Sweetbitter Song

Within these pages, there are moments of beauty and hope, joy and friendship, and tenderness and passion. She looked like she belonged in the realm of the divine, stitched from shadows and moonlight and secrets, all things beautifully mysterious. His love was so gentle, so genuine, the kind many men and women would dream of holding in their hands. This fragile burst of hope was quickly eclipsed by the sight of Telemachus dragging a naked, bound slave into the courtyard and placing him at Odysseus’s feet.