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“Thus he prayed, and Phoebus Apollo heard him, and set out from the heights of Olympus, rage in his heart, with his bow on his shoulders and his hooded quiver; the arrows clattered on his shoulders as he raged, as the god himself moved; and he came like the night. Then far from the ships he crouched, and let loose an arrow – and terrible was the ring of his silver bow.”

Quote by Caroline Alexander

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The Iliad

An ancient Greek epic, The Iliad, narrates the events of the Trojan War, focusing on the conflict between the Greeks and the Trojans, particularly the story of the warrior Achilles. more

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Caroline Alexander
Caroline Alexander

Caroline Alexander, born in 1956, is an accomplished American author. Her works span a variety of fields, including literature, history, and travel. Alexander's writing style is known for its in-depth research and precise attention to detail. more

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