Shift: Book 2 of Silo, the New York Times bestselling dystopian series, now an Apple TV drama (Wool Trilogy Series)

TROY PLAYED A hand of solitaire while silo twelve collapsed. There was something about the game that he found blissfully numbing. The repetition held off the waves of depression even better than the pills. The lack of skill required moved beyond distraction and into the realm of complete mindlessness. The truth was, the player won or lost the very

They reminded Donald of how horoscopes were able to land vague and glancing blows, which gave credence to all their other feints.

‘Predict the inevitable,’ she said, ‘and you’re bound to be right one day.’

‘When there’s only God to blame, we forgive him. When it’s our fellow man, we destroy him.’

‘That word means something else, you know,’ his father had told him once, when Mission had spoken of revolution. ‘It also means to go around and around. To revolve. One revolution, and you get right back to where you started.’

‘Children used to be our legacy, right? They were our chance to cheat death, to pass these little bits of ourselves along. But now we hope it can simply be us.’