Incorporated serpent holding her tight, whispering desire, profiting, exploiting, monetizing her life, her mind. She was a falcon flying free, caught in a serpent's coils, wrung as was wrung the land, the river she followed running dry. She screeched, bit the serpent's head, found the inner strength to fly again, to soar above manipulation, taking back her life, her freedom. ©July 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.