“This was a man who moved like the gods were watching: every gesture he made was upright and correct. There was no… — 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… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,' Chiron said. 'And perhaps it is a greater grief, after all, to… — 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
“Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished.… — Madeleine Miller Copy Share Image
“I could not make him a god,' she says. Her jagged voice, rich with grief. But you made him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Name one hero who was happy." "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let… — 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
“The presence of the other boys did not comfort me; our dead come for their vengeance regardless if witnesses.” — Madeleine Miller Copy Share Image
“There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Chiron had once said that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. 'No man is worth more than another, wherever he… — 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
“Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?' I am made of memories. 'Speak, then.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
