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My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press, by science fiction periodicals, romance magazines, small press publications and various other journals, including some usually devoted to archaeological...

Jean M. Auel

My fiction is reviewed by the mainstream press, by science fiction periodicals, romance magazines, small press publications and various other journals, including some usually devoted to archaeological...

Tags: science

Comenzaba a comprender que una conducta determinada no era necesariamente errónea sólo porque algunos la consideraran así. Una persona podía resistirse a las creencias populares, defendiendo principio...

Jean M. Auel

Comenzaba a comprender que una conducta determinada no era necesariamente errónea sólo porque algunos la consideraran así. Una persona podía resistirse a las creencias populares, defendiendo principio...

About Author
Jean Marie Auel (; née Untinen; born February 18, 1936) is an American writer who wrote the Earth's Children books, a series of novels set in prehistoric Europe that explores human activities during this time, and touches on the interactions of Cro-Magnon people with Neanderthals. Her books have sold more than 45 million copies worldwide.

Through the

Jean M. Auel

Through the

When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

Jean M. Auel

When all was over, they buried the dead ancestor under piles of dirt, grass, leaves, or snow. Mammoths were even known to bury other dead animals, including humans.

No era sólo su aspecto lo que la hacía hermosa. La belleza no era una representación estética: era la esencia, el espíritu que la animaba. Se expresaba mejor a través del movimiento, de la conducta y...

Jean M. Auel

No era sólo su aspecto lo que la hacía hermosa. La belleza no era una representación estética: era la esencia, el espíritu que la animaba. Se expresaba mejor a través del movimiento, de la conducta y...

Tags: mujer

Unspoiled, undamaged, ruled by her own natural law and subject only to her own will—and the great void whence she sprang—the great Mother Earth took pleasure in creating and sustaining life in all its...

Jean M. Auel

Unspoiled, undamaged, ruled by her own natural law and subject only to her own will—and the great void whence she sprang—the great Mother Earth took pleasure in creating and sustaining life in all its...

Estaré a su lado contra mis peores enemigos y contra mis mejores amigos.

Jean M. Auel

Estaré a su lado contra mis peores enemigos y contra mis mejores amigos.

The sparks he made with just flint were not usually long-lived enough to make fire, anyway.

Jean M. Auel

The sparks he made with just flint were not usually long-lived enough to make fire, anyway.

No one told her it was impossible to rapid-fire two stones from a sling, because it had never been done before, and since no one told her she couldn’t, she taught herself to do it.

Jean M. Auel

No one told her it was impossible to rapid-fire two stones from a sling, because it had never been done before, and since no one told her she couldn’t, she taught herself to do it.

Then, slowly, it filled her. An urge, like none she had ever known, rose out of her depths, grew in her throat, and burst from her mouth in a primal scream of victory. She did it! At that moment, in a...

Jean M. Auel

Then, slowly, it filled her. An urge, like none she had ever known, rose out of her depths, grew in her throat, and burst from her mouth in a primal scream of victory. She did it! At that moment, in a...

Your wolf doesn’t need to hate what he kills. It would be easier if we could kill without compunction, like your wolf does, but then, we wouldn’t be human.

Jean M. Auel

Your wolf doesn’t need to hate what he kills. It would be easier if we could kill without compunction, like your wolf does, but then, we wouldn’t be human.

They stopped for a moment to watch the evening sky transform itself in a show of dazzling radiance as gold transmuted into shades of vermilion that waned into shimmering purple, then darkened to deep...

Jean M. Auel

They stopped for a moment to watch the evening sky transform itself in a show of dazzling radiance as gold transmuted into shades of vermilion that waned into shimmering purple, then darkened to deep...

Great Mother!I can't believe it!Now I understand.(Mamut)I do not understand, Ayla said

Jean M. Auel

Great Mother!I can't believe it!Now I understand.(Mamut)I do not understand, Ayla said

Much adapt to the environment as alter the environment

Jean M. Auel

Much adapt to the environment as alter the environment

You’re

Jean M. Auel

You’re

In a very real sense, it was a game, the very subtle and entirely serious game of comparative rank which is played by all social animals. It is the method by which individuals arrange themselves—horse...

Jean M. Auel

In a very real sense, it was a game, the very subtle and entirely serious game of comparative rank which is played by all social animals. It is the method by which individuals arrange themselves—horse...

Tal vez creas que resulta más fácil seguir la corriente, porque así no tienes que luchar contra ella, pero ahí está el problema. Cuando vas contracorriente, tienes que estar pensando todo el tiempo en...

Jean M. Auel

Tal vez creas que resulta más fácil seguir la corriente, porque así no tienes que luchar contra ella, pero ahí está el problema. Cuando vas contracorriente, tienes que estar pensando todo el tiempo en...

The ones that counted were the ones that cared.

Jean M. Auel

The ones that counted were the ones that cared.

But the old cripple never knew the joy of cradling a child in his own arms.

Jean M. Auel

But the old cripple never knew the joy of cradling a child in his own arms.

But she was beginning to learn that no one knew what everything in the painted caves meant. It was likely that no one actually knew what anything meant, except the person who put it there, and perhaps...

Jean M. Auel

But she was beginning to learn that no one knew what everything in the painted caves meant. It was likely that no one actually knew what anything meant, except the person who put it there, and perhaps...