Unfortunately I’m a little geek and know a lot about Greek mythology so yeah, I already knew how it would end before it even ended. Those moments were so precious I couldn’t get enough of them and all I wanted was for them to be happy. Even though she never went into detail, never actually let them say that they loved each other it was still palpable in every single moment they shared together. What I loved the most was how she managed to convey Achilles’ and Patroclus relationship though. This book was just so beautiful! So, so damn beautiful! Madeline Miller definitely has a way with words and I loved how this story was written: Poetical with a lot of mythological facts and with so many details that it succeeded to make this a more than just intriguing journey. I was about 37% percent in (yes I looked it up! -P) when I first started to cry and it didn’t get any better after that. Well, both of those things came true, even way earlier than I had initially anticipated. The moment I read the first page I was already certain of two things:ġ.) This would become one of my all-time favourites and I’d gush about it like crazy.Ģ.) It wouldn’t only leave me devastated and heartbroken but also sobbing like a little child. Then, when they were got together, he rose and spoke among them.”We were like gods, at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.” First he smote their mules and their hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the people themselves, and all day long the pyres of the dead were burning.įor nine whole days he shot his arrows among the people, but upon the tenth day Achilles called them in assembly-moved thereto by Juno, who saw the Achaeans in their death-throes and had compassion upon them. He sat himself down away from the ships with a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death as he shot his arrow in the midst of them. He came down furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the rage that trembled within him.

Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. If I have ever decked your temple with garlands, or burned your thigh-bones in fat of bulls or goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows avenge these my tears upon the Danaans.’ ‘Hear me,’ he cried, ‘O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest Tenedos with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. Not a word he spoke, but went by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo whom lovely Leto had borne.

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