"When the war began, Andromache still pictured a happy future. As long as Hector lived, she had hope — no matter how many scars he collected. "

"He brought flowers. Great, heaping piles in a variety of colors — so many that we didn’t know where to put them all."

"Artemis sheds her skin easily, peeling the divine layer off like a husk. She wriggles into whatever shape suits her best."

"The van in their driveway is totaled. May doesn’t need an expert to tell her that. The oak tree growing through it is proof enough."

"Is Mycenae still home? After so many years in Tauris, she’s not sure."