The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

*crying begins*

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

Are you kidding me, Madeline Miller?? My poor, poor heart.

Our world was one of blood, and the honor it won; only cowards did not fight. For a prince there was no choice. You warred and won, or warred and died.