Moonlit Shelters E-Book

Christopher T. Winters

• Herausgeber: Christopher T. Winters
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 40

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Moonlit Shelters – Calm Tales from the Edge of Night is a gentle collection of ten soothing night stories designed to quiet the mind and soften the heart. Each tale leads you into a different sanctuary of the night—lantern-lit paths, dreaming forests, moonlit gardens, whispering waters, and serene places where long-forgotten memories rest. Written in Christopher T. Winters' signature calm and poetic style, these stories unfold like slow breaths, inviting you to pause, unwind, and sink into a sense of peaceful stillness. Here, nothing rushes. Nothing demands. Every chapter offers a moment of comfort and emotional clarity. Perfect for bedtime, late-night reading, mindfulness routines, and anyone seeking rest, reflection, or a gentle escape from the noise of the day. Let the night hold you. Let the stories breathe for you. Find your own shelter woven in moonlight.

Leseprobe

Moonlit Shelters

Calm Tales from the Edge of Night

by Christopher T. Winters

Imprint

Author:Christopher T. WintersThorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany

E-mail: [email protected]

Responsible for content (German law §§ 5 TMG / 55 RStV):Thorsten FrenzelFinkenkruger Straße 214612 FalkenseeGermany

Copyright Notice

© 2025 Christopher T. WintersAll rights reserved.

No part of this e-book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, scanning, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews and other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

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All characters, places, and events in this book—unless explicitly identified as historical—are fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Foreword

There are nights that ask for nothing more than your presence. Nights that do not rush you, do not demand explanation, do not measure your worth by the weight you carry. They simply open the quiet for you and wait—softly, patiently—until your breath remembers its rhythm.

Moonlit Shelters was born on such nights.

These stories are not meant to pull you into grand adventures or urgent quests. They are small, gentle places—sanctuaries tucked into the folds of the world—meant to remind you that rest is not a luxury, but a home you can always return to.

Here, lanterns glow for wanderers who have forgotten what they were searching for. Bridges hum with memories you didn’t know were still inside you. Forests dream without waking, and the sea listens without judgment. Paths remember your footsteps. Moonlit gardens show you the light you carry. And the night itself holds you when you forget how to hold yourself.

Each chapter in this book stands on its own, but together they form a map— a quiet constellation— guiding you toward gentler places within your heart.

Wherever you are, however you feel, I hope these tales offer you what the night once offered me:

a moment of breath,a pause to soften,a reminder that you are not alone beneath the sky.

May you find your own shelter here— woven in moonlight, carried by calm, waiting with open hands at the edge of night.

— Christopher T. Winters

Chapter 1 – The Lantern That Waited for Dawn

The night had settled over the quiet valley like a soft blanket, woven from deep blue shadows and threads of silver light. The moon hung low above the hills, drifting slowly through the sky as though it moved only for those still wandering so late. On this particular night, when the wind carried the gentlest of breaths, a lone traveler followed a narrow footpath that wound between whispering pines. His name was Elias. He carried no great burden and no heavy pack, yet something in his posture felt weighted—like someone who had spent a long time searching for something he could not quite name. His steps were slow and steady, careful not to disturb the peace that surrounded him.

As the path curved and dipped, it rose toward a small crest, and there Elias saw something that did not belong to the forest at all. A lantern hung from the low branch of a crooked old oak, its metal frame weathered but intact. A faint golden glow shimmered inside it, flickering gently though no wind stirred. Elias paused, uncertain. No one lived out here, and few travelers passed through these woods. Who would hang a lantern deep among the trees? And why did it look as though it had been lit only moments ago?

He stepped closer. As his hand hovered near the lantern’s handle, the flame brightened—not in alarm, but like a soft welcome. Elias touched the metal. It was cool, untouched by heat. The flame swayed within, casting warm ripples across the forest floor. Something deep within him stirred—a memory rising from a place he had not visited in years. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth wash over him.