I had an idea for a story about a young woman who was living with people who were different, not just superficially different - such as hair colour, or eye colour, or skin colour - but different in some significant way.
Jean M. AuelShe loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won.
Jean M. AuelFrom the beginning, when I first got an idea for a story and wondered if I could write it, it has always been the story that has driven me.
Jean M. Auel