Time, when it stood still, went nowhere, grew no possibilities. Salvation, it wasn't to be found in the avoidance she'd crafted with care. Life, it didn't happen in a vacuum's darkness while she waited. Answers, they weren't to be found, nor delivered, but for her to make. ©August 2019, 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.