More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
There was no real structure to prevent chaos, there was only a collective faith in order.
The trees moved a little in the wind, but that was the only thing that happened.
If they didn’t know how it would end—with night, with more terrible noise from the top of Olympus, with bombs, with disease, with blood, with happiness, with deer or something else watching them from the darkened woods—well, wasn’t that true of every day?
