Troy.2

Five voices. One war. The truth nobody tells about the ten years outside Troy.
In Troy: The World Before, we heard from the people whose roads led to Troy - Helen, Achilles, Priam, Hector, Paris. We heard who they were before the war defined them.
In Troy: The Gathering and the War , we go inside.
Inside the medical tent where Patroclus tended the wounded and carried every name. Inside the palace corridors where Cassandra screamed the truth into silence for thirty years. Inside the wrong tent where Briseis understood exactly what she was to everyone - and refused to be only that. On the walls where Andromache watched every morning and chose the present over the knowing. And in the steady middle of the plain where Menelaus fought for ten years for the only reason that was ever true.
PATROCLUS knew the armour was a risk. He chose it anyway. Not because he was made for war - he was not. Because Achilles needed him to. And Patroclus went where he was needed. Even when going was the risk. Especially then. This is his account - from the accident that sent him into exile, to the floor in Phthia, to the medical tent, to the morning of the armour. The most human person in the entire war. In his own voice. Finally.
CASSANDRA has been telling the truth for thirty years. She saw Troy fall when she was nine years old, standing in the garden under the fig tree. She saw the horse. She saw the fire. She saw all of it. She told everyone. Nobody believed her. She told them anyway. Because the truth demanded to be said. Even then. Especially then. She was right. About everything. Every single time. This is what it cost her.
BRISEIS was not the prize. She was never the prize. She was Briseis, from Lyrnessus, whose brothers were good men and whose city was taken and who found, in the tent of the greatest warrior who ever lived, something she had not expected - someone who asked her about her city. Who listened. Who said I'm sorry. Who loved her genuinely. And who let her be taken anyway. This is her account. The one nobody gave her. Until now.
ANDROMACHE chose not to know until she had to. Not from denial. From love. The specific, conscious, daily choice of someone who understood that knowing too early destroys the living of the time before the knowing arrives. She chose the present. Every morning. For twelve years. She stood on the walls. She counted the comings back. She received the last morning completely. Without flinching. This is what the walls looked like from inside them.
MENELAUS was the steady man. The younger brother in the shadow of the largest thing. The man who understood more than anyone gave him credit for - who saw something in her face the morning he sailed to Crete and told himself it was the ordinary sadness of a wife watching her husband leave. Who never stopped loving her. Through all of it. Not once. This is his account. The quiet one. The one nobody asked for. Until now.
For readers of Madeline Miller's The Song of Achilles and Circe, Pat Barker's The Silence of the Girls, and Natalie Haynes' A Thousand Ships.
Troy: The Gathering and the War is the second book in the Troy Trilogy.
Book One - Troy: The World Before - available now.
Book Three - Troy: The Fall - coming soon.