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pes edeyim deme—
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Şu anda okuduğu kitaplar
‘Gotta say, I feel like you’re not appreciating what I’m going through right now.’
Mae leaned her chin against her palm. ‘So sorry, Amalia. You’re going through… making yourself read a book?’
I shrugged, pulling a face, like obviously.
‘Aren’t you still super close to the start?’ she asked.
Leaning back in my chair, I began flicking my pen between my fingers. ‘Objection: reading is about the journey. The journey has begun. I feel like that’s what we should be focusing on.’
Reklam
Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother’s lyre. He had brought it with him.
“I wish I had known,” I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. “I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.”
He smiled. “Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.”
“Patroclus.” Achilles did not slur my name, as people often did, running it together as if in a hurry to be rid of it. Instead, he rang each syllable: Pa-tro-clus.
Peleus rubbed his nose in thought. “The boy is an exile with a stain upon him. He will add no luster to your reputation.”
“I do not need him to,” Achilles said. Not proudly or boastfully. Honestly. Peleus acknowledged this. “Yet other boys will be envious that you have chosen such a one. What will you tell them?”
“I will tell them nothing.” The answer came with no hesitation, clear and crisp. “It is not for them to say what I will do.”