![]() ![]() ![]() This was the novel that made me a Ken Follett fan in the first place, back in 1987 at the tender age of 12, when the Soviet occupation of Afghanistan was still in effect, but definitely on the wane (thanks to the CIA's supply of Stinger missile launchers and other arms to the mujahedeen), back when there was no Western media distinction between the Taliban and the Northern Alliance and the insurgents were seen by me and my fellow Americans as the "good guys" (or at least the lesser of the evils vis-à-vis the Soviets). ![]()
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