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“History forgets the vomit and the shit, the blood and the horses with their guts blown away, the cries of men as they shit their pants and drowned in their own blood.”

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Bryce Courtenay
Bryce Courtenay

Bryce Courtenay was an Australian novelist known for his poignant and emotionally charged works. His novels often set in the Australian outback, delve into the complexities of human nature and the resilience of life. more

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