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Le vie sono un dedalo incredibile e caotico per chi non le conosce, ma soprattutto non hanno un nome e si assomigliano tutte, stracolme di mercanti, venditori di...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/ICzqMsprY4I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/05/293-perdersi-in-citta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-8313324754227027168</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-21T22:31:23.993+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>292 - ARRIVO A BAKARESH</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/gNyxZG4PIDo/292-arrivo-bakaresh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flEURZPKdyE/T7ql-mA0v0I/AAAAAAAABI0/OT0ApXIU87w/s72-c/2012-05-21_Bakaresh.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Novembre volge al termine quando la Libeda attracca a Bakaresh dopo circa una settimana di navigazione. L'impatto di meraviglia iniziale alla vista della maestosa torre del Tempio del Drago d'Oro e...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/gNyxZG4PIDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/05/292-arrivo-bakaresh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1797563292033423855</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-16T18:58:56.260+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>291 - INTENTI RIVELATI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/KiRAHZpuPPs/291-intenti-rivelati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Saadi Abbar dorme accoccolato sul suo giaciglio, così come buona parte del resto dei passeggeri, cullati dal rollio della Libeda.
Hearst giochicchia distrattamente con un coltello incidendo il legno...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/KiRAHZpuPPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/05/291-intenti-rivelati.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-5192631974309674207</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-12T12:02:11.729+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>290 - KAL-MAHDA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/A0KltJQ1c34/290-kal-mahda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XFe92UtexXQ/T6qouBLqXMI/AAAAAAAABIo/h-VCQ4_sZYw/s72-c/PNG_SaadiAbbar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>Lo straniero avvicina Gilead e Isabel, presentandosi con un inchino.

