![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I would use them over the long years of exile to gain what I wanted, no matter what its price. When the moment came I couldn't resist it, no more than a dog can resist chewing a bone that, splintering, makes his mouth bleed.Īlready I was storing these lessons inside me. Relevant to todays war-torn world, The Palace of Illusions takes us back to a time that is half history, half myth, and wholly magical. But I, too, was tainted with them, vengeance encoded into my blood. I'd thought myself above the cravings that drove him. From her lonely childhood to her marriage to the Pandava brothers, her ultimate insult and desire for vengeance the book takes readers along Draupadi’s tumultuous journey. All this time I'd thought myself better than my father, better than all those men who inflicted harm on a thousand innocents in order to punish the one man who had wronged them. In author Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni’s Palace of Illusions, Draupadi gets a voice and a strong one at that. He knew he would regret it-in his fierce smile there had already been a glint of pain.īut was a woman's heart any purer, in the end? ![]() That was why he incited Dussasan to an action that was against the code of honor by which he lived his life. That was why he turned on me when I refused to ask for his pity. That was why Karna waited for me to plead with him though he could have stopped my suffering with a single world. “For men, the softer emotions are always intertwined with power and pride. ![]()
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