Galatea - Madeline Miller.epub -

I was no longer a masterpiece on a pedestal. I was a mother, a human, and finally, completely free.

"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 picked up Paphos from her cradle. She was light and warm in my arms. I didn't take the silk dresses or the gold jewelry he had bought to decorate me. I didn't need them. I was no longer a masterpiece on a pedestal

"I am alive," I said. It was the first time I had ever spoken without being spoken to first. completely free. "You made the statue

"I am alive," I repeated, my voice growing stronger, louder, and steadier. "And I am leaving."