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- I clap my hands over my ears. The voices of the dead were said to have the power to make the living mad. I must not hear him speak.
- our dead come for their vengeance regardless of witnesses.
- “Tonight you’re to sleep in my room,” he said. I was so shocked that my mouth would have hung open.
- WHAT THE FUUUCK!!!!!! YOU DON'T WASTE TIME DO YOU, ACHILLES????
- They never let you be famous and happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.”“Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this.“I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.”“Why me?”“Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”“I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.“I swear it,” he echoed.
- oh fuck off
- “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
- Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
- looked back to Achilles. He was holding the earrings up to his ears now, turning them this way and that, pursing his lips, playing at girlishness. It amused him, and the corner of his mouth curved up.
- “Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me.”
- Afterwards, when Agamemnon would ask him when he would confront the prince of Troy, he would smile his most guileless, maddening smile. “What has Hector ever done to me?”
- “I’m sure you’re right. After all, Hector hasn’t done anything to you.”He smiled then, as I had hoped he would. “Yes,” he said. “I’ve heard that.”
- ha, yet.
- “There are too many of them,” he said. “It’s simpler if they just remember me.”
- “Fucking Paris,” he says.
- “There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.”
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