Maia

“He was watching me closely, reading my face over and over, like a priest searching the auguries for an answer. I could see the slight line in his forehead that meant utmost concentration.
Something shifted in me then, like the frozen surface of the Apidanos in spring. I had seen the way he looked at Deidameia; or rather the way he did not. It was the same way he had looked at the boys in Phtia, blank and unseeing. He had never, not once, looked at me that way.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“What has Hector ever done to me?”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“It was easy, in those moments, to forget that the war had not yet really begun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“In grief, men must help each other, though they are enemies.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles