Sam Brook

“Let him.” He kneels, smooths back the hair on my forehead. I am wrapped in blankets, to muffle the smell.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“You fools,” I said. “I am the one who made that creature. I did it for pride and vain delusion. And you thank me? Twelve of your men are dead for it, and how many thousands more to come? That drug I gave her is the strongest I have. Do you understand, mortals?”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“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