Messenger - Pg 25

   At first, having found his way to Village, he had thought his own brutal beginnings--a fatherless hovel for a home; a grim, defeated mother who beat him and his brother bloody--were unusual. But now he knew that there were communities everywhere, sprinkled across the vast landscape of the known world, in which people suffered. Not always from beatings and hunger, the way he had. But from ignorance. From not knowing. From being kept from knowledge.