History Ain”€™t Bunk

As a boy I once climbed the Great Pyramid of Cheops at Giza in Egypt, sitting on its summit to watch the dawn break across the desert. That experience"€”and the visceral draw of climbing or walking into the past"€”has remained with me ever since. It has given me a respect for what has come before, a career in writing fictional accounts of it, a ...



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