The first time Lynn killed a man, she was 9 years old. Her mother taught her the ways of shooting and with good reason: she and Lynn had something highly coveted. A small pond of water, in a world that was desperate for it. Now into her teenage years, Lynn is used to the lonely life she and her mother tend to, a life that cycles only around surviving. Collecting and purifying water is their number one priority. Hunting and growing another. Keeping the men […]
“Why do you always quote poetry at me when all I want is a straight answer?”
Not a Drop to Drink by Mindy McGinnis
