Mason has a one way ticket out of the silo. He entrusts his daughter to fulfill his last wishes. Sara cannot resist trying to uncover more about her fathers' secret life, especially after what he does during his cleaning. Follow Sara's tragic journey into the silo's resistance in this short story based on Hugh Howey's world of Wool. What reviewers are saying: "...a lot of unexpected twists and turns along the way." - Patrice M. Fitzgerald "Thomas Robins does a great job extending the Wool universe." -Debra Miller

Silo 42 has a secret. There are 50 Silos in total. None know the others exist. They live in isolation, under the illusion they are the only humans still alive on Earth, protected by their sophisticated underground micro-universe for centuries, while they wait for the harsh outside conditions and aftermath of the Great War to subside. However, life in Silo 42 is more sustainable than the others. Energy resources have been updated. Creativity, freedom, and transparency have created the conditions for its people to thrive. All positive indicators for Silo health. But that was never the true ...

The old world is buried. A new one has been forged atop the shifting dunes. Here in this land of howling wind and infernal sand, four siblings find themselves scattered and lost. Their father was a sand diver, one of the elite few who could travel deep beneath the desert floor and bring up the relics and scraps that keep their people alive. But their father is gone. And the world he left behind might be next.

In a silo where cleanings are a cause for celebration and are handled by a crew of teenage boys, a hazing initiation goes horribly wrong. The silo leadership hunts for the boys to clean - this time without the safety of the silo waiting for them when they finish. The story is told through the eyes of two teenage girls: Petra and Tavi. Enamored with the cleaning crew, they find themselves on the wrong side of an extravagant manhunt. Unfortunately, they don’t find out what’s really happening in the silo until the final, deadly confrontation.

Wayfinding is the ancient seafaring art of navigating according to the natural signs. As a self-help philosophy, Wayfinding means being aware of our environment and our responses to outside stimuli. It also means learning about the environment for which we evolved, and how it differs from the environment in which we live. Wayfinding is not a destination. It is a neverending journey. It doesn't have to be yours; it is simply a description of the path that I am on, with all my bumbling and lack of expertise on full display.