Another slumber, disquieting and a little somber, no details lingering, yet, her heart lifted anyway, for stirring deep within was the promise, the one made so very long ago, the purpose she couldn’t let go, the purpose she couldn’t forget, for she was the promise and the promise was her. April 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.