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I find the writing to be wooden and repetitive, and I’m so tired of A and J’s hot, perfect neolithic sex.

She thought, too, about the Mamutoi, who had given her a home and a place to belong when she had no one. With only a slight breeze penetrating the protected grove, they had moved their sleeping furs outside the tent. At one point the female strayed a few feet away, reaching for a particularly succulent trunkful of herbs.

That’s what Aiel wanted from the beginning. Our great ancestors if any other if of humans still exist, excuse mewould undoubtedly consider the Neanderthal, roaming beasts During the Ice Age when temperatures plummeted and the two human races, a few scattered nomads, desperately struggled to survive the big freeze, in future Europe, there was no love lost between them. They seem they never.

I have never pxssage sex scenes that were more boring or more unsexy. She slid off Whinney’s back and moved to catch up with Jondalar, who had dismounted as well, and was cautiously moving through the thinning grass ahead toward the shrill screams and loud rumbles.

In the time when mammoths grazed the steppes, the grasses and herbs, like the animals of that ancient land, flourished not only in great abundance, but with a surprising range and diversity, and in unexpected associations.

At the Men’s Camp, Jondalar met two men who spoke Mamutoi. Her tired look was gone; she seemed, instead, to be anticipating. She was more than usually sensitive, and every place he touched or kissed burned its way through her to the ultimate spot deep within that tingled with fire and yearning. If all the repetitions and tellings of what happened in previous books same information told and retold several times were cut out and the scientific explanatins of the flora, fauna, clima and culture of the Ice Age were compressed and the geografic descriptions of areas for ever changed and never to be seen were minimized this book would be half the size and twice the book.


Jondalar got down beside her to help, though he had to ask her to point out exactly what she wanted. I’m sure they’re fine. I’m talking all the gory details about scents and what the male mammoth’s That’s flathead country, anyway,” Jondalar tried to explain.

Wolf soon darted out of the grass, noisily lapped up his own drink, then plopped down and watched Ayla, with his tongue hanging out, panting heavily. Jondalar and Ayla stayed for a few days to help. They stayed close to the ground with most of the growth underneath, and vigorously sent out new shoots, especially in times of drought.

That afternoon, Ayla examined Roshario’s arm and saw that it had begun to heal. He looked over at Ayla. Ayla gasped when he released his huge organ from its sheath and it started to swell into a long curving S-shape.

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Women might not want to give birth if the Mother hadn’t made the starting of them Her Gift of Pleasure. Jondalar crossed his path, and when he reached the glade he found Ayla laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes.

Smiling, they watched as Racer immediately got down on the grass and rolled on his back, as though he had an itch he couldn’t wait to scratch.

View all 13 comments. Maybe it’s because you were the one who taught me how wonderful it is to share Pleasures. Maybe, but I don’t think he was doing it only for the Pleasures. Competition may be fun in sports and other contests of muscle or brain, but slow starvation is no joy, neither is becoming hard as a rock, though made of flesh once. I especially loved his part in the rescue of Jondalar from the S’Armunai.


Book: The Plains of Passage

Granted, I always found him much more likeable than Ayla, only because he did kind of grow on me after a while. Once we reach it, we can start looking for a place to camp as we go downriver,” Jondalar said, starting out again.

The endless journey of discovery, meeting bands of interesting people, especially pretty women, he Or if Ayla is right, could Thonalan have started a baby growing inside Felonia with the essence of his mandhood that night?

Holding on to Racer’s back just below his stiff, stand-up mane, with a strong jump the man threw a leg over and, bracing himself with his arms, landed lightly astride the sturdy stallion. I only have one more book and I am through with you. The one nearby stood nearly seven feet at the withers and was heavily built in the chest and shoulders, though his flanks were almost graceful. He preferred being able to see where they were going. All the pain and pleasure bring them closer to their ultimate destination, for the orphaned Ayla and the wandering Jondalar must reach that place on earth they can call home.


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They were attracted, but also overwhelmed. Perilous river crossings, flash floods, plainx of insects, stampeding horse herds, and brutal glaciers threaten their lives continually. Just as Attaroa was about to hurl a spear at Jondalar, Ayla rode in and freed him by throwing a spear at the ropes that bound his hands.

He was smiling, too, but the glee that filled his eyes wasn’t caused by Wolf. He knew how to give me Pleasures before I knew what they were.