Fledgling flame, match to wick, to breed anew or split in two and live again, to touch the need that made her burn. Glowing power, silent heat, to yearn and learn and bare her soul, discovery a joyous journey that soothed the burn. Warming hands, caressing eyes, sparking light across the night she treasured, shared with someone who burned too. ©April 2014, August 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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