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Achilles’ tent to beg for his son Hector’s bodyy. During the sack of Troyy, hewas killed byy Achilles’ son, Pyyrrhus.PYRRHUS. Formallyy named Neoptolemus but called “Pyyrrhus” for his fieryyhair, he was the son of Achilles and the princess Deidameia. He joined thewar after his father’s death, participating in the trick of the Trojan horse andbrutallyy murdering the old king of Troyy, Priam. In Book 2 of the Aeneid,Vergil tells the storyy of Pyyrrhus’ role in the sack of Troyy.https://books.yossr.com/en
AcknowledgmentsWriting this novel was a ten-yyear-long journeyy, and I was fortunate enoughto meet manyy more kindlyy deities than angryy Cyyclopes along the wayy. Itwould be impossible to thank everyyone who offered me encouragementover the yyears—it would take a second book—but there are some divinitiesthat need worshipping.In particular, I want to thank myy earlyy readers, who gave me such lovingand thoughtful responses: Carolyyn Bell, Sarah Furlow, and MichaelBourret. I also want to thank myy amazing godmother, BarbaraThornbrough, who has cheered me on the whole wayy, as well as the Drakefamilyy for their kind encouragement and for being expert consultants onwide-ranging matters. Myy heartfelt appreciation goes also to myy teachers,especiallyy Diane Dubois, Susan Melvoin, Kristin Jaffe, Judith Williams, andJim Miller; and to myy passionate and fabulous students, Shakespeareansand Latin scholars alike, for teaching me much more than I ever taughtthem.I have been fortunate enough to have not one but three amazing mentorsin Classics, teaching, and life: David Rich, Joseph Pucci, and Michael C. J.Putnam. I am grateful beyyond measure to their kindness and erudition.Thanks also to the entire Brown Universityy Classics Department. It goeswithout sayying that all errors and distortions in this work are myy ownentirelyy, and not theirs.Special thanks to Walter Kasinskas, and to the beautiful and talentedNora Pines, who has alwayys believed I would be a writer despite reading anumber of myy earlyy short stories.Thanks and thanks and ever thanks to the inimitable, irrepressible, andoutstanding Jonah Ramu Cohen, a fierce fieryy warrior who fought for thisbook everyy step of the wayy. I am so grateful for yyour friendship.A Mount Olyympus of gratitude to the astounding Julie Barer, best of allAgents, who swept me off myy feet and into a miracle, along with all the restof her amazing team.https://books.yossr.com/en
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THE SONG OF ACHILLESMadeline Miller
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ContentsCoverTitle PageDedicationCh
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Chapter OneMY FATHER WAS A KING AND
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Or perhaps it is the sea itself she
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We were not the first suitors to ar
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“He need not be. I am man enough
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knows it. Theyy will not be so easi
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I did not have the chance to hear m
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“I am no coward.” Myy voice ros
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hour her sentence was finished, she
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corridors and sudden inner rooms. I
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Chapter FourMEALS IN THE VAULTED DI
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myy lips. Its burst of grainyy swee
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“So speak to yyour father, and sa
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The man was angryy but said no more
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waited for his answer.“He is surp
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in anyy of the boyys, though he was
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“Hello,” he said. If he had sho
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its sheath. He swung out with them
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Chapter SixOUR FRIENDSHIP CAME ALL
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I SAW KING PELEUS often now; we wer
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She was taller than I was, taller t
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He was frowning now, his voice loud
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offer her to his son. He answered,
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AT NIGHT, IN BED, images come. They
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mistake. This is what I might have
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pace with myy thoughts. I had nothi
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The voice again, measured and delib
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As we went, Chiron pointed things o
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“I would like yyou to teach me.
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“You knew?” This was Achilles.
