Cross-legged on the floor, she quieted her mind, sought the fabric that was existence, that was the entirety of life. She was unique, gifted with meaning and purpose, bestowed with the knowledge she could create her future one act at a time. Choice was knowing, choice came with responsibility, for the fabric of humanity was individual threads, but each action influenced the whole. ©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.