Timidity creates nothing. I’ve had this one on an IV drip for the last two months and it would not be hyperbole to say it’s been quite literally anchoring my sanity. Before, I couldn’t possibly have imagined it landing with anywhere near the stratospheric impact of The Song of Achilles. Because how could it? Reader, …
“I listened, and did not speak. Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark, or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.” And so finally, after nigh on 24 years of existence, I have found the perfect book. …
That scar – as the old nurse cradled his leg and her hands passed down she felt it, knew it, suddenly let his foot fall – down it dropped in the basin – the bronze clanged, tipping over, spilling water across the floor. Joy and torment gripped her heart at once, tears rushed to her …
