A place she'd seen, at first a pinpoint of light waiting in the darkness. It expanded, land rising as mountains, falling as great seas. Communities awoke, cultures spread, good and evil, the gray between, all finding a place to mix upon the landscape. The worldbuilder released her breath and a stirring followed, hopes and dreams, life arcs glowing. They led the way and she followed. ©August 2019, November 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.
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