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“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Everything is a negotiation with you, Brekker. You probably bartered your way out of the womb.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“For her grasshopper, nightingale of the field, and her tree-dwelling
cicada, Myro built a common tomb,
a girl who shed a virgin's tear. For pitiless
Hades left with both her toys.”
― Anyte, The Poems of Anyte of Tegea

“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles