Jeany Valience

Embrace crazy. Forget can't. Write.

Des’Tras

One touched by the Ancient Gods, born into the world of matter a conduit to the Ether, Des’Tras, the World Ender, is only whispered legend.  History offers no record of the last.  Most do not believe in Des’Tras any more.  Most.

Consequences of a Life

These are the stories of William Tasker Tarmon, and the extraordinary adventures he had on his quest for knowledge.  Most of all, these are the stories of the lives he touched, and the people he loved.

Poetry

Bits and Pieces
of the self
float through the
realms of
introspection

2 – 24 – 1993

Des’Tras#6

The deck went silent when Cousin and Gabb came from the aft apartments.  Cousin smiled at the ship and the cave and the still deep ocean within.  She smiled at the men.  A cheer shook the rigging. “Sleek and sexy,” Bry said, and whistled a long … [Read more]

Des’Tras#5

Cousin woke in her cabin.  Haven was still, and there was a strange echo.  The sounds of the crew were louder, distorted.  She lay there long minutes listening to the sur-real quality of Haven. The memory of the cave came back slowly.  Though the … [Read more]

Des’Tras#4

Gabb stood at the helm, Kraken on one side, Cousin on the other.  Cousin’s power flowed.  Her hair billowed around her, a deep forest veil .  Haven answered her will.  The cave mouth came into view, a huge gaping maw in a shear cliff face with … [Read more]

Des’Tras #3

Gabb shut the door behind him without a sound.  He stood just inside the room.  A few months ago he wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on Kraken.  Now his Captain was sitting, leaned back, with an arm over his eyes.  Gabb knew Kraken didn’t know he … [Read more]

Des’Tras #2

Cousin stood on Haven’s rolling deck.  Her dark green hair was bound in one long braid down her back.  She held a bloody dirk in one hand, and a cutlass in the other.  She stared out over the ocean. "Wake up!  You zone out in a real fight and you … [Read more]

Des’Tras #1

The shrill cries of sea birds sounded over the docks on the small island of Y’Ahno.  Two ships were in port.  Merchants and thieves plied their trade while the ships sought to restock their stores.  The stench of rotting fish, oil, and salt blended … [Read more]