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~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "The world blinked, and everything false burned away. That wasn’t war. That wasn’t revolution. That was one boy whispering ‘no’ loud enough for empires to kneel." "They will call him god. But we know better. We call him ours." — Aria

"If you go down there with your face looking like that, as skittish as she is right now, she'd probably bolt." "What's wrong with my face?" "Never mind, what do you plan to do?" "What did I teach you about Sun Tzu?" "Ah, shit, no. You're not about to go Tony Montana on these people, are you? Because I gotta tell you, our town is too small for that shit." "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." "Coulda fooled me. Didn't you just bash somebody's face in like a week ago?" "There is no instance of a nation benefiting from prolonged warfare."

“You’ve shown great improvement today. You have the potential to become a great warrior.” Aiel beamed with pride at the compliment. “Thank you, Reina. I’ve learned my lesson and I promise I’ll never gossip again.” Reina nodded, her expression softening. “I believe you, Aiel. But remember, being a warrior means more than just physical strength. It also means being honourable and honest. You must always uphold the values of our people.” Aiel nodded, taking in Reina’s words. She knew that being a true warrior meant more than just physical strength, and she was determined to live up to those ideals.

She hadn't eaten much at dinner, too busy cataloging escape routes and weapons. "He also left these for you." Helen set a small stack of books on the nightstand. "He thought you might be bored." After she left, Raven examined the books. Sun Tzu's Art of War. A biography of some ancient Roman general. Military strategy guides. All about warfare, tactics, the psychology of combat. He was studying her. Learning what she was. She dressed in the clothes he'd provided - dark jeans that fit like they were made for her and a soft sweater. Everything was perfect. Everything was a reminder that he controlled even what touched her skin.