The childhood she'd fled wasn't quite abandoned. In adulthood, it was reflected in dreams, the safety she crafted each day ripped away when she closed her eyes. The peace she cherished was seemingly lost, but upon opening her eyes it was time to begin again, to become a mirror reflecting the self-care she renewed each day. ©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.