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Chapter NineTHE NEXT MORNING I WOKE
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“Come,” said Chiron. “Have I
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I shook myy head. I did not add tha
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I did not know what I expected the
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Chapter TenIT WAS SPRING, AND WE WE
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lean against and breathe the sharp
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“I am.”“Then we will leave yy
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It was not enough. Myy hand reached
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he wished—it was something I did
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The man had recovered himself, some
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Chapter ElevenTHE LAST BIT OF SUN W
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I remembered Chiron’s parting wor
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The herald lifted the list. The roo
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“Theyy will ask me to fight,” A
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before. The guards outside stopped
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When I stood, myy knees ached, as i
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“I am the princess Deidameia,”
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area that I saw now was a dancing c
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It seemed to enrage her. “I will
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“She led the girl to myy room. Sh
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“I understand it,” Achilles sai
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towards him, hoping he would look a
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She glared at me. “I have not giv
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As if she heard myy thought, her fa
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around myy back, bucking me into he
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“I cannot tell.” I stared at th
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“I don’t think yyou’d want me
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Lyycomedes looked between the two m
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When the dance had finished, Odyyss
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Odyysseus nodded. “Thank yyou.”
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“I thought yyou said it would be
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I CANNOT REMEMBER what we said to t
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yyourself for it? Tryy to stop it?
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“You are admiring myy wife, I see
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reallyy boyys anyy longer. How old
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Odyysseus shrugged. “I don’t kn
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our abilities”—he tipped a grac
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Chapter SixteenWE ARRIVED IN PHTHIA
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much? who will be yyour captains? H
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AT LAST THE DAY for our departure c
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Myyrmidon captain cupped his hands
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Another cheer, loud and long, takin
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Chapter EighteenI WOKE THAT NIGHT G
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alwayys propitious, pleasing to the
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thrashed and writhed, but the hands
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this trick of his. I would not let
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I looked up. His face was in shadow
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Diomedes and were a whole ship leng
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Chapter TwentyWE GAINED THE BEACH,
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“What have we come all this wayy
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of the men would not. This was a ki
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He heard the edge in myy voice and
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Agamemnon mounted the dais, and I s
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She froze. The tunic she wore—one
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cheese, or water, or wool. Theyy we
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Achilles considered this, arm folde
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blur of dark heads and polished shi
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each other on the back. An auspicio
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other men gave him. He was capable
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I smiled then. “What does a human
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Machaon did not look up as he spoke
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shoulder healed, with no infection
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He caught the look on myy face thou
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Denied in his own agora, Agamemnon
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had never been in danger, whatever
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the dryying of eyyes. This is how I
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She had not seemed to know I was th
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Her face looked veryy small, and so
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THINGS WERE STRANGE for some time a
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mounted the dais to approach him, h
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puddling in the swamp of their fina
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A hopeful ripple of assent went thr
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right to playy high prince wherever
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“I almost did it there,” he sai
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“He is sending men. For yyou.”I
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sand—eating and walking and gossi
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to see it. She is in Agamemnon’s
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“You know if he had done it, I co
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Chapter Twenty-SevenTHERE ARE THREE
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“Come in,” she sayys, her voice
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Chapter Twenty-EightTHAT NIGHT, PHO
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“Sarpedon. A son of Zeus.” The
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Page 236 and 237: their tears. In myy imagination she
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Page 240 and 241: “Please.” I gripped him. “It
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Page 256 and 257: Her face twists. “You act like a
Page 258 and 259: Achilles looks up at him. “How di
Page 260 and 261: Last of all is a yyoung boyy, Troil
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Page 264 and 265: The tent flap opens, and she is pus
Page 266 and 267: imagined possible theyy pack the ca
Page 268 and 269: generation is abhorred in another.
Page 270 and 271: I am fiercelyy glad. How? It is a c
Page 272 and 273: Character GlossaryGods and Immortal
Page 274 and 275: she holds him. Since the Iliad and
Page 276 and 277: form of a swan). Manyy men sought h
Page 280 and 281: And of course thanks to myy dyynami
Page 282 and 283: CreditsCover design byy Allison Sal
Page 284: About the PublisherAustraliaHarperC
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