“The war had started a long time ago, before their great-grandfathers were born, and there were many stories about why and who had started it; the truth becoming lies, then truth again, then lies again; history twisted like a snake, changing on the whims of each new ruler.” WarTruthPoliticsHistoryLies Book:The Game and the Board Source: The Game and the Board
“Darkness teaches what daylight hides.” InspirationalLife PhilosophyTruth Of Life Book:The other side Source: The other side
“It’s the end of the day, but it feels like dawn, and a new beginning. It comes to me that both twilight periods are, in fact, symmetrical events on opposite sides of midnight, a cycle of endless creation and destruction, an Ouroboros.” Life PhilosophyTwilightMidnightBeginningNightfallDawn And DuskOuroboros Book:The Shamans at the End of Time Source: The Shamans at the End of Time
“Life is like a math equation,” he used to say. “It’s up to you to find the most beautiful solution.” LifeLife PhilosophyMathComing Of Age Book:The Shamans at the End of Time Source: The Shamans at the End of Time
“The soldier fell as if he were asleep. In deadly silence, you see blood. Dark red as spilled wine, it spreads on the rocks. It spreads on a yellow flower. It spreads.” WarDeathBloodBattleSoldierBattlefield Book:Errant Source: Errant
“When technology dictates every move, the most dangerous weapon is independent thought.” Science FictionAiDystopianAlien Invasion Book:The other side Source: The other side
“It was the mist which made everything strange, spread across the land, a seven-foot-thick blanket, stretched almost uniformly over the flat bottom of the valley, and the gentle slopes leading down into it. As silent as the mist, Codrin’s army moved out of the forest. An observer high above the ground would see rows of floating heads, arranged in a matrix, the distance between them almost regular. Having helmets of many different colors, the heads offered a striking contrast to the white-gray monotony of the mist. An army of floating heads. Unaware of their weird appearance from above, the heads continued their journey down, toward Lenard’s army. To an observer on the ground, nothing could be seen until it was too late. Lenard’s sleeping soldiers woke up when the ground trembled to the rhythm of more than a thousand horses trampling everything in their way. They woke up, and they died. Some of them died while they slept. When the last cry died away, and the fog finally lifted, the surviving men surrendered. At the end of the clash, which became known as the Battle of the Mist, Codrin found that he had lost only fifteen men. Lenard had lost half of his army, his son and his life.” WarDeathBattleStrategyCavalryCavalry Charge Book:Respectant Source: Respectant