Your breath, so slow, in and out, never could it disguise your skill at living. Inhales, exhales, in the evening, soothing in the minty coolness of night. Your breath, each breath, as I breathe, steals my senses, takes my breath away. ©August 2017, February 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.