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336 pages, Hardcover
First published September 9, 2021
"A god can spy on a woman as much as he likes, it seems, though a man may no, even by mistake, glimpse a naked goddess.
"Not like that! cried Pygmalion, suddenly furious. "Go back to the couch. Lie down. Please. I arranged you so beautifully. She had no idea what he was saying, but every newly awakened instinct in her body was telling her to get away from him. He made to grab her, but in truth he was terrified. This is not what he thought he had made, this dishevelled woman with sweat glinting off her clavicle, this woman shrieking like something escaped from Hades, this woman now staggering towards the door and her liberty.
Looking down from Olympus, Aphrodite smiled to herself, then shrugged, and started to comb out her long, shining hair."
"But Priam--and his eldest son, Hector, Paris's brother--knew that Helen was a pretext. There was always an excuse for war, some symbol or stand-in. It was often a woman; this time it was Helen. What the Greeks really wanted, all along, was Troy's wealth They wanted the treasuries of her temples emptied out, her women lined up and shared out-soft bodies on which to vent their rage and greed."
"But Jason didn't tell Medea all that he knew about Theseus and Ariadne. He didn't tell her that after the pair escaped from Crete they put in for the night on the island of Naxos. He didn't tell her that early in the morning, before it was light, when Ariadne was still asleep, Theseus ordered his crew to put to sea without her, leaving her all alone on the shore--betraying her, breaking all his promises to her."
"A the death of their king and his daughter the Corinthians started rioting; they were a mob, terrifying in their cries for vengeance. Medea's boys did as they had been instructed by their mother. To keep safe, to keep them from harm, they should run to the temple of Hera, where no one would hurt them. But the Corinthians ignored the sanctity of the temple. They turned on those children....When Medea heard the dreadful news....But that's not what happened. As the rabble approached, her doors swung open and she came outside. At the sight of her, the mob fell back--they were blinded, burned, by the deadly, shimmering heat that came from her."
"Inside the palace, Clytemnestra led her husband through to the bath, and, with smooth assurance, helped him strip off his clothes."