Art Of War Book Amazon Novels & Stories

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.

The haunted look he'd carried for ninety-nine years was gone, replaced by simple contentment. "Hey," he said, noticing me. "Food's almost ready. Why don't you relax? You've been working too hard on that manuscript." I looked down. There was a laptop on the table in front of me. I open to a document, and saw my book. The one I'd always wanted to write and it was really,really good. *This could be yours,* the city whispered. *Peace, safety and love without the constant threat of death. Isn't this what you've been fighting for?*

“Oh, an art gallery? Sonia gasped. “Of course, I'd love to check it out.” The housekeeper gave her a walk around the art gallery and Sonia was in awe. The room was colorful and she could resist touching the portraits. “Ma’am, please, do not touch.” the housekeeper warned. By evening, Austin got back home, the atmosphere of the house changed. Everyone ran to their various duties. “I hope they treated you nicely,” Austin asked, holding her by the waist as he led her to his room. Sonia nodded her head, “yes, they did.”

I grinned. I opened a page of the most boring book on the shelf, Kyro despises the idea of war thus the book 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu, is misplaced to be in this shelf. He must have left a message or a clue inside that he kept such book in his room. I flipped the pages and found a piece of paper with an intricate sketch of a beautiful Cinchona on page 1052, I also scanned the page and the word grape was encircled then. Huh, how peculiar!

"It was years ago that he killed the red dragon! Besides, war is not a one-man show, it's a group art." I looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Do you know what the Art of War is?" "Your Majesty, I'm a boor. I only know how to fight. I don't know anything about art." Jason shook his head and bowed. "The Art of War is that, like the theatre, it is full of lies and deceit, full of deception. Real reality is not the same as what you see as real. To be remembered in history, a battle requires not only wise men, brave warriors, but also a little luck. Some luck with an unexpected turn of events."

The more I look through the book the more confused I become by the first few pages. The sharp contrast between the image of impending danger for the child to the full out war are like two sides of a coin. As I look over the images of the war I find myself going back and forth through the pages trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What was the cause? Why did this war break out? I couldn’t help but find myself transfixed on the images of each page. The image while gruesome, we also hauntingly gorgeous and well done. But they needed some of the text to help answer some of my questions.

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She stood still with hands akimbo. “grrrr," Amayah said through teeth that were clenched. He was really boiling with rage. The fire had enveloped his body, he could feel his wardrobe begin to burn as he stood very close to it, the fire had already spread to his reading desk and he helped it grow. He threw fire at his bed and even the door. “ You and I have some unsettled business". He said to his mum, who tries exiting the door but was caught in the fire.

I stood there, my bloody hands trembling. “I just killed an alpha.”

It was as though he had taken all the colors along with him. Since he came back home, the past months had been hard on him, his folks, and the people who still had not recovered from the war. More people had died, despite his attempts to help, and more had gone to other places, hoping to find help. He walked down the street each day, hoping to clear his mind and find some respite but instead felt helpless and angry seeing all the things he could not do. He didn’t want to feel this way- incapable, useless and weak. He felt mad at himself, the war, and the situation as a whole.