibedon screamed as he stood and glared down at his long time lover. "You've sold out to him, haven't you?"

"I has sold out to no one."

"You've been obsessed with him ever since we lost you in the desert. I ought to kill the both of you. I'd be doing the world a favour, getting rid of you. Every one on the planet wants you dead, and if what you say about this piece of trash is true, the world will be asking why I didn't kill him while I had the chance."

"Ya'll not kill me Elf."

"What Elf? I thought you said he was a Thullid super power, waiting to hatch. The whole galaxy hates the Thullids and wishes every one of them would drop dead. They are nothing but vile monsters. When did you become a Thullid lover?"

"I does no fucking cares what he is. He loves me and that is what I want."

"I loved you."

"Ya know nothing of love Gibedon. Ya has been unfaithful to me since day one! The only thing ya loves is yarself and the idea of the glory that comes with being the lover of The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley. He did not know who was, and when he found out had no desire to join me for power and glory. He loves me. His love is pure."







 "And you love him?"

"Aye. I loves him, Gibedon. Now leave him be!"

"You loved me."

"I never loved ya. Not after I found out all ya wanted was power and glory. Ya never wanted me. I has only let ya stay with me, because I wanted a warm body in my bed."

"No!" Gibedon shook his head in disbelief.

Quaraun was no longer paying attention to the quarrelling lovers. His attention was now of a third figure that had appeared in the room. The new being stayed in the shadows, and motioned to Quaraun to come away from the fighting lovers. Quaraun didn't know why he obeyed, but something inside him told him he should trust this person and something else told him that Gibedon was working himself up into a frenzy and Quaraun should get far away from him. Quaraun was too dizzy to stand up yet, but crawled across the room and huddled against the wall farthest away from Gibedon and BoomFuzzy. The shadowy figure knelt beside him and whispered in his ear:

"Believe nothing you see from this point on and don't leave this room. Gibedon intends to kill you and BoomFuzzy. I will not let happen, but you must stay here."

The shadow figure disappeared and Quaraun was uncertain if he had imagined it or not.

Meanwhile the fight between Gibedon and BoomFuzzy had heightened.

"You and me need to talk, bitch!" Gibedon screamed at the Phooka.

Gibedon grabbed BoomFuzzy's arm and dragged him towards the stairs. BoomFuzzy made no attempt to fight this action and let Gibedon pull him away.

"No! BoomFuzzy! Please don't leave me!" Quaraun cried to the Phooka, sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

"It's ok," BoomFuzzy said, then disappeared up the stairwell with Gibedon.



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 Quaraun listened to them argue above him. The voices rose to the point he could almost make out what was said. He caught a word here and there and knew they were arguing over him. Gibedon was enraged that BoomFuzzy loved Quaraun rather than him. Both admitted to not loving the other but Gibedon maintained that love had nothing to do with it, they they were warriors and their relationship was all business and Quaraun was bad for the business of their war machine.


~o0o~


Quaraun was still trying to steady his dizziness and gain his bearings, when he heard BoomFuzzy yelp. It wasn't so much of a scream as it was the involuntary sound a body makes when the lungs are crushed under great force. Quaraun turned in the direction of the struggle and saw that Gibedon was holding the Phooka face down on the floor, his knee pressed hard against BoomFuzzy's back.

BoomFuzzy was a very small Faerie, much smaller the even Quaraun. He was barely five feet tall. Gibedon was big, a very large, well muscled warrior.

Having lived with the Phooka and served under him for decade, Gibedon knew the Illusionist's tricks. He'd trained his mind against the effects of the Faerie's spells and it put poor BoomFuzzy at a horrible disadvantage, because when push came to shove, he was not a fighter.

King Gwallmaiic was a wizard who had used illusions and trickery to win his battles. He snuck up on his victims when their guard was down. He had little training in combat and even when young, he had no physical advantage in fighting. And now his best fighter had turned on him and was holding him pinned down to the ground, one hand on the back of his head, the other twisted the old Phooka's arm behind his back. With his free arm BoomFuzzy was trying desperately to reach a glossy black dagger that had fallen to the floor and was a few feet in from of the two.

