“You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more… — 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 conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I think: this is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: how long… — 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
“That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when… — 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
“He liked such sharpness, for there was nothing in him that had any blood you might spill.” — 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
“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 Image
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
