She gazed at the sky, beyond the stars, more than emptiness, more than who we are. Maybe the darkness was her mind, what she put there was her defined. What she gathered, what she kept, her responsibility… what a concept. ©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.