Novel & Cerita Is War And Peace Hard To Read

And in a war like this, love was the easiest thing to kill. End of Chapter 16

He even seemed more excited that Zephyr himself. *********** Hey guys, creation is hard so please cheer me up. This book is a slow burn and if you're not comfortable with it, please look for another book to read.

But it was realistic. "This is what peace actually looks like," Rowan said afterwards, sounding exhausted. "Not dramatic victory but slow, difficult progress with constant setbacks." "I hate it," Sera admitted. "Me too. But it beats war."

I should be ashamed of myself. As the morning hours passed, I successfully shook the ugly dream from my head. Instead, I focused on the work. I wasn't able to find anything suspicious about Alexei's operations. Yes, the mutts were treated poorly by him and his subordinates, but who cared? I certainly didn't. Right? "Mom." I softened when entering the library, finding my mom in her favorite armchair with a book in her hand. Love & War by Scribble Nook. A collection of short stories by multiple authors. She enjoyed all that action and romance.

"You said I'd be the bridge between worlds. That there would be war. But we're trying to prevent a war, not fight one." "Yes." Serah's smile was sad. "That is the war I saw, child. The one fought not with swords and claws, but with words and will. The hardest kind." "I don't understand." "Wars are easy," she said, turning to face me fully. "You swing a blade. You fight. You win or you lose. But peace?" Her eyes held mine. "Peace requires something far more difficult. It requires standing between two forces that want to destroy each other and refusing to move. It requires being strong enough to take blows from both sides and still hold the line."

I looked tired and worn, but alive. Sarah Mitchell, I thought, trying the name on. Marketing consultant. Grew up in Sacramento. Likes hiking and artisan coffee. Married to David Mitchell. Living in Portland. Normal. Safe. Free. The war was over. Alexei was dead. Morrison was in prison. The Bratva was broken. We'd won. But standing in this bathroom in this small house in this quiet suburb, I realized something unsettling. The war had been easy. Clear objectives. Clear enemies. Clear stakes. Kill or be killed. Survive or die. Simple.

Yet, they could see through my facade and they knew that I was keeping a brave face. I sighed and looked at the books kept on a shelf beside me. “The art of war,” I muttered the name before picking out a copy. It was a great book from what I had heard but I had not read it yet. Something about it always put me off to read. With a sigh, I leaned back in my seat and smiled. This was not how I wanted this day to go. Me, sitting here reading a strange book while Jakeson tortured the rogue. I felt like my insides were going to burn with the amount of anger and jealousy I was feeling at this moment.

‎“Then do it.” ‎“I can’t.” The words scraped out of me like broken glass. “Last night I had her, Aleksei. All of her. Her skin tasted like salt and smoke and something I can’t name. When she said my name it sounded like surrender and war at the same time. I’ve had women before, plenty, but none of them burned me alive the way she does.” ‎He stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re willing to start a war with the Volkovs because the sex was good?”

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?

But he doesn’t interrupt. “Peace,” she finishes. The word hangs in the air. Fragile. Powerful. Possible. Charles studies her for a long moment. Then— Slowly— He nods. “Then let’s talk.” And just like that— War steps back. Not gone. Not defeated. But delayed. Because peace… Is harder than war. And far more dangerous.