BoomFuzzy wailed as Gibedon forced his knee harder into the Faerie's back. Blood was pooling around the Phooka's body and Quaraun realized, Gibedon had run a knife through the Phooka's side. BoomFuzzy gasped desperately, trying to catch his breath, but Gibedon was crushing his rib cage and the Phooka couldn't breath.







 Without thinking, Quaraun scrambled across the floor, grabbed the dagger and then stood in front of Gibedon aiming it at him and not knowing what to do next. Gibedon burst out laughing and stood up, letting go of BoomFuzzy.

"You gonna try and fight me? I doubt you've ever even held a weapon before. You're nothing but a weak, sick, little wizard. Give me the dagger, Quaraun, before you hurt yourself with it."

BoomFuzzy lay on the floor gasping, trying to catch his breath, while clutching hold of the gaping wound in his belly. Quaraun watched the Phooka struggling in pain and for a moment took his attention away from Gibedon, long enough for Gibedon to lunge at the Elf and try to take the dagger from his hand. Quaraun jumped back, and continued to hold the strange dagger out away from himself, aiming the blade at Gibedon. Quaraun's breathing was escalated and becoming erratic. His head pounding as the room spun around him.

"You look like you're gonna pass out."

He felt like he was gonna pass out.

Gibedon laughed as he watched Quaraun stagger and try to catch himself. Quaraun grabbed hold of the staircase to steady himself. He hoped he wouldn't faint, but he wasn't confidant that he could stand up much longer. He didn't know what to do. BoomFuzzy was injured and he was still desperately ill himself. Neither of them stood a chance against the fierce Dark Elf warrior.

BoomFuzzy pulled himself up, and leaned heavily on the wall, still gasping for air.

"Give me the dagger, Quaraun," BoomFuzzy said between gasps. "Ya do'na know what it is. It has magic powers. Like a wand. Ya do'na how to use it, he'll kill ya fors it."

Quaraun turned to face BoomFuzzy, still holding the dagger in front of him, but now aiming it at BoomFuzzy. Gibedon stepped towards the frightened Elf, and Quaraun quickly spun back around aiming the dagger at the Dark Elf once again. Quaraun was trembling, his hand shaking so much, it looked as though he'd drop the dagger. Gibedon quickly ran for Quaraun, grabbing hold of his arm and trying to pull the dagger from his grape.

"Gibedon, don't!" BoomFuzzy yelled.



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 The two Elves struggled, Quaraun, for whatever reason, gripping the dagger tighter and refusing to let go of it, and Gibedon now clawing at the Moon Elf's hand, trying to pry his fingers off the dagger.

"Give me the dagger!" Gibedon screamed hysterically.

BoomFuzzy grabbed hold of Gibedon and tried to pull him off Quaraun.

"Let go of him, ya brute. He does'na know what it is."

All three men tumbled to the ground. In the struggle, Gibedon pulled the dagger from Quaraun's grasp and stabbed it into BoomFuzzy's rib cage. BoomFuzzy gasped and staggered, and pulled the dagger, back out. Blood from the second wound mingled with blood from the first wound below it.

No one really knew what happened next, or where Quaraun suddenly got his burst of energy from. Quaraun had no memory of what happened after BoomFuzzy was stabbed, and BoomFuzzy was too close to passing out from blood lose to really know what had happened. But when Quaraun saw Gibedon plunge the dagger through BoomFuzzy's chest, Quaraun suddenly lunged on the Dark Elf, pulled the dagger from BoomFuzzy's had and began stabbing it over and over again into Gibedon's throat.







 BoomFuzzy leaned back on the wall and slid down to the floor, watching in awe and horror as Quaraun sliced through Gibedon's neck with a blood frenzied abandon, unlike anything he'd ever seen. In a wild, crazed fury, Quaraun simply slashed the Dark Elf's throat again and again and again and again, until many dozens of slashes later, Quaraun was holding Gibedon's head. Gibedon's body had fallen away and slumped to the ground. Quaraun's entire body gleamed red with Gibedon's blood.

There was a dead silence in the room as BoomFuzzy watched Quaraun and waited for the Moon Elf to have some reaction to what he'd just done.

Quaraun held up the severed head and stared at it, not sure what to do with it.

Then he looked down at the dagger in his other hand. The entire thing was made out of a single solid piece of polished, carved obsidian, it's hilt embedded with several tear doped shape rubies that eerily resembled drops of blood dripping down the hilt.

"It be cursed," BoomFuzzy said at last, breaking the unnerving silence.

Quaraun turned and stared at the Phooka.

"It belonged to me father," BoomFuzzy continued. "He was a Necromancer un a Demonologist. The dagger is possessed. It has that effect on people. Makes them kill. Gifes them the power to kill. Ya can kill anything with it. Zombies, vampires, liches. It kills the living un the undead. It be quiet the artifact. Gibedon's been trying to get it from me for years. It the only real reason him stayed with me. He never loved me. He just wanted the dagger. I guess it did nae want him. When it likes someone, it kind of draws itself to them, mesmerizes them un just takes over. And when it does'na like someone, it... well... it did'na like Gibedon. It likes you. I can'na say I has ever seen any one able to use it so well as ya do. It likes ya a lot. Ya should keep it. I have two. It was part of a matched set."

Quaraun said nothing, he just stood frozen in place and stared back and forth first at the severed head and then at the dagger for several minutes. Then he dropped them both and ran to the side of the room vomiting and passed out.







 ~o0o~


When he woke up again, Quaraun found himself in bed with BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy was asleep, his arms wrapped around the Elf. Quaraun lay silent, thinking about BoomFuzzy and Gibedon and the jewelled, black dagger. After a while he felt BoomFuzzy stir.

"Are you awake?"

"Aye. Somewhat."

"What happened?"

"Ya killit me Gibedon."

"I know. But how? Why?"

"Ya kind of went out of ya head un him did lost his head when ya did."

"I murdered him."

"Aye. Ya did. But ya saved me life. Again."

"I don't like hurting people."

"He would of killit us both deid."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"He was your lover."

"Gibedon was me toy. Ye be my lover."

"I don't let you fuck me."

"I know."

"Gibedon let you fuck him?"

"He did."

"You'll miss him."

"I wil'na."

"You were together a long time."

"Decades."

"What happens when you get bored with me?"

"Who says I will?"

"You've had a lot of lovers."

"Hundreds."

"You don't seem to stay with anyone long."

"I out live mosts of them. I is two thousand years old, ya know."

"What if I never let you fuck me?"

"We've been together 30 years so far un ya ain't let me fuck ya yet. I can live with it Quaraun. I like ya enough to live with it."

BoomFuzzy sat up and lit the lamp. He got up and gingerly changed the bandages on his wounds, then climbed back into the bed and sat watching Quaraun. Quaraun had not moved and was still staring at the wall.

 "It bothers ya that ya took a life, eh?"

"Yes."

"I like that about ya. Ya not evil. Gibedon was evil. Him killit without remorse."

"Will you replace me?"

"Replace ya?"

"After I die?"

"Ya be so yang Quaraun. Yis little more then an Elfling. Ya not even a hundred years old. Ya'll live mony hundreds of years yet. Do no tinks of death. Death is for the minds of old men."

"But you'll outlive me."

"I won't outlive ya, Quaraun."

"You can't know that."

BoomFuzzy looked down at the two wounds in his abdomen.

"I can."

"Do you think about death?"

"All the time."

"Why?"

"It's the one thing I fear."

Quaraun turned to look at BoomFuzzy.

"You're scared of death?"

"It terrifies me. I tinks about it all the time. It why I be a Necromancer. I do'na ever want to die."

"Everyone dies."

"I know. But I be a Faerie un we does no see death often."

"You've killed millions."

