Best War Books Novels & Stories

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

Zoya said dismissively as she left for her room. Zoya's room was like a wonderland for different kinds of books, quotes, poetry, art and photos. She loved taking photos a lot and had two cameras which made this quite easy for her. Her wall was plastered with different colors of photos and aesthetic poetry that gives the room a very vibrant feel. It was large and very bright. This was also her favourite part of the house because she gets to do whatever she wanted in there without being criticized or called a nerd except on some occasions. Her room wasn't really like a typical female room, it was more like a library. With the very tall shelves inhabiting hundreds of novels and books, her furni

In other words, Steven may have won by shooting more targets, but Zach had better marksmanship skills. Both of them had their own strengths and weaknesses, but Nathan still believed that they were both equally special. “Him … if only he were on my side!” Nathan said while staring at the monitor screen, which was now focused on Zach Drey casually chatting with Steven. When he felt there was nothing important happening on that screen anymore, he shifted the display to the living room, where Henry sat with a stiff expression while speaking with Arnold Reed. Arnold Reed, the former vice war general who had betrayed him by trying to kill him.