On Wool

Hugh Howey, Wool - One of the things she loved about having Marnes around was that his thoughts could be so black as to make hers shine gray. - - She slept with a man in her arms for the first time in decades, and woke to a bed familiarly empty, but a heart strangely full. - - We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. - - Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience...