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The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller Despite their difference, Achilles befriends the shamed prince, and as they grow into young men. Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. Greece in the age of Heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the kingdom of Phthia. Here he is nobody, just another unwanted boy.


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The song of Achilles. byMadeline Miller. Publication date For print- disabled users. Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files. The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, , Ecco edition, in English - 1st ed. "At once a scholar's homage to The Iliad and startlingly original work of art by an incredibly talented new novelist.A book I could not put down."—Ann.

Patroclus was everything that was good about Achilles, he brought out the best in him. Taught him compassion and love, he was an anchor and someone he could come home to! Speak to! Confide in! Once Patroclus was gone the relentless godly part of Achilles showed though and the rest of it is bloody history.

Perhaps she thought I hated her. She did not know that I almost asked him, a hundred times, to be a little kinder to her.

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You do not have to humiliate her so thoroughly, I thought. But it was not kindness he lacked, it was interest.

His gaze passed over her as if she were not here. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone.

But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

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Yes, I whispered. He is no one I have ever seen before. My rage towards him is hot as blood. I will never forgive him. I imagine tearing down our tent, smashing the lyre, stabbing myself in the stomach and bleeding to death.

I want to see his face broken with grief and regret. I want to shatter the cold mask of stone that has slipped down over the boy I knew. He has given her to Agamemnon knowing what will happen.

If you are truly his friend you will help him leave his soft heart behind. Do not forget it.

You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature. On the one hand he gave sound advice and knew exactly what he did and on the other hand he forced Achilles on his destined path. Of all the countless men that manipulated young Achilles, Odysseus probably was the worst, hiding behind the mask of a friend but ultimately pursuing his own goals. Very clever indeed! Your war prizes are hostage, placed in my care until you offer your obedience and submission.

Let us start with that girl. Briseis, is her name? She will do as a penance for the girl you have forced me to return.

Such an unfair and dishonourable numpty!!! I hate him and all his actions! I mean what kind of father would trade his daughter away and then kill her?!

His own flesh and blood! Those moments at the end and the tense situation between Achilles and him had me at the edge of my seat and all I wanted to do was to scream at the injustice that took place in front of me!!! Such a stubborn and self-righteous fool!! He should have listened to Achilles but he was too proud to. Enough said!

Thetis: Another person that landed on my shit list! I mean I understand that she was Achilles mother and only wanted the best for her son, but it was more than just obvious that the best was Patroclus and I hated her for always trying to drive a wedge between them!

I remembered the heat of him against my skin. I loved their relationship! They were so gentle and adorable and no matter what happened and no matter how many obstacles were in their way they always managed to find back to each other! They had confidence in each other and they supported each other regardless of the consequences. THIS was the real deal!!! A connection so deep that no one could destroy it, a love so strong that it cast aside all obstacles, their trust so deep that they could talk about everything!!!

Boy, I could gush about this relationship at eye level for eternity and still would never get tired of it! I think in the end their unconditional love for each other was the only thing that was able to break them and it eventually did. How it did! The way Achilles grieved!!! It broke my freaking heart!!! It was like a punch in the gut! I know first-hand how much this hurts, how painful it is to lose a person you love so much, and boy did it trigger my emotions.

They were so beautiful together… so, so, so damn beautiful. I did not mind any more, that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones.

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For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough. It was no use trying the lift. Even at the best of times it was sel - dom working, and at present the electric current was cut off during daylight hours.

It was part of the economy drive in preparation for Hate Week. The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way. On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall.

It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move.

Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of fig - 4 ures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguish - able.

The instrument the telescreen, it was called could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off complete - ly. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the win - ter that had just ended.

Outside, even through the shut window-pane, the world looked cold. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere.

The blackmoustachiod face gazed down from every commanding corner. There was one on the house-front immediately opposite. Down at street level an - other poster, torn at one corner, flapped fitfully in the wind, alternately covering and uncovering the single word IN - GSOC. In the far distance a helicopter skimmed down between the roofs, hovered for an instant like a bluebottle, and darted away again with a curving flight.

It was the po - lice patrol, snooping into peoples windows. The patrols did Free eBooks at Planet eBook. Only the Thought Police mattered.

Behind Winstons back the voice from the telescreen was still babbling away about pig-iron and the overfulfilment of the Ninth Three-Year Plan. The telescreen received and transmitted simultaneously.

Any sound that Winston made, above the level of a very low whisper, would be picked up by it, moreover, so long as he remained within the field of vi - sion which the metal plaque commanded, he could be seen as well as heard.An eBook is an electronic book, one you read digitally on your computer, laptop screen or on devices called eBook readers.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart? Madeline Miller. It caused me to cry, it made me angry, it made me smile and it touched me deeply. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. There are quite a few really intriguing titles on that list. The true tragedy about this all is that he never even wanted to take part in the war, he was more or less forced into it and I think looking at it in retrospective a life as a normal person would have been preferable to the one of a hero.

Were there always these vis - tas of rotting nineteenth-century houses, their sides shored up with baulks of timber, their windows patched with card - board and their roofs with corrugated iron, their crazy garden walls sagging in all directions? Well, most of the time.

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