She was but a sound, a melody within, harmony in the air, gentle words to settle, a whispered song, a subtle vibration. Through space and time her feminine compassion sought a neglected wall, not to block her potential, but to share the echo in her heart. ©July 2017, 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.