Book to Screen Series (1/?) - The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
“There was silence then, and I did not care about the damp pallet or how sweaty I was. His eyes were unwavering, green flecked with gold. A certainty rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. it will be like this, always, for as long as he will let me.
If I had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
‘Patroclus’, he said. He was always better with words than I.”
