Once upon the glimmer of a fading thought, she caught a glimpse of the dream once thought gone forever in a life where her past self believed she had eternity. If improbably glimpsing the dream was a momentary reality, then grasping it anew was possible, for she could still walk its roads, hear its songs, and catch its tears in her hand. ©February 2017, December 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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