The shining city on the hill. She believed. For, the city was hope, hope for her, for those who came after. They told her it was a myth, a lie, a fairytale, especially, they said, for people like her. The truth, though, was the city was real, real in the hearts of its citizens. The truth was they wanted the city for themselves. ©October 2020 Christina Anne Hawthorne
Christina Anne Hawthorne
Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.