Nicolette

“Her voice was low and lovely, carrying to every corner of the hall. “I do.” It was all she said, but I felt the shiver go through the men around me. Even as a child I felt it, and I marveled at the power of this woman who, though veiled, could electrify a room. Her skin, we suddenly remembered, was rumored to be gilded, her eyes dark and shining as the slick obsidian that we traded our olives for. At that moment she was worth all the prizes in the center of the hall, and more. She was worth our lives.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Yes, sir. Would you like free salad and garlic bread?” “No, that’s fine,” Rodney answered, which, I’ll admit, was a minor disappointment.”
― Nita Prose, The Maid

“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

“Whichever you choose, you are wrong.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles