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November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

NEVER FORGET:

My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!

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FAQ: What are the most visited pages on this website and how many visits do they get?

Several years ago, I wrote an article on how to write different types of magic uses, or rather how I personally write various types of magic users within the context of my Quaraun books. Today that page is one of my top ten most visited articles. It gets 50 to 500 views/reads/hits/visits per day depending on the time of the years and has had over 200k visits total since it was published.

Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.

Writing Medieval Servants is my most visited writing related article with over 7MILLION reads.

This website was started in 1996 and has 1 to 3 new articles (all written by me, I am the only writer on this site) published almost daily. In 2017 we crossed ten thousand articles published. As of 2023, EACH article gets MINIMUM 10 to 70 reads PER DAY, with the high traffic articles getting 500+ reads per day.

And since December 2019, my website now gets three hundred thousand to 7 million reads per month - well over ONE HUNDRED MILLION PAGE READS PER YEAR, making it not only the single most trafficked site in the State of Maine, but also one of the most visited websites in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!

{{{HUGS}}} Thank you to all my readers for making this possible!

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 TRIGGERED! I'm a Straight Cis Woman, but I am deemed Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach, Are you too gay for the bigoted, minority harassing, white power, gay hating psychos of The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Too? 

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Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
The Last of The Moon Elves

Quaraun the Insane:
Zebulon's Captive:
The Last of The Moon Elves

"Arrrgh-umff."

Quaraun cried out, partly with fear and partly from pain, as the two big Wild Elves slammed him face first to the ground, then dragged him by his ankles to the center of the room. The Wild Elves were strong and burly and showing off to the several females in the cell with them. Quaraun was the smallest of the Elves, smaller even then any of the females. He was also old and frail and weak. Much older then any of the Elves he was trapped with, aged beyond the natural years of an Elf, Quaraun lacked even what little strength he had once had in his youth. He could no longer see well, nor hear well, and his muscles were worn thin with age. The elderly Moon Elf was thin and weak and not putting up much of a fight as his tormentors attacked him, bullying him, poking and prodding at him, then stripping him naked while holding his face to the floor.

The poor ancient Elf flailed against his attackers, but they laughed at his weak attempts to fight back. After a few moments of dragging him around, scraping him up on the floor, they toss Quaraun over a table.

The poor frightened Elf squealed and kicked, trying to get away. The females snickered, knowing what was about to happen to the old albino.

Rough fingers clamped onto his butt cheeks pulling them apart. At the same time another Elf's fingers pushed their way up into his anus. Quaraun tried to kick his asulters, but someone grabbed his legs and held them down.

He could feel something being forced inside of him, but he couldn't tell what it was. It was too hard to be a dick. Too hard, too cold, too smooth. It felt like metal of glass. A bottle? Or perhaps a pipe? He couldn't tell. He felt the unidentified object go deeper and deeper, sliding back out, before be thrust back in once again. Quaraun howled in pain as the hard object was thrust against his pelvic bone. 

Quaraun yelped each time the Wild Elf's hard cock slammed against his sensitive prostrate.

He could feel the hot semen spraying in spurting jets inside of him. His attacker pulled out, allowing the sticky cum to ooze back out of his ass. Hoping the rape was over, Quaraun tried to relax, but immediately he felt another of the Wild Elves position himself behind him.

The Humans arrived and broke up the gang rape. While the zookeepers tased the attacking Wild Elves, Quaraun hurriedly dressed then dragged himself into the corner farthest away from the others. He was too dizzy to stand and too sore to do anything else. The old wizard collapsed gasping and panting for breath.

