Azure fog, its blue moon glow soothing all directions in an etherial forest, whispering, holding her hand, making her understand the heartbeat she followed was near. In a forest waiting, arms beckoned, her steps finding a cliffside path where the moisture in the air painted her eyes, the touch anticipated appearing in the darkness to pull her closer. ©June 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.
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