We fell asleep and claimed to be becalmed by our uncertainty. We learned to trust unlikely things like shadow clocks and canvas wings. We traced the maze until the end. And followed music on the wind like silent streams to unknown coasts. So haunted by the empty sky and waking dreams of daylight ghosts.
Setting aside her childhood dream of becoming a fighter pilot in favor of an occupation where she was slightly less likely to die, A. L. Buehrer started writing fiction as a teenager. Since then, she has dedicated her life to creating compelling and unforgettable stories for Christian audiences.
She also runs a serial fiction blog called Unsweeteneddarjeeling.com where she shares a weird variety of short stories with anyone who wanders in out of the cold.