The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

“I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.” He smiled. “Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.”

I think you can manage that just fine without having to use the lyre Achilles

“Didn’t even know you liked girls,” Diomedes joked.

He doesnt! HAHAHA

This is how I think of us, when I remember our nights at Troy: Achilles and I beside each other, and Phoinix smiling, and Automedon stuttering through the punch lines of jokes, and Briseis with her secret eyes and quick, spilling laughter.

Awe! You guys are so sweet.

I must not leave Automedon, nor the other Myrmidons. I was to stay in the chariot and flee at the first sign of danger;

This feels an awful lot like that one scene in tlO when Selena pretends to be Clarisse and- well, DIES.

There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that.

You know, im not sure there will

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.