“Did he know, or only guess at Achilles’ destiny? As he lay alone in his rose-colored cave, had some glimmer of prophecy come to him? Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles “We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles I haven’t felt the need […]
If you have to go, I will go with you.
The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
