Amazon War And Peace Novels & Stories

he said proudly. “I can tell.” “Insults before tasting?” “Self-preservation.” He poured two cups anyway. It was as bad as expected—bitter, smoky, oddly comforting. We went through reports together: harvest tallies, rebuilding schedules, letters from villages debating whose goats belonged to whom. “Peace,” Warren said, signing one, “comes with more paperwork than war.” “Fewer funerals, though.” “I’ll take the trade.” He paused, pen hovering. “Do you think we’ll ever stop waiting for the next disaster?”