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“Name one hero who was happy... You cant. I cant. I know. They never let you be famous AND happy. I'll tell you a secret. Tell me. I'm going to be the first. Swear it. Why me? Because your the reason. Swear it. I swear it. I swear it.”

Quote by Madeline Miller

Work

The Song of Achilles

An adaptation of the Iliad, this novel explores the relationship between Achilles, the legendary warrior, and his close friend Patroclus, set against the backdrop of the Trojan War. more

Author

Madeline Miller
Madeline Miller

Madeline Miller is an American novelist known for her modern interpretations of Greek mythology. Born on July 24, 1978, she graduated from Princeton University and later earned a Ph.D. from Harvard University. Her works, 'The Song of Achilles' and 'Circe', have been widely acclaimed by readers. more

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