Whispers of love, smoke on fire, flames lighting her imagination, her hands untied. Truth's invisible veil, rapture's touch, finding a heart that was holding her tight, its answer burning. Passion breaths dancing, skin alight, truth ignited what hid in the smoke, blazing like fire. ©December 2018, June 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.