A Spartan's Sorrow (The Grecian Women Trilogy, #2)

by Hannah M. Lynn

“It is no animal she requires,” he said, with a voice that could have been a thousand years old. “It is a child. Your fairest daughter, Iphigenia.”

Never believe yourself to be worth less than him, or any man for that matter, because thinking it is the start of it becoming true.”

It felt like the type of plan her husband would adopt. One that caused the most death and despair, without him having to lift a sword or get his hands dirty.

“You do not have to talk to learn,” he replied. “In fact, often it is better if you do not. Far better to listen.”

“Tell me then, how should I have behaved? I had a role to play. Surely you see that? All we ever have are the roles they force us to play.”

The goddesses, the mothers, they are the ones we turn to. And yet it is a god’s word that we have to obey, one that tells us that a man must be avenged, but not a woman.”

Our choices are shaped by our experiences, and our experiences by those who surround us from our birth.

It is not possible to say we truly understand someone if we have never walked that person’s path. While I cannot truly empathise, I can at least sympathise.

“In our darkest moments, we should recognise not just what has been lost, but who continues to stand beside us.

There are often two sides to these problems. Take one, the world gets better and becomes a brighter place. Take the other, there is only darkness and torment.