"Aye. I have. I take life from others so easily. Funny, how I fear my own death so much un tink so little of the deaths of others."

"Will you be sad when I die?"

"I won't live to see ya death, Quaraun."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'll die soon, Quaraun."

 "Why?"

"Because I'm going to kill myself."

Quaraun sat up and stared at BoomFuzzy.

"Why would you say that?"

"I am old un ill un going blind un now I is wounded un my wounds are infected. I'm in pain, Quaraun. I have been for a long time. It's why I take the drugs. Every step I take hurts, Quaraun. Me joints hurt. Me bones ache. Ya do'na know how much pain I is in."

"I don't want you to die."

BoomFuzzy touched Quaraun's face.

"I know un I thank ya for that. When I came here, I had no hope of ever knowing love. No ones ever loved me, Quaraun. They've all be like Gibedon, only with me because they wanted something. I was a stepping stone to something they wanted. Not one of them was ever with me, for me. Except ya. Ya has a sweet 'eart un an innocent mind. Ya love is pure."

"I can't bear the thought of either of us outliving the other."

BoomFuzzy reached out and touched the Elf's face.

"Ya'll outlive me by quite a lot."

"Why do you say that?"

"I is very old. My time grows short. Ya be very yang. Ya have mony centuries of life in ya yet."

"I love you."

"I know."

BoomFuzzy leaned down and kissed Quaraun.

The rest of this novel can be read here.

Volume 3: BoomFuzzy

Three Hundred years before Quaraun meet Unicorn in The Night of The Screaming Unicorn, he meet another Phooka, the same Phooka in another form, when an Elf eating candy-maker arrives in the Moon Elf Village and puts every one under a spell so that no one notices as villagers are one by one disappearing.

Young wizard Quaraun sees through the illusion, but instead of stopping it, helps the monster pick who to kill, and builds 13 phylacteries for the most infamous Lich making spell any wizard ever cast: the one that created the Thirteen Lich Lords, in the process falling in love with the leader of the Lich Lords, The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley himself.

Life is going good for the young wizard, until his best friend BeaLuna the Gnome alerts his father that there's more going on in the gingerbread house the making candy, and a mob of Moon Elves sets out to kill Quaraun in a public execution.

Enranged by the near murder of his lover, the illusions melt away revealing the Lich Lord and his innocent looking gingerbread house for the monsters they really are.

With the Twighlight Manor now threatening to eat every Elf in the village, the Moon Elves plot to destroy the suicidal Elf Eater and his sentient house, not realizing that worse things walked among then then Phooka's and Liches: a Thullid has taken up residence in the Pink Necromancer's head, remaining peacefully dormant until BoomFuzzy's death unleash's it's fury on them all.

TRIGGER WARNING:

Another of the stories banned by fanfiction.net in 2012, this one contains three controversial scenes:

The torture scene when Quaraun receives his sex altering injury.

The graphically detailed suicide of BoomFuzzy 

The bloody murder of Quaraun's four children.

By far the bloodiest story of the series, this novel contains disturbing details of death, abuse, torture, suicide, and murder and is considered to be Gorn.

As you follow the series along, you find that Unicorn's obsession with Quaraun reaches a point where Quaraun gives up and simply allows himself to be sexually abused, daily, for years on end, by the Unicorn, because he's realized he can't get away from the extremely obsessive creature that follows him every where he goes.

One of the most disturbing scenes of the entire series is in volume 3, BoomFuzzy, when it is revealed, just how long the Unicorn's obsession has been going on. While most of the series takes place when Quaraun is an adult and is actually quite old, the novel, BoomFuzzy, is a flashback, that takes place when Quaraun was a child. 

As a young boy, about 9 years old, Quaraun finds an injured pony, badly abused, shackled in chains, and locked in a cage. Not realizing the little innocent looking Shetland Pony, is actually a Phooka (a type of evil Faerie Horse), he sets it free. Phookas a viscous black unicorns, fire breathing monsters who skewer people on their horns, and take delight in crushing people to death under their hooves. There is no such thing as a good Phooka, and they are killed on sight whenever they are found. That the boy let him go free, puzzled the demonic beast.

The boy went back to his life. The Phooka followed him. From that point on, Quaraun could not escape the black Unicorn that followed his every move.

When Quaraun was age of 15, the Black Unicorn took on a humanoid form, that of a candy maker named BoomFuzzy, and set up shop in Quaraun's village. Luring children to his gingerbread house, the beast set out to killing and eating every one who got near his candy shop... except for Quaraun.

Quaraun was small, sick, and liked wearing dresses, resulting in his being bullied by the other boys in the village. When one day the bullying got out of hand and Quaraun was nearly killed, the Unicorn swept in and slaughtered the bullies, saving Quaraun's life, then taking the injurged boy back to the gingerbread house.

From there the BoomFuzzy story took a darker turn, as the young boy now finds himself, both well care for by a loving protector, and sexually abused by an obsessed stalker. The duel nature of BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, both comforts and terrifies Quaraun, as he finds himself safe and protected, while simultaneously abused and kept under strict control.

The rest of the BoomFuzzy novel becomes a self battle, with Quaraun, both loving and hating the Unicorn that both protects and hurts him.

At it's core, BoomFuzzy is a novel that takes a dark look into the effects of child abuse, sex slavery, and the confusion caused by being a child who is both loved and victimized by a psychopathic adult.

Quaraun remains with BoomFuzzy for 30 years, with their relationship rocky, as Quaraun finds himself wanting freedom to choose to love someone of his own choosing, and at the same time his not wanting to hurt the beast that truly does love him, but is incapable of showing that love in none abusive ways.

After 30 years, Quaraun leaves. He finally escapes the monster that held him captive and sexually abused him for 30 years. A few weeks later Quaraun marries his first wife. And the next day, BoomFuzzy kills himself.

Quaraun finds the body of the dead Unicorn 3 days later and is devastated, realizing that had he not married, BoomFuzzy would not have commit suicide.

The theme of Stockholm Syndrome pushes front and center into the series from that point on, with Quaraun torn between the guilt of having caused BoomFuzzy's death, and the wife he can not look at because without her, BoomFuzzy would still be alive.

The wife, seeing that her husband cares more for his childhood captive than he had let on, takes to bullying Quaraun, belittling BoomFuzzy's memory at every turn. Quaraun grows to hate his wife. The more his wife, puts down BoomFuzzy's memory, the more defensive Quaraun becomes in protecting BoomFuzzy's honor and denying that BoomFuzzy had spent years sexually abusing him.

As the years go on, Quaraun starts to forget he was BoomFuzzy's victim, he forgets that BoomFuzzy was a child rapist, he forgets that he had spent those years wanting freedom from his captive. His memories become warped and he starts to think of BoomFuzzy as a past lover. On the anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, Quaraun's wife writes a nursery-rhyme song, belittling BoomFuzzy, and teaches it too their 4 children. Unable to take the constant belittling from his wife anymore, in a fit of rage, Quaraun lashes out at her and murders both his wife and their 4 children. 

Horrified by what he's done, Quaraun flees into the mountains, not to be seen again for decades. When he does return to civilization, he's completly lost touch with reality, thus people begin to call him "Quaraun the Insane". When questioned as to why he killed his family, the only answer he gives anyone is: "I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more."

When the law tries to arrest him, he tries to escape and accidentally kills them too. Terrified, he flees again, now wanted for for multiple murders. Scared of his own temper, now afraid to be near anyone for fear he'll kill them, Quaraun becomes a wandering hermit, living on the run, never staying in any one place more then a day or two.

Several times his timing is bad and he arrives in towns, just as someone has been killed. Knowing he killed his family and the men who tried to arrest him, villagers are quick to blame him for any and every death, and soon reports calling him a serial killer are being spread across the entire country.

