He was an orphan, taken on by the alchemist to be little better than a slave. Will had never, not once, had anywhere to go--not really.
He realized this for the first time as he was crouching in the alleyway, but the realization, instead of making him feel unhappy, made him feel strangely free. It was like walking into a room and hearing everyone go silent and knowing yes, it was true, they *were* all talking about you; and they had been saying that your feet smelled like rotten fish; but also that you didn't care.

Autore: Lauren Oliver