Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe, #2)

by Neal Shusterman

People destroying perfectly good buildings, bridges, and other landmarks for the sole purpose of denying others the privilege of their existence?

The uneasy truth was that the division in the scythedom was as deep as a gleaning wound. There was the new order, with platitudes to justify its sadistic appetites, and the old guard, which blustered about how things were supposed to be but was unable to take action to do anything about it. The two factions were locked in a death grip now, but neither could die.