“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“…the feeling that flickered in me now was much older. There he was, his flesh laid open before me. This is something… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But Athena had no babe, and she never would. Her only love was reason. And that has never been the same as… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“It was work, day after day of it. Witchcraft is the same. I have laboured for centuries and still I have not… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I was not like them. Are you not? The voice was my uncle's, resonant and deep. Then you must think, Circe. What… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He liked such sharpness, for there was nothing in him that had any blood you might spill.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I know who you are, daughter of the sun. All that the sea touches comes to me at last in the depths.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I had not fooled myself with false hope. I was a goddess, and he a mortal, and both of us were imprisoned.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He liked the way the obsidian reflected his light, the way its slick surfaces caught fire as he passed. Of course, he… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveller, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I did not pretend to be a mortal. I showed my lambent, yellow eyes at every turn. None of it made a… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I had stood beside my father's light, I had held Aeetes in my arms, and my bed was heaped with thick-woolled blankets… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I had kept away from him for so many reasons: his mother and my son, his father and Athena. Because I was… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“-’Tell me’, he said, ‘who gives better offerings, a miserable man or a happy one’? -’A happy one, of course.’ -’Wrong. A… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“The nymphs wafted around me. Their smothered laughter drifted down the halls. At least, I told myself, it was not their brothers,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive No in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different colour, a different foam-capped height, but always the same… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“This was a man who moved like the gods were watching: every gesture he made was upright and correct. There was no one else… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“Briseis is kneeling by my body. She has brought water and cloth, and washes the blood and dirt from my skin. Her hands are… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl's. It struck from me a sudden, springing dislike.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. — Madeline Miller Copy Share
