The Origin of the Human Race : A novel about love and despair in prehistory - an adventure story: A novel about love and despair in prehistory - an adventure story

By Millan, Julia, G

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Title:	The Origin of the Human Race : A novel about love and despair in prehistory - an adventure story: A novel about love and despair in prehistory - an adventure story
Author:	Millan, Julia, G
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Non Fiction, Religion, Religion science fiction
Collections:	Authors Community, Adventure
Historic Publication Date:	2024
Publisher:	JG Millan

Member Page:	Juan Millan
Citation APA MLA Chicago Millan, J. G. (2024). The Origin of the Human Race : A novel about love and despair in prehistory - an adventure story. Retrieved from http://gutenberg.cc/

Description
Many thousand years ago, Humanity was at a crossroad that threatened its very existence and whose resolution would mark a turning point in history. In an environment of barbarism and cruelty where women were treated as commodities and surviving the next day was an achievement, there was also room for feelings and love. In a world full of brutality and doomed to extinction, a couple of teenagers will have in their hands the future of Humanity. They will be forced to make a momentous decision that will change their lives and those of their descendants forever.

Summary
Many thousand years ago, Humanity was at a crossroad that threatened its very existence and whose resolution would mark a turning point in history. In an environment of barbarism and cruelty where women were treated as commodities and surviving the next day was an achievement, there was also room for feelings and love. In a world full of brutality and doomed to extinction, a couple of teenagers will have in their hands the future of Humanity. They will be forced to make a momentous decision that will change their lives and those of their descendants forever.

Excerpt
The tribe moved slowly, forming a row across the steppe. The chief, always at the front, walked with his eyes fixed on the horizon, carrying his weapons: two acacia wood spears with flint tips bound with hemp fibres, another two made of yew wood, two sharp knives crafted from buffalo ribs, and a pair of hand axes also made of flint. The man immediately behind him marched at a short distance, carrying similar gear and dragging a heavy bundle of hides with some belongings. Beyond them, three women walked in single file, though close together. All three held babies in one arm, while with the other hand they held onto other children. Following them were two young women without children, and the emaciated procession was closed by three men, two of whom were engaged in conversation. There could be a distance of about one hundred steps between the chief and the last individual. The midday sun beat down mercilessly on their heads, causing them to take off their hides and tie them around their waists. All individuals were marching naked except for their loincloths; even the women, save one that remained dressed despite the heat. Vultures circled above in silence, sensing the tribe’s imminent demise. Only the cries of the children seemed to disturb the stillness of the summer afternoon. However, they were not alone. Up there, on the pinnacle of the rocky spire shaped by the wind over ages, two other men watched them closely. “It’s Samman. I have no doubt,” one of them said, while the other nodded. “Why have they returned?” the latter asked. “They found no game, Tabal. The southern lands must be even dryer.” The two fell silent for a moment and continued observing. “Why are they so scattered? If wild beasts attacked them, they’d be lost.” “They’re exhausted,” replied Unnum. “They don’t care anymore. Better to die quickly than be devoured by hunger and thirst.” The boy watched the tribe’s slow and listless walk, and the bowed heads confirmed what the leader had said. He added, “I don’t think they’ll make it to the next moon if they don’t find water.” “Uh-huh,” he nodded. “But they’ll find it! They’re heading straight for our well. Let’s go!” “Where to?” “To kill that bastard once and for all.” “Why, Unnum? You could make peace with him. The more men we have, the better chance we have to survive. Wouldn’t it be better to merge with them?” “Come on!” the chief insisted, and Tabal had no choice but to comply.

Table of Contents
Preface Part One Part Two Postface