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“Know what I think?�� “No. You can keep your two cents. You look broke.”
― L.J. Shen, My Dark Desire

“Swear to me,' he said. 'Swear to me that if you go you will not fight them. You will stay with Automedon in the chariot, and let the Myrmidons go in front of you.'
'Yes.' I pressed my hand to his. 'Of course. I am not mad. To frighten them, that is all.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Be careful tomorrow,' she says. 'Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons...It is truth,' she says. 'Let it stand, for once.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“The knowledge rushes up in him, choking off breath. A scream comes, tearing its way out. And then another, and another. He seizes his hair in his hands and yanks it from his head. Golden strands fall on to the bloody corpse. Patroclus, he says, Patroclus, Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only. Somewhere Odysseus is kneeling, urging food and drink. A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills him there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles