Waiting in the rain, tears collecting in her hand, waiting for her One, her someone, for no one. Someone for everyone, wasn't that what she'd heard? If that was so, maybe her One had lost their way? Maybe she had it wrong, maybe for some there was no one, maybe for her the raindrops were all she'd ever hold. March 2018, May 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.