Circe: The International No. 1 Bestseller - Shortlisted for the Women's Prize for Fiction 2019

Such patience mortals must have, I thought, to drag themselves through it hour after hour.

Around me was murk and dark currents. I set Telegonus’ bright face before me. I reached. My hand passed through empty water, touching nothing. The creature was floating in front of me again, its flat gaze on mine. It is finished. My mind was black as that water. It was as if time had skipped. “I do not understand.” You would have touched the poison