Circe Quote by Madeline Miller Download Open image ““He liked such sharpness, for there was nothing in him that had any blood you might spill.”” — Madeline Miller ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Circe Greek mythology Greek-gods Hermes Sharpness Wit
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