Covering her ears, she knelt. Angry voices SCREAMING. Demanding! Wanting extremism, now! Even if that wasn't her way. She found her breath. Held it. Exhaled slow. Her heart lifted, raised her to her feet, speaking in but a whisper. No, she wouldn't yell. It wasn't to enable hiding. Helping to save the world first required the peace within to save herself. August 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.