Chapter 1: King Gwallmaiic & The Sacred Pink JellyFish


The Gingerbread House From Hell (Part of Chapter 2)


Santa Claus: Lich Of The North Pole


The Hanging Tree


The Dying Elf, Gibedon's Head, and King Gwallmaiic's Elf Eating Mansion


BoomFuzzy's Death


An Elf Gone Mad: The Rise of The Pink Necromancer


"I loved my children, but I loved BoomFuzzy more..."


Responding To a Reader Response To
"The Hanging Tree" scene from BoomFuzzy...

If you are unfamiliar with "The Hanging Tree" it is the original short story from which the entire BoomFuzzy novel was based upon.

It is also one of the single most graphic, grizzly, bloody, gory scenes of the entire Quaraun series.

And it is the scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net.

In the short story called "The Hanging Tree" what happens is this:

Quaraun comes from a culture that outlaws same sex couples and is hiding that fact that he has a male lover. When he is accused of bedding with other males, he does not deny it and openly admits to having sex with other men, not realizing that this will incit his accusers into an angry mob, that next strips him naked, drags him to the center of town and publically tortures him, with most of the village coming forward to join in. They next hang him upside down in a tree in the town square, and continue to torture him.

The infamous highly detail, incredibly grizzly scene that got the series banned off FanFiction.net followed, as one Elf, pulled out a knife and forces it up into Quaraun's penis, then rippe the knife in a backward motion, slicing Quaraun's penis completely in half, leaving behind a scar known as "a sub penal incision". Following this Elf's example, other villagers slash Quaraun's belly, thighs, and groin with knives, leaving him horribly scarred for life. When they finished torturing him, Quaraun is left for dead, his bloody remains used as bait to capture The Elf Eater of Pepper Valley.

Unknown to the Elves however is the fact that it was the Elf Eater himself who is Quaraun's lover, and upon discovering what the Elves did to Quaraun, the Elf Eater slaughtered the Moon Elves, then takes Quaraun and spends the next several months nursing the dying Elf back to health. Quaraun eventually recovered, but he is left with a crippled leg, severe PTSD, rampant phobias that cripple his ability to function in society, and the horrific scars that he often bemoans.

This entire story is just under 3,000 words long. And it shows a horrify look at bigotry, bullying, and herd mentality of a mob joining a bully and nearly killing a gay man.

This is one of the very early stories in the series, which happens when Quaraun is very young, still a teenager. This story is the foundation base point that the other stories reference back to and you see flashbacks of it, glimpse to it, and the horrific night terrors caused by it, in nearly every volume of the Quaraun series.

In dozens of stories written after this, readers see Quaraun's life as it goes into a downward spiral of depression and mental illness, as he turns first to drugs, then to drinking, then to cutting, and eventually to multiple suicide attempts.

Today, here is what one person had to say about this scene, and what follows is my response... Enjoy!

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

~January 30, 2018

please come to Maine and tell the 140+ LGBTQA+ citizens of Old Orchard Beach this. I'm sure they would love to hear that you think "the queers" are NOT victims of hate crimes.

Since 2001:

40+ of them (myself included) have had their houses blown up by bombs

80+ of them have had their houses run over by backhoes (I've had to build 5 houses on my land in the past 12 years)

500+ pets, cats, dogs, and horses have been beheaded, their nailed to the doors of their LGBTQA+ owners (this has happened to me personally 13 times)






my cousin, he'd love to hear your sentiments... unfortunately, he was one of the 4 gay men whom were beheaded by the Ku Klux Klan in 2013




I used to be able to walk, but, you know as I was putting groceries in my car in WalMart parking lot when 2 gay haters decided to beat me up with a shopping cart (July 2016) I was paralyzed, they ruptured 3 discs in my spine; I'm crippled the rest of my life





you could come visit me and I can introduce you to the 8 foot tall KKK cross in my yard




2010 Portland Shaws (supermarket): an 80 year old black gay man was beaten to death while putting groceries in his car, while more the 40 shoppers cheered the attacker... his head was hit so many times by the shopping cart that by the time the police arrived, there was nothing left of his head, skull, or brain but a pool of jellied goo on the ground



April 2015, someone decided to fill my motorhome, you know the one that says "Transgender Awareness Tour Bus" on the side of it... they filled it with several thousand gallons of raw sewage/feces




August 2015 - public beheading of a transgender woman took place in the ice cream department of a local grocery store: Saco Shaws



Rotary Park, Biddeford, right next door, until 2 summers ago had the Guiness World Record for a very tall flag pole; they took the flag pole down because, they got tired of every weekend cutting down the gay men who were stripped naked and hanging by their balls from the top of the flag pole

THIS by the way, is the very real life event that inspired The Hanging Tree scene.

The first time this event happened... the gay man, was a 15 year old boy who was only SUSPECTED of being gay, because he wore a pink suit to a dance at school. Old Orchard Beach High School. The boy was striped naked, his ankels tied to the back bumper of a Old Orchard Beach Police Car, and then dragged the entire 14 mile drive, to the flagpole at Rotary Park in Biddeford, Maine. Because it happened at night, at a dance, no one noticed him missing at first... Because it was February, the month of the year, when our temperature plummet to -40F. He nearly froze to death. And with the park closed for winter, there was no one around to find him. He hung there, upside down, tied to a flag pole, hanging from the rope by his balls, for FIVE days.

That's the type of "jokes" the Old Orchard Beach police - grown men in the 40s and 50s, play on 5 year old CHILDREN, if the suspect the child might possibly be gay.

At night the Ku Klux Klan stands in the driveway of LGBTQA+ residents and shoots rifles fire at them.





January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUN POINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+



January 4, 2016: 140+ LGBTQA+ families were marched out of their homes AT GUNPOINT by police, when The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall issued a court order declaring it illegal to own property/houses if you were LGBTQA+

It took us 9 months and taking the case to Superior Court, but on October 21, 2016 Superior Court overruled the town's original court order as grounds of being "a gross violation of civil rights being committed by the United States Government".... for 9 months 140+ LGBTQA+ families were homeless and living in their cars while the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach court battle went on

November 9, 2017, 3 months ago - while eating at Biddeford, McDonald's, a the manager and 5 employees, spiked my gay brother's food with so much LSD. Molly, and Meth that he went into a coma seconds after taking a bite of his meal, he remained in a coma for 5 days and nearly died; the FBI agent in charge of the attempted murder of my brother knows who did it because the whole thing was recorded on one of the restaurant's security cameras

Personally, as a bisexual person, I'm tired of seeing queer people only portrayed as villains, the token friend or victims of hate crimes.

Glad to see you are comfortable using the hate slur queer on yourself; I suppose you must use it the same way black men use niggar on themselves right? Trying to reclaim that vile, hate filled word? Are you REALLY bi or are you just saying that to sound cool? You clearly have no issues tossing the word queer around which makes me question the validity of your claim to be a part of the LGBTQA+ community.

A REAL gay person knows queer is to gay what niggar is to black; wannabes let their TRUE colours fly when they use hate terms like queer to describe themselves. Nothing brands a straight person trying to fit in faster then how they use the word queer.

You are clueless to what REAL LGBTQA+ people live with everyday of our lives if you think the hate crimes against us are a trope and using the word queer is anything close to acceptable.

I dare you to come to Maine and tell any one you are bisexual... the Ku Klux Klan will be on you in less than 24 hours

Welcome to Maine

Most of the hate crimes against the gay characters of the Quaraun series are based off the real world hate crimes against gay men happening here in Old Orchard Beach on a DAILY basis.

If you are so fed up with LGBTQA+ people being victims of hate crimes, then why don't you prove it by getting off you ass, coming up here to Maine and doing something to stop the hate crimes going on right now?








