On her knees, she lit the candle, beheld the beauty, the tranquility, the understated power. Feminine strength, elegant and graceful, often content to nurture and heal until wronged, and then an inferno in a leopard's eyes. Let them scoff and ridicule. Let them diminish and disparage. Flames have a way of spreading when provoked, teaching the unwary about firestorms. ©May 2022 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.