Romans & histoires Books Of Sun Tzu

"Our Brazilian friends helped us get Susan to her hotel safely to grab her passport and anything important and to go to a bank to get some cash money to pay for whatever we needed, including the charter. I knew that we couldn't let her use a credit card. That kind of a transaction is all too easy to trace, so everything was going to have to be done in cash to minimize our trail's footprint. Half an hour into the flight, I offered the pilot more than enough money to get him to change his flight plan to Grand Cayman." "Sun Tzu had a lot to say about misdirection," Zach explained. "Sun Tzu was a Chinese general, military strategist, writer, and philosopher who lived in the Eastern Zhou period o

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!

He bid Noah goodnight. 'The supreme art of war is to subdue your enemy without fighting.' -Sun Tzu, Art of War. Noah was getting to know him. Noah was getting to know Calvin too.

I just raised my brow at that one. "Tell me about it." I drove slow, showing none of the rush that I felt. I hadn't had a chance to listen in this morning, so I have no idea what kind of morning she had. The twins gave me a rundown of what they had planned to make Victoria's life hell until we pulled into the Fontane driveway. I stopped them before they could get out of the truck. "What did Sun Tzu say about warfare?" "A lot." Anna grinned. "Yes, but which of his tenets can be used in this situation?" They looked at each other with a frown.

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.

“Did you, at any point, see Irving with anything suspicious?” Voodoo cocks his head thoughtfully. Over the next minute, he remains so still that I wonder if he has forgotten that we’re in the room. I’m about to reiterate my question when his eyes refocus on mine. “I visited him several times after he formed an office at Sao Paulo. I found it odd, considering it wasn’t his territory, but I didn’t question it. However, I did find it strange to see the same paperweight on his Sao Paulo desk as he had in his Cozumel office. He moved it last time I came over, and his books are not in the proper order except for one. The Art of War by Sun Tzu. I was curious because it was the only red softcover bo

Imogen’s Pov In the ART OF WAR, Sun Tzu said: If your enemy was secured at all points then be prepared for him. If he was in superior strength then by all means evade him…only attack him where he was unprepared and appear where you were not expected. I had held on to this for years and now it had become handy. I finally had a one up over Perry and I was going to make sure he would pay even with his last breath. I was not going to kill him… no, that would be too merciful and quick but what I would do, what he truly deserved was way worse— he would wished he had been killed in a merciful way.

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

Sorry, Sun Tzu. It’s a slim tome, at least a hundred pages, I hope he wrote more about his sisters’ life, thumbing through the pages, the things I could learn, I turn to leave at the same time door slips open, my head snaps up and the book slams shut, “Z-Zayne” I inhaled as his large form fills the doorway. “I’ve been waiting for you” I announce, book forgotten. He enters the room and shuts the door behind him, then proceeds to lean against the door.