“They’d heard some stories about what was happening in Vietnam, but coverage was limited. Maria didn’t want to think about it — hadn’t needed to think about it.”
Source: From Saigon, With Love
“Husband . . . Father . . .” her mom mocked. “You think it’s the same man. But war slices people open. You married one man. The one crawling back from war? That’s a zombie. Same face, but inside—just rot.”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“The war didn’t break everything. It just kept unraveling afterward. The men dragged it back home with them...”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“Lena squeezed her eyes shut until white flashes popped. And in that moment she knew: nothing would ever be the same again. Childhood was over, and the world would never go back to what it was.”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“Being with him was like smashing against a stone wall—shattering into pieces on impact. He stood unshakable, all steel and rage, hearing nothing but the roar of war inside his head.”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“This was what they’d been told all along in the army: “It’s us or them. War’s coming. No way around it.” And now the day had come, and in Alex’s eyes it felt not just inevitable but right.”
Source: The Russian Gladiator: A Psychological Dystopian Thriller Set in Modern Russia
“In a time of war, nobody's innocent.”
“1. Politics is war conducted by other means.
2. Politics is a war of position.
3. In political warfare, the aggressor usually prevails.
4. Position is defined by fear and hope.
5. The weapons of politics are symbols evoking fear and hope.
6. Victory lies on the side of the people.”
Source: The Art of Political War and Other Radical Pursuits
“And in the end,
she left a scar
and I knew that was
how she wanted to
be remembered.
She wanted to leave
her mark in the
world
without getting
her heart too
attached to it.”
Source: Black Butterfly
“Love in war is an act of defiance. A fragile thing, born in blood and fire, clinging to moments stolen between battles. It is not the love of quiet homes and safe futures; it is reckless desperate, and fleeting. It is whispered apologies in the dark. It is hands gripping too tight, bodies moving too fast, lips crashing together because tomorrow is never promised. It is what exists when nothing else can.”