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.

became one more old soul pushing into the great unknown, his brain dizzy with what he might find out there.

We have cause for more hope than they dare give us. There’s more at our disposal to broaden our horizons than they’ll allow. We have been raised on a pack of lies, made to fear by the sight of our kinsmen rotting on the hills, but now one of us has crossed over that! They have seen new horizons!

“I’m coming for you. I’m coming home, and I’m coming to clean.”