Interview With EelKat
On Writing The Quaraun Series






Old Orchard Beach's Nudey Shirts, Drug Dealers, Gangs, and Ivory Billed Woodpeckers -
Interview With EelKat About
The Real Life Town That Inspired
The Monster Porn Yaoi Novel "BoomFuzzy"
April 2 2016 Part 1 of 6

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Plotting & Writing Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Ernest Hemingway Style of Writing Literary Fiction Used In Epic Fantasy Novels
  2. Do you write a novel start-to-finish?
  3. Ideas, Ideas, Ideas (Where Do You Get Them?)
  4. Should I plan for ending or just keep writing?
  5. NaNoWriMo Overachievers: How did you do it?
  6. How Long is 50,000 Words?
  7. Why Write 50,000 Words In 30 Days?
  8. How long does it take to hit 1667 words?
  9. Average Typing Speed

Character Creation In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. What exactly makes an Elf an Elf? 
  2. Phookas
  3. Writing Medieval Servants: Their jobs
  4. Writing Albinos With Medical Accuracy
  5. FAQs About Quaraun
  6. Transgender, Transsexual, Transvestite, or Intersex

Writing Sex In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. How To Write Hot Sex?
  2. The Amazon Adult Dungeon
  3. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2015 Answer)
  4. Why Quaraun Is Not Erotica (2017 Answer)
  5. Suicide, Rape, & Abuse 

Disabled Characters In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. On being a handicapped CosPlayer at PortCon Maine 2017
  2. Quaraun & Autism In Fantasy Novels
  3. On Writing A Clinically Insane Character Accurately, While Avoiding The Psychopath Stereotype
  4. Autistics Have Feelings Too & Diverse Books Rant

Drug Use In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Psychedelics In A 'High' High Fantasy World (High Elves Getting High)
  2. High, High Elves: Elves on Opium | Drug Use 

Horror In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

  1. Why do Lovecraftian beings come to earth?
  2. Writing Horror That Features Violence Against Children 
  3. Writing Stuff That Churns Your Gut
  4. Twighilight Not Twilight




What Is This Site?

I'm an author. This is an author home page. It's about me, my life, my books, my hobbies, my home town, and anything else that applies to me and my life. 

Since starting my writing career in 1978, I have written 130+ novels, 2,000+ short stories, 6,000+ non-fiction articles (ALL are found on this site), a few dozen stage plays, 12,000+ blog posts, and a few comic book scripts for Disney's Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck (I only worked for Disney one year (in 2005) and only wrote a few stories for their Danish comic books).

NOTE: I ONLY write the Quaraun series (aka The Twighlight Manor series aka The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane). In recent years there has been an issue with impersonators trying to pass books off as written by me, notably several non-fiction and Erotica books. I write neither nonfiction nor Erotica.

ALL of my books and their cover arts are listed on my website here. Beware of any books you find claiming to be me. If the books are NOT listed here on my website, they are NOT my books.

In fiction works, I specialize in Weird/Bizarro Tales set in 40th century CyberPunk-Quasi Medieval, Cozy Dark Fantasy and Science Fiction worlds featuring an intersex Elf and his Faerie husband main characters.  I DO NOT WRITE ANY OTHER SERIES - THIS SERIES IS THE ONLY ONE I WRITE.

Non-fiction (found ONLY here on my site) is daily updates of events in my life, and how-tos on how I write my novels.

I DO NOT write Erotica.

I DO NOT write books with HUMAN characters.

The Erotica books and books with Human characters, that you are finding, are written by scammers trying to impersonate me.

There is an ongoing FBI investigation into this matter. If you find any such books, please report them to FBI Agengt Andy Drewer @207–774–9322

The FBI believes the people behind the impersonation accounts showing up, are relatives of the woman who murdered my son.




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How did you build your audience?
Not online, that's for sure.
aka How to sell ten million books
aka How I sold ten million books.



The Park Bench Method of Writing

(just the article)

or

The Park Bench Method of Writing

(with the list of 10k writing prompts - takes a LONG TIME to load - SEVERAL MINUTES!)



Why I am not proud of Disability Pride Month.
In fact, I think it’s deplorable and downright offensive.



Crazy Woman Just Attacked - No Clue Why or Who She Is

(August 14, 2025)







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