War Of Art Novels & Stories

And they had decided I was bad art. “The ‘Channel War’ is a facile spectacle,” one of them stated, its voice a dry rustle of turning pages. “Beneath our concern. But your persistent, un-curated influence on the primary narrative is an aesthetic blight. You introduce sentiment where there should be rigor. You value ‘truth’ over ‘craft.’” “You’re… you’re kidnapping me over a bad review?” I gasped, the absurdity fighting through the crushing sense of irrelevance they were projecting.

“You know, I haven’t had this much fun since Qin’s war of unification,” chimes Morrtemis with a dreamy expression on her cocoa face. “There used to be an art to war. There was intelligence and even respect for your enemies. Humans don’t fight with honour anymore and it takes the fun out of it,” she sighs in disappointment. “This isn’t meant to be fun, Morrtemis,” Oshmin chastises her. “Well it better be something, because all this waiting is going to put me into a coma,” Merlos complains in her usual apathetic tone.

Vossler glanced back at me and followed my eyes. "Oh these old things are for our kind and the vampire to remember how far we have come together. They are depictions of the blood wars. The mess was a horrible ordeal, families fought against each other and mates too," He said solemnly. I nodded my head as I swallowed uncomfortably. Seeing the details look so lifelike was unnerving. "The artist certainly got every detail," I muttered. Vossler chuckled and said he would let her know. I inhaled in shock.

I browsed the shelves, and I read the titles. Into the fire, A firsthand Account of the extraordinary Battle in Afghan War by Dakota Meyer, Bing West 500 Days, Secrets and Lies in the Terror Wars- Kurt Eichenwald The War for crown and Empire There are all sorts of books about wars here. I paused in front of a book that I deemed the most interesting. I pulled it out of the shelf and stared at it, contemplating whether to get on with it or not. I can choose a much thinner book… The 33 Strategies of War- Robert Greene

"If you are sitting in my place right now, you'll see how beautiful the collage of things in the timeline." "You own time," Elena said. "We are limited." "Time has a limit as it has beginnings too," he replied. "The good and bad only add color like black and white in a portrait." "You know your art," Elena commented. "But it would not help us win the war." "What is it with you people and wars?" "What?" "Why are you so worried of winning?" he asked. "Don't you know that all meanings came from the realization that all things started with beginnings and there would be some end?"

And I was standing in the center of it all fighting not just for this show, but for the right to exist as both a passionate artist/curator and the woman who loved Damien Blackwood. The war for my art career had officially begun. And the critic’s verdict was only the opening shot.

Ahead of us, a thousand unchosen paths waited. And I knew then. The war would not be fought over land. It would be fought over meaning.

I said, and Arturo smiled. “We don’t need a treaty from those who don’t want to offer it. Should they want to fight, then they know for fact that we will be fighting them till death; but I doubt that the elders would actually allow them to start more wars after what happened. They would need to recover, and considering the fact that they have hurt you more than anyone else, I think that it is only right to ask for proper compensation.” Arturo said gently, and I shook my head. It was something close to impossible for them to offer, but I knew that my husband wouldn’t let things slide the way that they wanted them to. If anything, I knew that he would do his best to make sure that I got everyt

“Again, I didn’t have the benefit of your education Dave.” “Well, you will have come across some of the paintings; perhaps you didn’t realise that was what they were termed, but it was a very popular style of painting in the baroque era, which featured the adoration of the sensual voluptuousness of a woman’s figure, a figure such as yours, although actually the women portrayed were much larger than you, but my point being that the painters so loved the appearance of these voluptuous full-figured curvy women that they immortalized them in an art movement. The figure you have Genevieve is the epitome of a woman; curvy, voluptuous, full figured. You are the envy of many.”

His wife trailed behind him, wrapped in jewel and a rigid kind of grace. "Congratulations," he said clasping Darrell's hand with both of his. "A union like this gives our kingdom hope." I smiled, "We're honored." "We're relieved," Reeve corrected. "We doubted this would happen. But now we can all rest easy after the reunion of war giants." Darrell's jaw clenched, "The unrest will be over before you know it." Reeve chuckled, "Ah, always the soldier. May your house be strong and your heirs plenty."