The Will of the Many (Hierarchy, #1)

by James Islington

but it’s not fair to sate my curiosity at the expense of her pain.

It’s been a long time—a long time—since I’ve felt even the tenuous bonds of friendship, and I’m surprised to discover just how much I’ve missed it.

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but I still feel an affinity with the other boy. Genuine affection, even if it can’t be accompanied by honesty. It’s the closest I’ve come to actual friendship in a long, long while.

It is not the strong who benefit in their system, no matter what they say—it is the weak. It is the ones willing to do anything, sacrifice anything, to rise. It rewards avarice and is so steeped in a wrong way of thinking that those within it cannot even see it.”