More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.
“But I would have the memory be worthy of the man.
He doesn’t know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won’t light.
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.
