Miller.epub - Galatea - Madeline

"You are so beautiful," he whispered to me the next morning, running his fingers down my arm.

"You made the statue," I told him, prying his fingers away with a strength that shocked him. "But the gods made the woman. And the woman belongs to no one." Galatea - Madeline Miller.epub

I walked out of the heavy wooden doors of his estate and stepped onto the dirt path. For the first time in my life, the ground beneath my feet felt real. The air smelled of salt and wild herbs. "You are so beautiful," he whispered to me

He froze. The hammer in his hand—the same hammer he used to chip away at new blocks of stone in his studio—dropped to the floor with a loud, heavy thud. He looked at me with genuine terror in his eyes. He loved the goddess-given flesh, but he was absolutely terrified of the mind that lived inside it. "What did you say?" he hissed. And the woman belongs to no one