War Of Art Novels & Stories

In one corner, almost hidden by the layers of paint, the faint, distorted outline of a man's face began to emerge, only to be consumed and torn apart by the surrounding darkness. It was a portrait of Caius. And it was a portrait of his own soul. The cold war was on. And Lynn's art was his weapon.

"But all dissonance yearns, eventually, for resolution. For peace. I am that peace. I am the end of the story." It raised its baton. The silent snowfall intensified, a blizzard of erasure. And I knew, with a cold certainty deeper than any I'd felt before, that this was not an enemy we could out-argue, out-love, or out-narrate. This was the end of all arguments, all loves, all narratives. The true war wasn't for territory, or reality, or even for our story. It was for the right to make noise.

said Mithraos. And thus, two nobles each from the empires sat down and made the rules of the war. It was a process that was not heard of ever before. The other Kingdoms were also keenly observing the happenings. The war was not going to be pretty and it is a good thing that both kings thought of their people first and blood thirst later.

Uncle Marcello has more business with the council, so he asks me to go and wait for him in the car. I exit the room, tracing my steps back to the entrance that we came from. Along the way, I stop to admire the rare and unique pieces of art on display. The Guidici often receives valuable pieces of art as a method of payment. Some of these pieces were thought to be destroyed in WWII, but somehow made their way here. My family were patrons of the arts and my father loved quoting Thomas Merton. “Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.” I just hope I can find myself again because I feel utterly lost.

I placed it on the table, sliding it forward where the elders could see the seal, even if they couldn’t read the words. Then I looked up. I met every pair of eyes around me Alric smug gray stare, the narrowed glares, the ones pretending neutrality but leaning away like cowards. “This isn’t politics,” I said. My voice didn’t shake. It rang, clear and final. “This is war. And you’d better decide fast which side of history you want to be standing on.” The chamber was silent. But I felt it fear, resistance, calculation. They hadn’t expected me to hold ground. They hadn’t expected me to bite back. And they sure as hell hadn’t expected me to turn their game into a battlefield.

I would have said yes anyway. The war library sat three levels under the observatory, a long vault of oak tables and iron shelves that smelled of dust, lamp oil, and wolf. Maps of every pack from Murmansk to the Black Sea hung on the walls like flayed skins. Vaelin set three things in front of me. A treatise on shifter treaties bound in dark hide. A set of campaign charts marked in his own hand. A thinner book whose cover was not leather. It was something that had once been alive. “Politics first,” he said. “Then how men die for those politics. Then the language that makes the dying mean something.”

Zeno:Great general everything is ready and we are ready to attack Neptune Kataros:perfect then let's go Zeno:Great general there is just one problem Kataros:what is it Zeno:Great general most of the men we captured committed suicide on board Kataros:that's not a problem just dump their bodies somewhere on the planet we will destroy the planet as well as their bodies (with an evil smile) Zeno:As you command great general (as he leaves to carry out kataros's orders) On Neptune the news of kataros impending attack on on the planet had caused a panic among the citizens as most were leaving the planet,so Palamedes called a war council of the army generals to make\think of a suitable war plan on s

“It’s about the werewolves.” His light in his eyes died almost immediately at the forbidden word. “What about them? Did they accost you or threaten you? Is that it?” “No, Father. No. I was wondering if there was a way to put an end to this meaningless war. If this keeps up, many more will die. Arth is barely holding up as is.” “Our fight against those vermins is never meaningless.” “We can come to an agreement.” “They can not be reasoned with.” “You are being difficult too!”

It was an invitation to total commitment, to a once-and-for-all burning of the boats. Davidson looked around the penthouse. He didn't see it as an empty, cold space, but a headquarters for war. A fortress from which he would stage his warfare. He didn't see the artwork on the walls as expensive ornaments, but as a cumulative history of taste and domination. He didn't see the view as a reminder of what was gone, but as a map of what still had to be conquered.

Brothers at war ( Love conquers) Chapter twelve Kaylani POV i felt more joy when a guy from no where stood before me. Oh thank goodness people like this still exist "you shouldnt raise your hands on a lady!" he said to the guy "And who the f**k are you to tell me that?" the guy frowned at him "Isn't your ass tired of all that shit that's coming out of your mouth?" he asked "yes!" i exclaimed from behind and shut my mouth immediately