Wool (Silo #1)

by Hugh Howey

She had dreamed of a return to her youth and had instead found herself haunted by old ghosts.

Better to join a ghost than to be haunted by them. Better no life than an empty one—

One of the last things Mayor Jahns had told her had proved truer than she could imagine: people were like machines. They broke down. They rattled. They could burn you or maim you if you weren’t careful.

She recognized the love behind his loss.

We are born, we are shadows, we cast shadows of our own, and then we are gone. All anyone can hope for is to be remembered two shadows deep.

The silo made less sense.

A project to pull the wool

Sneaky ;)

this boy who knew about stars but nothing about her.

trying to pantomime all the false goodness displayed on their visor screens, all to no avail,

A seed of hope.

It touched the part of him that yearned to map the

stars.