"Perdonate la mia sfacciataggine signori, ma non ho potuto fare a meno di notare che non siete passeggeri qualunque, e ciò che è...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/A0KltJQ1c34" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/05/290-kal-mahda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4929046658701666150</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 May 2012 14:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-05T16:05:18.940+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 4</category><title>289 - IL CORVO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Uv90iItqSlI/289-il-corvo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4cNbMlaHS0/T6UyupM-emI/AAAAAAAABIc/wek5Sa0nzE0/s72-c/2012-05-05_Corvo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>Gilead, Rune, Hearst e Isabel si sistemano sottocoperta. La Libeda, la nave che li porterà fino a Bakaresh, ospita una gran quantità di passeggeri e non è facile ritagliarsi un angolo tranquillo. La...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Uv90iItqSlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/05/289-il-corvo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4871288207978655710</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-28T16:38:43.026+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>288 - IL SEME DI UNA GUERRA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/5RmkMpnz6eY/288-il-seme-di-una-guerra.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g9JUysspRvQ/T5wAXBBp0RI/AAAAAAAABIQ/h0bI5SUDeLQ/s72-c/2012-04-28_Lettera+di+corsa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Gimble e Juan si fanno strada attraverso la folla radunata nella 
grande stanza al pianterreno del palazzo del Governatore. E' insolito 
che un processo venga tenuto qui, ma la necessità di contenere...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/5RmkMpnz6eY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/288-il-seme-di-una-guerra.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2872284833057187029</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-19T16:24:05.899+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>287 - SPACCATURA PROFONDA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/xsm7rUAaxzg/287-spaccatura-profonda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Gimble e Juan cenano in silenzio. La locanda è insolitamente vuota, la grande attesa alla vigilia del processo a Black Bart pare farsi sentire anche nei costumi.
Tuttavia nemmeno Gimble ha molta...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/xsm7rUAaxzg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/287-spaccatura-profonda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7161593071112410858</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-17T22:31:24.553+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>286 - L'ARTE DEL TEATRANTE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/oHTdYP-0S84/286-larte-del-teatrante.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LNtPMYERg80/T43SiSh0GaI/AAAAAAAABIA/P1C0Boogmcc/s72-c/2012-04-17_GimbleCamuffato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>Benito raccoglie i bicchieri dal tavolo appiccicoso e li immerge 
nella tinozza. La bisboccia di quei tre rientrati ad ora tarda dopo 
"aver fatto bello" - come dicono loro per sottintendere una...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/oHTdYP-0S84" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/286-larte-del-teatrante.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2246193266473201393</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-12T19:52:08.232+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>285 - IL VIZIETTO DELL'AMBASCIATORE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/HkWbMAppq0E/285-il-vizietto-dellambasciatore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4EPWGQazBE/T4cWGP2CpxI/AAAAAAAABHM/99aOfTwY0gw/s72-c/2012-04-12_CasaAmbasciatore.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Il rumore del chiavistello della porta d'ingresso al pianterreno 
mette immediatamente in allarme Juan e Gimble. Nello stesso istante, 
qualcuno in attesa nel salotto si alza, il rumore dei suoi...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/HkWbMAppq0E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/285-il-vizietto-dellambasciatore.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4685500457790720884</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2012 21:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T23:22:35.089+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>284 - COME LADRI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/-ktwc9Lo9xM/284-come-ladri.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnp-24G_ZnE/T4Sik63dxOI/AAAAAAAABHE/Q4jXfFT9eoU/s72-c/2012-04-10_Ambasciatore.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>Hearst sta finendo di scodellare i piatti avanzati a pranzo da Gimble e Juan quando Gilead, Rune e Isabel tornano in taverna. Con disinvoltura li saluta e comunica loro che sta per andare a riposare...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/-ktwc9Lo9xM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/284-come-ladri.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7232023026285379244</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 21:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T23:05:44.151+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>283 - CRITICO D'ARTE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/VD2_cr3HWnc/283-critico-darte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6RSSMRz2O0w/T3tlN19M7zI/AAAAAAAABG8/xfMz5g3rO0c/s72-c/2012-04-03_Cortiletto.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>Gimble attraversa il portone spalancato sul cortiletto del palazzotto. L'edificio di due piani si piega ad angolo retto sul piccolo spazio aperto, con il muro di cinta che chiude il quadrato composto...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/VD2_cr3HWnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/04/283-critico-darte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3218516247297653777</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-27T20:58:33.650+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>282 - ARALDI E FALSARI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/L9tdTXn4eR4/282-araldi-e-falsari.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SC3t304Q5XU/T3DixJuANEI/AAAAAAAABG0/KZaZmat_yeA/s72-c/2012-03-26_Araldo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Juan attende silenzioso nella sala al pianterreno della Stella del Sud. Il sole è sorto da poco, e l'odore delle frittelle dolci e della purea di banane preparate da Benito per la colazione si...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/L9tdTXn4eR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/03/282-araldi-e-falsari.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-707720534807666776</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 23:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-21T00:08:41.100+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>281 - SILENZI DI PAROLE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Mi1cE4Qub2U/281-silenzi-di-parole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E_a-A0WUlJk/T2kMNhyQufI/AAAAAAAABGs/SwTJ2ov1Kp4/s72-c/2012-03-21_Lady+Notte.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>12</thr:total><description>Quando Gimble e Juan rientrano alla Stella del Sud la luna è già alta da un pezzo. Benito sonnecchia appoggiato al bancone, con gli occhi semichiusi e la testa che gli cade con regolarità. I compagni...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Mi1cE4Qub2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/03/281-silenzi-di-parole.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-993882960983910612</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-19T22:39:25.684+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>280 - CORSARI E PIRATI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/nevkzFAPZDQ/280-corsari-e-pirati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M9Sa8JvWVP8/T2em_UXfPPI/AAAAAAAABGk/fGaHnigFKYE/s72-c/2012-03-19_Corsaro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>Le parole di Magroldes rimbalzano nella mente di Gimble mentre il legale si perde in una lunga e noiosa spiegazione su come si svolgono i processi a Salamanca. Un sistema peculiare per cui, dopo che...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/nevkzFAPZDQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/03/280-corsari-e-pirati.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-9146201475586483662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-06T21:43:32.721+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>279 - CONSULENZA LEGALE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/G8xt78VNQEQ/279-consulenza-legale.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FwNTCkJJMPo/T1Z2O1KOiHI/AAAAAAAABGc/uG88Q697BOk/s72-c/2012-03-06_Magroldes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>13</thr:total><description>"Non ho ancora capito dove stiamo andando..." chiede con aria 
perplessa Hearst, seguendo Juan e Gimble per le vie in salita di 
Salamanca.

