The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence. Later, Achilles pressed close for a final, drowsy whisper. “If you have to go, you know I will go with you.” We slept.

six, seven

am known for my honesty, for my kindheartedness.

Is he the best of the greeks??

He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

“Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons.”

Tys