In the gray light starlight, in the snow falling there, she knelt and cried tears of joy. A whisper for her own ear, a way, from here to there, her path to healing. It was the gift she’d bestow upon herself, self-love, kind words she’d never heard before. Beneath a winter’s night’s starlight her face lifted, she felt the warmth inside, and knew she was right. ©January 2021 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.