The Black Farm (The Black Farm, #1)

by Elias Witherow

“What do we do when we reach The Barn?” one of the old men asked. I thought it was Anthony, but then realized I didn’t give a shit.

Murder without accountability. The thought was terrifying…and disturbingly wonderful. I was in a place where the strongest sat on the throne. I was in a world where brute force was the only police. If I didn’t like something, I had the freedom to eliminate it.

Why bother to be a good person here? Why hold on to morals and compassion? What good would that do me in this place? What good had it done while I was alive?

Ryder began to shake, his cries warming my heart with deathly intention.

I didn’t give him a second to resist. I sat up on him and plunged my fingers into his eyes, popping them like rotten grapes.

“To kill yourself so young…I remember being a teenager. Everything hits so much harder at that age.”

Love is both good and evil. It is the antidote and the poison of your entire species.

“For a race obsessed with material objects, isn’t it funny that the most desired possession of the human heart…is love?”