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“as dangerous as they are, I always hate to kill a cave lion if I don’t have to. They are so beautiful, so lithe and graceful in the way they move. Cave lions don’t have much to be afraid of. Their strength gives them confidence.”

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Book:The Land of Painted Caves
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The Land of Painted Caves

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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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