روايات وقصص ضمن Books Of Sun Tzu

VITTORIA’S POV Three days before the wedding, I was sitting in the library. Not hiding. Not lurking. Sitting, comfortably, curled into one of the leather lounge chairs with a book resting open in my hands. The Art of War. Sun Tzu had lived and died long before men like Nikolai De Luca ever learned to call themselves kings, but strategy never aged. Power never changed. Only the pieces on the board did. I liked ancient warfare texts. They were honest. They didn’t pretend victory came from morality or mercy. They understood what most people refused to admit, wars were won before the first blow was struck.

I like taking my time, that way, I can get used to the idea of living with Xander. Sitting behind the counter in the bookstore, I listen to Vincent talking to his cars while I place an order for new books. One of those books is The Art of War by Sun Tsu. I want to read it and see why Alexei loves it so much. My thoughts turn to the BBQ, and I must admit, I enjoyed it a lot. And Rosemarie was right. Everyone seemed pretty normal. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe guns and men smoking cigars while plotting the end of the world?

Ning Zhuo could see that there was an easy playfulness to the duo as they seemed to be real brothers in this struggle. General Gongsun shook his head as he pulled Ning Zhuo inside. Outside Ao Guong started to protest, but as they neared the city, the colonel seemed serious. Ning Zhuo remembered to pay his respects properly this time. He could see that the general was reading a book that was farmiliar to him, a book on war tactics involving using waterways to overwhelm the enemy covertly. "Lieutenant, what are your opinions on water ways in Taizhou?"

He was punishing her for her mother’s sins, seeing her as a proxy, a means to finally exact revenge on the ghost that haunted him. One evening, after another day of isolation and deprivation, a guard entered her room, his face impassive. He held a small, dark object in his hand. Amara’s eyes widened. It was her old, worn copy of "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu, a book she had kept by her bedside for years, highlighting passages on strategy and deception. She had read it countless times, finding solace and strength in its ancient wisdom.

“Such talent and such luck are hard to believe!” Harvey didn’t intend to continue this topic with Jon. Frowning, he said, “Yes, I am self-taught. If you want to ask me what books I’ve read, I can tell you that. They are the Book of Changes and the Book of Prophecy, Tui Bei Tu and Shao Bing Ge.” Harvey casually mentioned a few books, all of which were Feng Shui-related masterpieces of the Great Country H. He wasn’t completely wrong. If anyone could finish reading those books, then mastering Feng Shui was certainly no longer a problem.

She quickly grabbed it off the shelf and flipped through the pages until she reached chapter four. She stopped at the passage she had been reading earlier. "Know Your Enemy," it read. Jewel sat there for a moment, trying to process it all. Then something caught her eye. She saw the author of the book's name: Sun Tzu. A chill ran down her spine. She knew exactly what it meant. And it explained why she had seen so many strange things recently. Sun Tzu was the author of The Art of War. He was the legendary military strategist who inspired the character played by Kenneth Branagh in the movie Mulan.

He then looked at the book on the floor and sneered, “My, my, Sun Tzu’s Art of War. Looks like someone is educated. What are you going to do with it? Lead an army into war? We are now living in a high tech era. This book is way out of date, idiot.” Trent pointed to the ball and said coldly, “Pick the ball up, then take your book and f*ck off!” Chester was furious, but he dared not say a word.

It was the ultimate show watching him run out of the room cursing and screaming while naked, because "I can't believe anyone would fall asleep while a literal fucking king gave them his attention." Cassian smirked as he walked beside him with his damn war book in hand. He was reading 'Sun Tzu: The mechanisms of war' today, and for some reason, I had a feeling he had something up his sleeve. Might include another scholarship student who poured her smoothie all over his designer shoes after he asked a question, but he still wouldn't tell us about it. "I think we should leave this topic, before the video of you running out naked is released....again." He says, with his eyes perched on the page

She waited for her son’s IV transfusion to complete, then carried him off, hailed a cab, and made her way to Arianne’s dessert shop. She had done her research long beforehand. As the ancient Chinese General Sun Tzu would say, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.