Wool (Silo, #1)

by Hugh Howey

“Do you think it’s natural? Not wandering too far from where we live?”

room enough for two old friends, two comrades, to walk side by side on the steps of chipping paint, their arms swinging and every now and then, very occasionally, brushing together.

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

Would last night feel more and more like a dream? Or would old ghosts return to haunt them both?

“What we control,” Juliette said, “is our actions once fate puts us there.”