by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Jan 18, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The moon was already brimming into fullness that night. The flower moon, they call it. The moon (Kason says) of rebirth and renewal. But the moon was the last thing on my mind then. I doubt I could have seen it, anyway—not through the cloudy strips of glass...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Jan 6, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The idea was mine, to begin with, even though Jaz keeps insisting it was hers. Probably because even now, none of us can believe that I—the girl who’d never gotten a speeding ticket or cut a class or kissed a boy—actually concocted the scheme of driving across America...