When Quaraun woke up again, he found himself alone, in a bed, in small room, in the house, not the barn, not much different from the one he had been in previously, just a lot smaller. The room was a dull unpainted white base coat, with a few random bits of furniture. The bed was a fold up cot, rather then an actual bed. Quaraun's injuries had been bandaged, but he was hurting too much to try to move, so closed his eyes and tried to sleep. When he woke again, there were several Humans in the room, looking down at him and speaking to each other in a language he didn't know. Confused and scared, Quaraun wanted to run away, but there was no place to go. The room had no windows and the only door was closed and blocked by the Humans. He perked his long ears trying to listen to their conversation, hoping he could make out some thing of their language, but it was useless. Their language was too unlike any language he had ever heard before.

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Zebulon was there talking with the men who had rescued Quaraun from the Wild Elves. 

"Why do they keep attacking him?" Zebulon roared angrily. "I've never had this problem before. I've been breeding Elves for decades. I've never seen anything thing like this."

"He appears, to not have the Hive Mind, sir," one of the men answered.

"What do you mean he doesn't have the Hive Mind. All Elves have it."

"I don't think this one does. I think that's why they attack him. I think he might be outcast."

"Out cast? Are you telling me I have an out cast Elf in my stock?"

"It looks that way."

"Why wasn't that in his paperwork? It decreases his value. Increases the amount of care. He has to be separated. Put in his own pen. I avoid out cast Elves for this reason."

A doctor, a veterinarian for Elves, was there as well.

"Most outcast Elves," the vet said. "Are outcast for a reason. They're usually murderers."

"The other Elves raped him," one of the men said. "But it wasn't like they were doing it for pleasure... I don't know how to describe it. It was almost like some form of punishment. It ritualistic, what they were doing to him."

"You know, he could be homosexual," the vet said. "I've heard of Elves been cut out if the Hive Mind for that. That would certainly explain rape as a form of punishment."

"The males would rape him for being gay?"

"Oh yeah."

"Would that not make them gay?"

"They don't see it that way. Males fucking other males, they don't seem to have a problem with that. It's a male that won't fuck another male.. the bottom... he's the one they got issues with. And if they had no trouble getting him to submit to them, then you're probably dealing with an Elf that's used to being abused and just backs down to anyone."

"So they rape him, because others did?"

"Yeah. I've seen it happen before. You get an Elf that's scared, timid, or in any way submissive, the other males will just gang up on him and brutalize him. Kind of a hazing ritual. They do it in public in front of the whole community. It's a way to to shame them, publicly humiliate them. It's possible, because he's knew to this community of Elves, they are hazing him, to let the others know to stay away from him."

"But why did they attack him?" Zebulon asked the vet. "It makes no sense."

"Male superiority," one man explained. "Elves are brutally viscous towards each other. Any male gets out of line they'll bully him until he gets in line or until they kill him. Whichever comes first. Elves have a pecking order. The strongest will target the weakest, claim dominance over them. I've seen it happen before. He's small and old. Judging from his clothes he's also an aristocrat."

"I thought the High Elves lorded over the others?" Zebulon asked. He was puzzled by this whole situation.

The other men laughed.

"You've never tried breeding aristocrats before have you?"

"No."

"Do you even know why they are nearly extinct?"

"Never looked into it."

"They rarely breed even on their own. They fought each other into extinction. Each male thinking they were better then all the rest. Killed each other off. Then when the Wild Elves started hunting them down, there weren't enough of them left to fight back. It's a wonder any High Elves exist at all these days."

"I thought the High Elves were peaceful?"

"Have you ever even owned a High Elf before?"

"No. He's the first I've had. Common Elves are easier to come by. Blood Elves are a dime a dozen. No one wants to deal with adult Blood Elves brought in from the wild. Babies they can tame, sure. And I've always heard night mare stories of the fights that break out between High Elves and Common Elves, but I thought it was just stories." 

"Was it Common Elves that attacked him?"

"Blood Elves."

"Blood Elves! You have Blood Elves? They're dangerous."

"Yes, but I've never had this problem with them before."

"The aristocrats separate themselves from the others. They live in houses, like we do. They don't live like savages the way the Blood Elves do. They are almost a different species, they act so different from one another. The Common Elves have a tendency to bully the aristocrats. But Blood Elves... you're lucky they didn't tear him apart and eat him. You likely won't be able to breed him to any of the females who saw it happen, either."

"Why not?"

"Females go after the strongest males. From what you said, they took him down so fast, and he wasn't strong enough to fight back. Any female who saw that happen is going to refuse to breed with him. It's the way Elves are. I've seen it before. Of course there's the other problem."

"Which is?"

"Well, if he is an aristocrat,"the vet went on. "And I'm pretty sure he is, he'll likely refuse to breed with any race other then his own. They are stubborn that way. Inbreeding is very common among the pale Northern Elves. He'll likely have to be forced to breed."

"I paid good money for this one. Paid more for him alone then I did for all the rest combined. And now you're telling me we can't breed him?"

"No. Just that it's going to be difficult. It's rare for these Northern Elves to breed in captivity and even left to their own defenses they rarely breed. It's why they are so rare. I'm not saying we can't use him as a breeder, just that you won't be able to just toss him in with a pack of females and expect him to hump them all of his own free will, like a Wild Elf would do. And the other thing is..."

"There's more?"

"Yeah. This one is really old."

"A lot of Elves are old. Hard to find young ones these days."

"No. I mean he's REALLY old. He looks old. Elves don't age. Even old Elves look young. He looks very old, which means he's ancient."

"So?"

"He's also injured."

"Which is why you are here."

"No. I'm not talking about what the others just did to him. Look."

The vet held up a stack of x-rays.

"He has a lame leg, doesn't he?"

"He walks with a limp, yes."

"He's got weak joints, poor muscles, a bad hip, a lame leg, and looks like he's got some long term spine damage. The x-rays I took of him...his leg is not good. And he's been walking on it like that a while, probably a few decades, for the bone to be worn down like this. He had a broken hip at some point and it never healed."

"Yes. I knew he had a bad leg when I bought him. He can't walk good on his own. He leans on things, holds on to walls."

"He probably needs a cane."

"He had one. The other Elves took it from him and broke it."

"Look at this. The way his hip and pelvis bones are worn down. That's really gonna limit his ability to breed."

"How?"

"The way those bones are rubbing together, it's a wonder he can even walk at all. It's gonna make breeding painful for him. And it's not just his leg. His spine is damaged. Vertebrae are worn down. Disks are ruptures. His back and hip gotta be hurting pretty bad."

"He didn't act like he was in pain."

"Most Elves won't. They just grit their teeth and keep on going. Ignore the pain. If he were a family pet, I'd be prescribing a lot of pain killers right now."

"So what do I do with him?"

"If it were me, I'd recommend moving him into the house. Give him to your wife for a pet. He'll be happier away from the other Elves, and it'll be easier to monitor his health, get him medicated. Possibly physical therapy to maybe revers the damage to his  joints." 

"I bought him as a breeder, not a house pet."

"I really don't think he's breeder material."

"Do you have any idea how rare a White Elf is?"

"Yes. I do. But an Elf this old, probably doesn't have that much of a sex drive, if he's even still fertile at this age at all."

"So you are saying I can't breed him?"

"No. Just telling you he's gonna be a challenge to breed. And near as I can tell, he's a race that was supposed to have gone extinct some 700 years ago. There were rumors that one male survived and went off into the mountains, became a hermit. I mean, if this is him... he's gotta be close to a thousand years old."

"Is that possible?"

"It's not unheard of, but it's rare that an Elf lives more then 500 years. I mean, I know what they said in his papers, but, sellers are known to lie about a breeder to get the bid higher. You got to wonder how successful he could be as a breeder at that age."

"They assured me that he was tested and had already successfully impregnated 14 females while they had him."

"Well, dealers have been known to lie..."

"I was there," a third man spoke up. "When you bought this one. I remember them saying they had a hard time with him. Said it was why they were selling him. They said his didn't get along with the other Elves. Said they had hard time breeding him. They warned us about that. They said he was fertile but stubborn, that's how he was described in the ad too. "old male Snow Elf: fertile but stubborn."

"No," the first man said. "This is not a Snow Elf. I've seen a few before. This is most diffidently not a Snow Elf."

"You saying I got cheated?" Zebulon boomed angrily.

"No. You probably got a bargain all things considering. How much did you pay for him?"

"I paid for male Snow Elf. Do you know how much they go for these days?"

"How much did you pay for this one?"

"Two million."

"Two million?" A few of the other men stammered and sputtered. "I was thinking like a few thousand. You paid two million dollars for this one? Why?"

"Do you know how rare a Snow Elf is?"

"But this," the vet continued. "This is not a Snow Elf."

"Then what the hell did I buy?"

"You got a black light?"

"Of course we do."

"Bring it in here, If this is what I think he is, you're gonna love this."

A man left and returned with the light. The vet turned the lights of the room off then shined the black light over Quaraun. The Elf shivered in fear, not knowing what was happening.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," the vet said.

Quaraun's snow white albino skin, was glowing a brighialt white.

"See?" The vet said. "He glows in the dark. That's not a Snow Elf."

"What the hell is he?" Zebulon asked.

The vet turned the lights back on.

"You got a copy of the History of the Northern Elves?"

"Of course I do."

"Want to bring it here."

The book was brought in moments later. The vet flipped through the book to the section titled: EXTINCT RACES. Then flipped through until he found the page titled: MOON ELVES.

"Here," he handed the book to Zebulon.

The Humans fell silent for a few moments while Zebulon read the introduction to the passage.

"It says Moon Elves are extinct," Zebulon said.

"It says, they are the whitest of the albino races. That their skin glowed in the dark under the light of a full moon, due to their being semi aquatic and having phosphorus in there skin. And it says, that one survived. If you keep reading, it gives a description of him, states he was a priest of a now defunct religion, and wore very distinctive pink robes covered in heavy embroidery. It goes on to say that there were hundreds of sightings of him through Maritime Canada, and Northern New England, over the next few hundred years. He was supposed to be some sort of wizard or something."

"Wizard?"

"Well, you know what medieval folks were like. Our scientists would be seen as wizards. The point is, he was known as The Pink Necromancer. And there were hundreds of sightings of him. It's been confirmed by several sources that one Moon Elf did survive, and without his people, he became a wandering hermit. I believe this is that same Elf. He's certainly the right age... and... look at his cloths. They're identical to what is described in the book. We'd have to run more tests, test his DNA against the database..."

"Do you have Moon Elf DNA to compare his with?"

"Oh, yes. Archaeologists found the ruins of the Moon Elf city up in Quebec. Whatever killed them, hit 'em fast. Like Pompeii. Most of the bodies are still intact. Flash frozen, fossilized in ice. Perfectly preserved. I think we should have him tested."

"And what if this is a Moon Elf? What then?"

"Zebulon, do you have any idea how much people would pay for a Moon Elf? Even one that was only half Moon Elf? If you could get him to produce just one baby a year... just one...you'll double you're investment. And if we could find another Northern Elf. A female. A white female like him, to cross breed him with... not only would people pay good money for those babies... but we could interbreed them. Keep the females. Sell the males. Just keep him. Breed him back to the females he produces. Do that three generations deep... you'll have pure blooded Moon Elves again. Or nearly so. Moon Elves are considered to be the oldest race. The purest race. The original Elves. The first Elves that all other Elves came from. And you have one here... alive. This will change history. We can bring a lost race of Elves, back into existence."

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Quaraun continued listening to the men as they talked, but he understood nothing they said. He knew they were talking about him. They frightened him, but he didn't know why. They were pointing at books, then pointing at him, and shining strange lights in his face. The one he'd never seen before, was talking very fast and very excitedly. Like a child whom had just found a beloved toy, previously thought to be gone for good. Quaraun did not like how excited and happy this Human had become. It scared him. Humans could not be trusted, and it seemed that the Humans in this dimension were even less trust worthy then the ones back in his own world.

What do you want to become? 
What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
Whatever you do, be your best at it!
And remember to have yourself a great and wonderfully glorious day!

~EK
EelKat.com
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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death.

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.

~EelKat

If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Volume 58: Zebulon's Captive

It was a beautiful sunny, summer morning, when Quaraun's world turned very, very dark. 

With the three wizards, Quaraun, BoomFuzzy, and GhoulSpawn now living together at Black Tower, life has become peaceful and quiet. BoomFuzzy free to cook to his heart's content, GhoulSpawn lost in reading his books, and Quaraun tending his ever growing rose garden...

One second everything was normal and then next, Quaraun vanished without a trace. Swallowed by a multi dimensional portal that swept away every Elf on the planet, from every where, all at once.

The Elves find themselves in the distant future, imprisoned by a madman named Zebulon. Slave trader. Zookeeper. Side show ring master. Elf breeder.

Quaraun, ever the peaceful non-violent hippie of an Elf, takes a complacent stance to the abuse he receives at the hands of the Humans, refusing to fight back or defend himself.

When Quaraun finds his long lost missing half-Elf daughter, now an adult and being used as a breeder, repeatedly raped and tortured, his complacently wanes, given way to hellish wrath unleashed on every Human he meets.

Leaving a bloody trail of bodies in his path, Quaraun takes his daughter and escapes, eventually finding his way back to his own time...

But time moves differently in different dimensions, and while for BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn only 7 days have gone by... each day here, was 10 years there for Quaraun, who has now aged by nearly a 100 years, is now married to his half-Elf daughter, and is no longer the gentle, peaceful, kind hearted, loving Elf they once knew.

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NOTE: Most of the Quaraun series is written in a distinctive "stage play dialogue" style with almost no narratives. The entire series being almost straight up dialogue.

Zebulon's Captive breaks from that format, going almost completely into the reverse, and being almost entirely narrative.

This is the first volume of the series, featuring Quaraun as a mute character. At the beginning he's not talking because he's sold to slavery in a country where he does not know the language. The whole story being told in narrative format of what he sees and feels and is thinking, without him ever having a conversation with the people around him.

By the end of this volume, his tongue has been cut out, leaving him mute and no longer able to verbally communicate from this novel onward in the series.

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This is the story that introduces Quaraun as the Grand High Emperor of the Triple Planets, the the evil, serial killing Necromancer who builds the blood thirsty, flesh eating, Twighlight Manor, and primary villain of The Twighlight Manor series.

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This 2 part story is continued in "My Two Favorite People"... 

This is the story told from BoomFuzzy's perspective and takes place at Black Tower, telling what happened to BoomFuzzy and GhoulSpawn, while Quaraun was gone.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This is perhaps the darkest story in the series and puts the topic of rape front and center with multiple, graphically violent torture rape scenes played out on page. This volume contains some of the most violent scenes of the entire series.

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Three wizards and a Rose Garden

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The Elf Repopulation Project

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"Sold! To Zebulon, for two million dollars."

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Zebulon's Elf Breeding Farm

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The Last of The Moon Elves

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A Second Moon Elf Found

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The Burned Elf

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On Writing The Quaraun Series

The Complete Index To Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Moon Elf Society, But Was Afraid To Ask;

or

The Zaharam-Chapelle-Parunas  Ethnographical World Building Questionnaire

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World-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Creating a 1400's Fantasy World For Time Traveling Wizards
2. How Your Degree Affects Your World Building
3. How would you explain your Fantasy world to a stranger?
4. In what order do you create your world?
5. Writing Maine: How To Write About Maine Life Accurately
6. The Cover Art Gallery 

Weird-Building In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Why is there a kitchen sink in my pocket?
2. Twerking Dragons - The Joys Of Writing with A Voice Recorder
3. The Saco River Curse
4. What The Ocean Gives Me (How Things In Your Life Affect Your Writing)

Building A Magic System In Bizzaro Dark High Fantasy Yaoi

1. Wizards vs Witches vs Sorcerers: How are they different?
2. Magic Systems and How to Build Them
   
3. Necromancy: How will resurrection affect society as a whole?
4. Spell-casting Side Effects of Magic
5. Necromancy FAQ - A Real Necromancer Compares Fantasy Necromancy With The Reality
6. Colour Magic - Gypsy Style
7. Beware of White Men In Gypsy Clothing: Fake Psychic Scams
8. Child Sacrifice in Fantasy Novels

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

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The Quaraun Series On Amazon:

I am wondering why has Amazon moved the Quaraun books to the category "Transgender Romance" and also "Gay Erotica"? The base story is a deeply depressed, suicidal, drug addict Elf who's lover commit suicide and he's trying not to do the same. It's an old Elf in a tavern, monologuing a lot of flashbacks and back story scenes of his youth. These stories are dark, bloody, angsty, full of drug use, murder, rape, Medieval torture, mental/physical/emotional abuse, and references to depression and suicide - no romance in it, unless you count the occasional (and usually brutally violent) rape scenes that show up in nearly every volume - sorry - no clue what Amazon is thinking or why they moved these to Romance and Erotica, but these books are NOT even close to being Romance or Erotica on any level at all. When I published these books I put them in "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi". If they show up in any category other then "Dark Fantasy" and "Yaoi", it's because Amazon put them there without my authorization or approval.

~EelKat

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Author Interviews
On Writing The Quaraun Series:

1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

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Author Interviews
On CosPlaying The Quaraun Characters:

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Author Interviews
Reacting To Old Orchard Beach's
White Power Gay Hating Over Reaction Ban
Of The Quaraun Series:

1. Question Everything Before Putting It In Your World 

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The 4 door white truck continues to sit at the end of my drive way (146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine) near every night around sunset, reeving it's engine and squealing it's tires, with the driver yelling anti-gay threats and obscenities out the window. He continues to do the same thing at my dad's apartment building (Biddeford Maine) a few times a week, usually in mid to late afternoon time. He continues to follow me to shopping to various stores in various towns throughout the states.

Phrases he yells from the truck include:

"Kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws all transsexuals are alike"

"I keep a gun under the seat of my truck, I'm gonna use it to shoot you in the head, you transvestite freak"

if cars are going by he yells to them: "that thing is Ken's son, look at how's it's dressed; it's insane, it has autism, we can't allow that thing and it's gay cars in our family friend town of Old Orchard Beach"

He often babbles deranged ramblings about something he calls "the gay-pocalypse", raving lunacy about how "all the gays are gathering" on his doorstep. He raves some crazy nonsense about how Armageddon is coming and the war to end all wars will be "the gays against the Christians" and Christians have to be ready to "kill the gays"

My car is the Autism Awareness Car and had 2.5million marbles glued to it (I have Autism - savant - Kanner's syndrome) he claims tat my car "is gay" because of what it looks like. My car has been vandalized several dozen times, including to have the tires slashed 7 times in 6 months.

After dark often around 10PM, he stands at the end of the logging road across the street from me and shoots at my motohome (in February 2014 he shot holes in my neighbour's barn while doing this). I have video footage of 3 of his shootings at me here:  https://youtu.be/NUebzJ9sz9U and here: https://youtu.be/C4dZbgG-Smw

This has gone on since August 2013 now, in addition to all the vandalism, hate crimes, pet beheadings, etc that has happened, including the bomb that blew up our house in 2006.

As you know, that whole time I had not been able to get a plate number on the truck. He as just here again, and I just realized why I could not get a plate number... there are no plates on the truck, either on the front or on the back. However, as he was driving away today... I noticed, there is a plate, stuck up in the back window of the truck, where it can barely be seen, deliberately obscured from view behind a silver tool box.

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