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“But when did you see her, talk to me? When did you see her go into the cave? Why did you threaten to strike a spirit? You still don't understand, do you? You acknowledged her, Broud, she has beaten you. You did everything you could to her, you even cursed her. She's dead, and still she won. She was a woman, and she had more courage than you, Broud, more determination, more self-control. She was more man than you are. Ayla should have been the son of my mate.”

Quote by Jean M. Auel

Work

The Earth's Children Series 6-Book Bundle: The Clan of the Cave Bear, The Valley of Horses, The Mammoth Hunters, The Plains of Passage, The Shelters of Stone, The Land of Painted Caves

The Earth's Children Series is a collection of novels that delve into the life of Ayla, a Cro-Magnon woman living during the Stone Age. The series follows her journey as she navigates the challenges of her world, including encounters with various animal species, interactions with other human groups, and the search for her place in the world. The books in this bundle include 'The Clan of the Cave Bear,' 'The Valley of Horses,' 'The Mammoth Hunters,' 'The Plains of Passage,' 'The Shelters of Stone,' and 'The Land of Painted Caves,' each contributing to the rich tapestry of Ayla's story. more

Author

Jean M. Auel
Jean M. Auel

Jean M. Auel, born on February 18, 1936, is a renowned American writer. Her works are known for their depiction of ancient human life and culture, with her most famous series being 'The Clan of the Cave Bear'. Auel's novels often blend history, archaeology, and anthropology, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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