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They made their way outside and stood on the steps, taking in the dawn light, fuller now, more complete, as it always would be once the day began, no matter who came and went, or who was born, or what was forgotten or
remembered. In time, what had happened would haunt no one and belong to no one, once they themselves had passed on into the darkness and into the abiding shadows.

But more than anything, he saw his mother in the room and saw her in Electra. He saw his mother’s face and heard her voice when he looked at his sister or listened to her speak. And then he would notice a faint presence or a change in the light and he would realize that it was his mother. - Ben bu kadını tanıyorum. Aynı hırs, aynı öfke, aynı ihtiras. Ne kadar babamın kızıyım desende sen benim kızımsın Bihter

There was a time, I know, when I felt rage and I felt sorrow. But now I have lost what leads to rage and sorrow. Maybe the only reason I wander in these spaces has to do with some other feeling, or what is left of it. Maybe that feeling is love. There is someone whom I love still, or have loved and protected, but I cannot be sure of that. No name will come.

It is my mother at some moment in the distant past; she is helpless, being held down. I can hear cries, her cries, and the shriller cries of a figure above her, or lying on her, and then louder cries as the figure flits away, a figure with a beak and wings, with the shape of wings, the wings beating in the air, and my mother lying breathless, whimpering. But I do not know what this means or why it comes to me.

I ask my father what no daughter should ever have to ask. Father, do not kill me!

We are all hungry now. Food merely whets our appetite, it sharpens our teeth; meat makes us ravenous for more meat, as death is ravenous for more death. Murder makes us ravenous, fills the soul with satisfaction that is fierce and then luscious enough to create a taste for further satisfaction.

the women of this story >>>>> the men

ora non per essere la classicista rompicoglioni che sono ma perché questo leandro si chiama leandro e non, come dire, pilade??? per fare per l’appunto oreste e pilade??? it’s rotten work ecc ecc???

this first clytemnestra section read like a psychological thriller and i LOVED it

Love the random Irish myth thrown in for good measure!

lord will i ever acc finish a book i start

i hate when men write from a woman’s perspective but we’ll see

🎶no one likes a maaaaaaad woman🎶

Interesting retelling of Agamemnon’s actions and its effects on his family during and after the Trojan war - seems to be a lot of imagination on his part, but I liked it, it was an easy read!

Barely started and already the most devastating telling of the Iphigenia sacrifice

Excelente!

I don’t like this

"Perhaps the gods keep the memory of death locked up in their store, jealously guarded. Instead, the gods release feelings that were once pure or sweet. Feelings that mattered once. They allow love to matter since love can do no harm to the dead."

Good, so far, but what a weird take on Cassandra.

Gonna DNF this one sorry Colm normally love you but I'm so bored lo

Beautiful Ancient Greek story retold. A pleasure to read

this is giving the scene in song of achilles when patroclus gets to phthia and sees all the other orphan boys (and achilles ofc). but WHERE is pylades

i’m so invested in this but the amount of willpower i need to read it will be sooo death of me like why can’t they all have fun short silly little names

should i be attracted to Aegisthus i’m getting mixed signals here

yikes...

Gosh this is good

I WILL FINISH THIS TODAY

Don't fuck with Clytemnestra.

The chapters in this book are impossibly long

Orestes’ chapters are a little flat compared to Clytemnestra, but I’m still enjoying the book overall.