Wool (Silo #1)

by Hugh Howey

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 was something she had always taken for granted. The priests said it had always been here, that it was lovingly created by a caring God, that everything they would ever need had been provided for. Juliette had a hard time with this story.

“What do seeds do when they’re left too long?” she asked him. He frowned. “We rot,” he said. “All of us. We go bad down here, and we rot so deep that we won’t grow anymore.” He blinked and looked up at her. “We’ll never grow again.”

Walker was the one who had taught Scottie that it’s always okay to admit when you don’t know something. If you couldn’t do this, you would never truly know anything.