The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

“There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”

WHAt!!!!!!!!!!!

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.

Omg i am bawling