Maia

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

“I could not make him a god," she says. Her jagged voice, rich with grief.
/But you made him./”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Are you frightened?" I asked. The first call of a nightingale in the trees at our backs.
"No," he answered. "This is what I was born for.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Will I feel his ashes as they fall against mine? I think of the snowflakes on Pelion, cold on our red cheeks. The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me. Somewhere his soul waits, but it is nowhere I can reach. Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free. His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles