Wool (Silo #1)

by Hugh Howey

The children were playing while Holston climbed to his death; he could hear them squealing as only happy children do.

If I’ve learned one thing from my job, it’s that no crime or crazy mob is ever all that original.”

“You’re saying that someone wiped out our history to stop us from repeating it?”

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

And that’s when Juliette realized what she had to do. A project to pull the wool back from everyone’s eyes, a favor to the next fool who slipped up or dared to hope aloud.

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.

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

“We can’t control where we are right now,” he mumbled, “just what we do going forward.”