Eira

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

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 of the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles