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“Achilles—for it was Achilles—dropped Deidameia’s hand and flung himself joyously at me, knocking me backwards with the force of his embrace.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“That the best of the Myrmidons will die before two more years have passed.” Achilles’ face was still; utterly still. “We have known it was coming,” he said. A curt shake of her head. “No. The prophecy says you will still be alive when it happens.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The knife’s edge fell onto her throat, and blood spurted over the altar, spilled down her dress. She choked, tried to speak, could not. Her body thrashed and writhed, but the hands of the king pinned her down. At last her struggles grew weaker, her kicking less; at last she lay still.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother’s lyre. He had brought it with him. “I wish I had known,” I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. “I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.” He smiled. “Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles