“Ayla, what am I doing wrong?" he asked, standing in front of her, dripping. "It's not you. I'm the one who's doingit… — Jean M. Auel Copy Share Image
“Ayla loved these moments of solitude. Basking in the sun, feeling relaxed and content, she thought about nothing in particular, except the… — Jean M. Auel Copy Share Image
“Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved.… — Jean M. Auel Copy Share Image
