The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

No soul wished to be sent early to the endless gloom of our underworld.

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

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

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

‘A thousand ships have sailed for her.’