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“If he had learned anything from his father’s fate, it was to win, no matter how you did it. It was not important if someone else was hurt, or killed. If you won, you would be forgiven anything. You could be taken from a stinking ger and forced through the ranks until a thousand men followed your orders as if they came from the khan himself. Blood and talent. The nation was built on both.”

Quote by Conn Iggulden

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Khan: Empire of Silver

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Conn Iggulden
Conn Iggulden

Conn Iggulden is a British historical fiction author, known for his deep understanding and rich imagination of medieval history. His works often use historical events as a backdrop, blending fiction to present vivid historical landscapes to readers. more

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