Christing

“It's not fair," I said. "It cannot be."

"Those are two different things," my grandmother said.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“But there was no wound she could give me that I had not already given myself.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

Then, child, make another.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe