The Art Of War Book Pages Novels & Stories

He asks with wide eyes and hope. What does that even mean? I have no idea, but his eyes desperately plead for a yes and so I respond. “Yes?” “Wow!” His face quite literally lights up like a bulb. “Speaking of art, there’s a recent story I’ve learnt… from somewhere you don’t need to know. Some very important war strategies are documented, hidden here — somewhere.” “You mean a book showing detailed fighting positions?” He asks the most random shit from his head. “No, Fred, it’s not a book, think better, I heard it’s stored in something like a scroll.” I enunciate further.

He just found the courage to do so after wanting to divert his mind from Aubrey. Alpha Angelo dusted the drawer before opening. He took out the old, Ancient rule book from the drawer. He was surprised that even though the book was old, it was well-preserved and kept. All the pages were intact. Even its cover was clean, on the cover had the drawings, that Alpha Angelo couldn't understand.

But it was needless to say that I waited. A few minutes passed before the old Lad walked out form between the large bookshelves with a few papers in her hands. "It's what little I can give you... for now." She commented as she handed me the papers she was holding. I looked down at it and the first thing I saw was the page numbers on the bottom of the pages. I let out a gasp when I realized that they were the missing ages from the war book. Lady Waina turned around to leave again but I stopped her.

He had always been frightened of the scary sculptures and the carvings on the two storey high shelves. He searched for hours but couldn't find any book related to the blood moon beast. He got tired an rested on one of the shelves and to his greatest surprise the shelf rolled inwards and he found himself in another room. Taz guessed the room had been unused for so many years, as everywhere was covered with Spider webs. Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library.

I dig in for it, and pulled it out, holding it to her face like it was some prized item. “Look, the book!” my eyes were bright in astonishment. “It was real. It is the exact copy. Look!” I showed off the blood stains proudly, recalling how my father had valiantly defeated all those men single handedly and lifted me on his shoulder out of the house. I was now curious about what was within. I grinned with a big smile on seeing what beautiful calligraphy my father had used. ‘To my most cherished.’ The first page displayed. The next page was a sketch of a man figure standing with his legs apart, whilst his hands were arranged in a peculiar fashion. The next few pages were somewhat similar, all a

“Yes, Papa” “Finally, my child, although I have promised to always keep you safe, I am not immortal, and I can fail you. Therefore, use all the skills your mother, Petra, and I have taught you to find your way in life. One thing you must note is that the greatest art of war is DECEPTION. You must make your enemy feel like he is in charge, and that you cannot do anything without his knowledge. When he begins to float about in that bubble, and he loses focus and lets his guard down, that is when you burst that bubble and bring him down. Win the trust of your enemy and thrust him in the back. That is all.” “Thank you so much, Papa; and nice play on words” Kayola laughs softly.

I shake my head and move on. Walking to the wall where I saw the picture moving, I feel around. At first, it seems like an ordinary wall. But then, I realize there’s a slight separation between panels. This doesn’t seem right. Looking at the bookshelves close by, I begin to tip books up, looking for the strangest ones first, the most worn ones, the biggest ones. I pull on a book that says, “How to Win at War,” and I hear the creaking noise again.

His sadistic smile smeared across his face, vibrant. “I knew it would be a treat to you.” Naomi chuckled and stroked James’ head. Contrary to his thought, the second page was describing the rising of all the Labels and the relation between them and the lord in small font size as if the writer wanted to squish every possible information into one page. At least to say, it was downright tragic. On the third page, however, was the list of the artifacts. Most of it was valuable. Some weren't. And the rest of the pages were filled with pictures of the artifacts.

In lieu of being able to ask him myself, I needed to be as certain as I could be of what he would want. Holding the book close like a treasure, I fully intended to check it out, but, deciding to wait for Cathy, to see whatever she uncovered, I sat down at one of the tables near the front of the library, and opened the book. I am a man of decision, the book began. In times of war, even a moment of hesitation could lead to a death. With good warriors under my charge, I would never risk it. “Aria?” I lifted my head up from the book and looked straight into Matt’s face.

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.