A WOMAN AGAINST A TIDE OF TERROR IN THE FLAMING DAWN OF HISTORY
In the year 4368 BC, Marrah, daughter of the peace-loving shore people, has fled captivity from the nomad warrior horde who have a lust for carnage and conquest that is alien to her.
Across the landscape of frozen steppes and trackless forests, she and her companions must evade the horsemen before they reach her beloved homeland by the sweetwater sea. Making escape even more dangerous is the presence of her lover, Stavan, who has abandoned his place of honor among the nomads to join her in her flight and ally himself with the Mother Goddess.
Marrah is forced to put her convictions and courage to the supreme test - as she risks everything she and her people hold dear - in a struggle that will change the prehistoric world forever. ...
For long months, Marrah had submitted to all that the wise woman demanded she do, no matter how difficult and painful the tasks and ordeals, no matter how fruitless they had seemed to be.
Now she had her reward, as she fell into the deepest of sleeps and found herself standing in a nomad tent. She froze in terror, convinced for one terrible moment she was still prisoner. Then she saw Stavan lying on a pile of sheepskins, his face turned to the moonlight.
"I've missed you," he murmured.
"And I you," she said.
"Are you real or only a dream?" he asked.
"I don't know" she said.
They kissed, and he caressed her through her tunic and held her so close she could feel his heart beating. "Take off your things," he whispered, and they were breast to breast, knee to knee, lip to lip, breathing like one person, until he began to move down her body, kissing her neck and shoulders, her arms and the insides of her elbow, until he reached the center of her being.
If this was a dream, Marrah never wanted to wake up ...