The Plains of Passage
Jean M. Auel
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Jean M. Auel’s enthralling Earth’s Children® series has become a literary phenomenon, beloved by readers around the world. In a brilliant novel as vividly authentic and entertaining as those that came before, Jean M. Auel returns us to the earliest days of humankind and to the captivating adventures of the courageous woman called Ayla.
With her companion, Jondalar, Ayla sets out on her most dangerous and daring journey--away from the welcoming hearths of The Mammoth Hunters and into the unknown. Their odyssey spans a beautiful but sparsely populated and treacherous continent, the windswept grasslands of Ice Age Europe, casting the pair among strangers.
Some will be intrigued by Ayla and Jondalar, with their many innovative skills, including the taming of wild horses and a wolf; others will avoid them, threatened by what they cannot understand; and some will threaten them. But Ayla, with no memory of her own people, and Jondalar, with a hunger to return to his, are impelled by their own deep drives to continue their trek across the spectacular heart of an unmapped world to find that place they can both call home.
a hug. “We may need your good wishes before we are through.” “I need to thank you, Jondalar, for bringing Ayla. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened to me if she hadn’t come.” She reached for Ayla’s hand. The young medicine woman took it, and then the other hand still in the sling, and squeezed both of them, pleased to feel the strength in the grip of both hands in return. Then they hugged. There were several other goodbyes, but most of the people planned to follow along
movements, stamping their feet and everything, like the males do when they are trying to entice the females. It’s part of their Mother Festival.” He paused, but when she still had no comment to make, he continued, “They hunt the birds with nets, and get many at one time.” “I got one of these with my sling, but Wolf got the other one,” Ayla said. When she said nothing more, Jondalar decided she just didn’t feel like talking, and they sat in silence for a while, watching the fire consume brush and
cold made him shiver. They went past the palisaded enclosure, and though he couldn’t see in, he sensed that he was being watched through the cracks by those inside. The whole idea puzzled him. Animals were sometimes driven into surrounds like that, so they couldn’t get away. It was a way of hunting them, but why were people kept there? And how many were in there? It’s not all that large, he thought, there can’t be too many in there. He imagined how much work it must have taken to fence in even a
everything! You just have to turn your head to see to the side.” She was surprised; then she smiled. “You look so funny with your big blank eyes, like some kind of strange spirit … or a bug. Maybe the spirit of a bug.” “You look funny, too,” he said, smiling back, “but those bug eyes could save your life. You need to see where you are going up on the ice.” “These mouflon-wool boot liners from Madenia’s mother have been so nice to have,” Ayla commented as she put them in a handy place to get at
losses and hunt for an animal with a sturdy hide and plenty of meat, suddenly a herd of aurochs should appear. Ayla wondered if it was a sign, from the Mother or, maybe, from her totem, that they had been guided there. It was not so unusual, however. All through the year, especially during the warmer seasons, various animals, in herds or singly, migrated through the gallery forests and lush grasslands of large river valleys. At any particular site along a major river, it was usual to see some