Mammoth Hunters [Jean M. Auel] on *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Leaving the valley of horses with Jondalar, the handsome man she has. The Complete Jean M. Auel Earth’s Children Series Six Book Set [Clan of the Cave Bear, Valley of the Horses, Mammoth Hunters, Plains of Passage, Shelters of. This article is a stub. You can help Earth’s Children by expanding it. The Mammoth Hunters is an historical fiction novel by Jean M. Auel released in

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Read, highlight, and take notes, across web, tablet, and phone. Ayla, the prehistoric heroine of Auel’s immensely popular series, meets a new clan, the mammoth hunters, in this eagerly awaited third installment mzmmoth the saga. During her sojourn with this clan, Ayla Account Options Sign in. Auel opens the door of a time long past to reveal an age of wonder and danger at the dawn of the modern human race.

My library Help Maammoth Book Search. Bantam Books Trade Paperbacks- Fiction – pages. Once again Jean M. Auel continues the breathtaking epic journey of the woman called Ayla. She has finally found the Others she has been seeking.

The Mammoth Hunters

Though Ayla must learn j different customs and language, she is adopted because of her remarkable hunting ability, singular healing skills, and uncanny fire-making technique. Bringing back the single pup of a lone wolf she has killed, Ayla shows the way she tames animals.

She finds women friends and painful memories of the Clan she left behind, and mammith Ranec, the dark-skinned, magnetic master carver of ivory, whom she cannot refuse–inciting Jondalar to a fierce jealousy that he tries to control by avoiding her.

Unfamiliar with the ways of the Others, Ayla misunderstands, and thinking Jondalar no longer loves her, she turns more to Ranec.

Throughout the icy winter the hnters mounts, but warming weather will bring the great mammoth nean and the mating rituals of the Summer Meeting, when Ayla must choose to remain with Ranec and the Mamutoi, or to follow Jondalar on a long journey into an unknown future.

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Jondalar put his arm around her protectively, but she still shook.

Ayla thought, gaping at the man in the lead, the one with hair and beard the color of fire. She had never seen anyone so big. He even made Jondalar seem small, though the man who held her towered over most men. The red-haired man coming toward them was more than tall; he was huge, a bear of a man. His neck bulged, his chest could have filled out two ordinary men, his massive biceps matched most men”s thighs. Ayla glanced suel Jondalar and saw no fear in his face, but his smile was guarded.

They were strangers, and in his long travels he had learned to be wary of strangers. Wait, weren”t there two foreign men staying with those river people that live to the west? It seems to me the name I heard was something like that.

The man with the flaming beard looked thoughtful for a while, then, unexpectedly, he lunged for Jondalar and grabbed the tall blond man in a bone-crunching bear hug. A Mamutoi woman named Tholie wuel my brother”s cross-mate! She taught me your language. Talut beamed a grin at her, then eyed her appreciatively. Jondalar put his arm around her again, and she noticed a fleeting look of pain wrinkle his brow before he spoke. Is she of the river people?

The short, stocky woman he knew bore little resemblance to the great hulk of a man standing there on the riverbank, but they were chipped from the same flint. They both had the same direct approach, the same unselfconscious–almost ingenuous–candor. He didn”t know what to say. Ayla was not going to be easy to explain. Are you sure she is Mamutoi? Only we who hunt mammoth live hunterrs this region. Talut appraised her shrewdly.

Hunterss had spoken the words in his language, but the quality of her voice and the way she made the sounds were. Not unpleasant, but unusual. Jondalar spoke with the accent of a language foreign to him; the difference in the way she spoke went beyond accent.

Talut”s interest was piqued. Visitors always bring a little excitement, and we haven”t had visitors for a while. Would you like to visit?

Isn”t that what Iza told you to do? Find your own people? He wanted to know who my aueo were. I don”t have any people any more. What if they don”t like me?

The Mammoth Hunters (Earth’s Children, #3) by Jean M. Auel

I know they will. Talut invited you, didn”t he? It didn”t matter to him that you have no people. Besides, you”ll never know if they will accept you–or if you will like them–if you don”t give them a chance. These are the kind of people you should have grown up with, you know.

We don”t have to stay long. We can leave any time. She wanted to go with them; she felt an attraction to these people, and a curiosity to know more about them, but she felt a tight knot of fear in her stomach.


She glanced up and saw two shaggy steppe horses grazing on the rich grass of the plain near the river, and her fear intensified. What will we do with her? What if they want to kill her? I can”t let anyone hurt Whinney! What would they think? It would be interesting to see their reaction. He also noticed that she spoke with the same unusual accent, even in his language.

His language, the headman realized, but not hers. He was pondering the enigma of the woman with a certain relish–he enjoyed the new and unusual; the inexplicable challenged him.

But then the mystery took on an entirely new dimension. Ayla whistled, loud and shrill. Suddenly, a hay-colored mare and a colt of an unusually deep shade of brown galloped into their midst, directly to the woman, and stood quietly while she touched them! The big man suppressed a shudder of awe. This was beyond anything he had ever known. One with special powers?

Many of Those Who Served the Mother claimed magic to call animals and direct the hunt, but he had never seen anyone with such control over animals that they would come at a mammot. She had a unique talent. It was a little frightening–but think how much a Camp could benefit from such talent.

Kills could be so easy! Just as Talut was getting over the shock, the young woman gave him another. Holding onto the mare”s stiff stand-up mane, she sprang up on the hunterss of the horse and sat astride her. The big man”s mouth gaped open in astonishment as the horse with Ayla on her back galloped along the edge of the river.

With the colt following behind, they raced up the slope to the steppes beyond. The wonder in Talut”s eyes was shared by the rest of the band, particularly a young girl of twelve years. She edged toward the headman and leaned against him as though for support. Or, perhaps, Jondalar,” he said, turning to the tall stranger. She raised Whinney from a foal. When she says it, you”d think she was a horse. The colt is Racer.

I named him–she asked me to. That”s Zelandonii for someone who runs fast. It also means someone huhters tries hard to be best. The first time I saw Ayla, she was helping the mare deliver the colt. I wouldn”t think huntets mare would let anyone get close to her at that time,” one of the other men said.

The riding demonstration had the effect Jondalar had hoped for, and he thought the time was right to bring up Ayla”s concern.

You must have known what I was thinking, but who could help it?