Trovando il guerriero stranamente mattiniero nella sala
...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/G8xt78VNQEQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/03/279-consulenza-legale.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1554338644754888552</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 22:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-28T23:34:20.326+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>278 - RASSEGNARSI ALL'IDEA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/096Eix08l6g/278-rassegnarsi-allidea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9LnfTow2wIo/T01WA6YuLwI/AAAAAAAABGU/B6ESyhBGHEI/s72-c/2012-02-28_Forche.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><description>Juan se ne sta sdraiato sul letto, incapace di prendere sonno. I pensieri si affollano nella sua mente, mentre fissa il soffitto della Stella del Sud, rischiarato dalla luce di una candela sul...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/096Eix08l6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/02/278-rassegnarsi-allidea.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2514838551023915986</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Feb 2012 21:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-23T22:04:26.276+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>277 - PER IL LUSTRO DI SALAMANCA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/XHWu1Nr_QWU/277-per-il-lustro-di-salamanca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OcKDqe8NGig/T0apx1HmfOI/AAAAAAAABGM/3W93K6KmaOg/s72-c/2012-02-23_Isole.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Correia si appoggia allo schienale del suo scranno e congiunge le dita davanti al volto, con gli indici che toccano le labbra. Se lo aspettava.

"Vi prego di avere pietà di lui" dice Juan....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/XHWu1Nr_QWU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/02/277-per-il-lustro-di-salamanca.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2996727529544776522</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-16T22:21:45.945+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>276 - RAPPORTO AL GOVERNATORE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/bqqVQRyB5IU/276-rapporto-al-governatore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>14</thr:total><description>Garzes guida la compagnia lungo il corridoio di palazzo che conduce alla sala delle riunioni del Governatore.

Ottenuta
 la liberazione di Juan, i nostri eroi hanno deciso di raggiungere 
Salamanca...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/bqqVQRyB5IU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/02/276-rapporto-al-governatore.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-5937197137153299193</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Feb 2012 21:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-09T22:14:03.442+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>275 - PADRE E FIGLIO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/CStjrqNXYwY/275-padre-e-figlio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mufse4vFlSI/TzQ0kY4pRSI/AAAAAAAABGE/aWSROjvao4U/s72-c/2012-02-09_AnelloBart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><description>Rispetto alle celle di Isla del Quitrin, quella sotto il posto di guardia adiacente il municipio di Tavistock sembra il salotto di un barone.

Juan si guarda silenzioso le punte degli stivali, seduto...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/CStjrqNXYwY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/02/275-padre-e-figlio.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1182774415951457247</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-31T22:25:06.270+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>274 - ROTTA VERSO CASA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/YsCOiTCOnu0/274-rotta-verso-casa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ugs2Olrih60/TyhbDL5ek9I/AAAAAAAABF8/O0pG5knc7V8/s72-c/2012-01-31_RitornoTavistock.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><description>"Portatelo via, sarà la giustizia di Salamanca a giudicarlo."

Le parole di Garzes superano di poco le continue imprecazioni di Grolac mentre viene condotto sotto coperta, tenuto saldo da due...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/YsCOiTCOnu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/01/274-rotta-verso-casa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-8459349415344591064</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T23:35:00.369+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>273 - L'ONORE DI UN PIRATA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Oy8BsHeQeHw/273-lonore-di-un-pirata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsI2obo0Wu0/TyCCuoOBj4I/AAAAAAAABF0/MzwSMSHVI40/s72-c/2012-01-25_SableDrakeBrucia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><description>Black Bart solleva la lama per finire il morente Garzes, ma Juan 
passa di fianco al capitano inginocchiato frapponendosi tra lui e suo 
padre. Il coloviano rinfodera la spada corta.

Black Bart...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Oy8BsHeQeHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/01/273-lonore-di-un-pirata.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3968043665018629264</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jan 2012 22:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-19T23:29:45.627+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>272 - VITTORIA E SCONFITTA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/k9c0AHARRhU/272-vittoria-e-sconfitta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rBthCFJQg9s/TxiXOtaYdvI/AAAAAAAABFs/CgdBRm98fMM/s72-c/2012-01-19_GarzesFerito.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>Gimble sgattaiola veloce tra le gambe dei contendenti fino alle scalette che portano sul cassero di poppa. Ignorato dai più, sugli scalini giace riverso il cadavere del mago di Berenzan, il corpo...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/k9c0AHARRhU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/01/272-vittoria-e-sconfitta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-6775892613209125140</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jan 2012 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-10T23:00:18.671+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>271 - IL SOLDATO ED IL PIRATA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/F4xDFIAVji0/271-il-soldato-ed-il-pirata.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KzY0NOtd8o/TwyzMDjf7TI/AAAAAAAABFk/y1aoiDIShsQ/s72-c/2012-01-10_Sfida.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>Il faccia a faccia tra Garzes, Rune e Isabel sulle scale che scendono nella stiva si risolve in un incrocio di sguardi senza parole, nella consapevolezza che nessuno sa più chi è alleato e chi...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/F4xDFIAVji0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/01/271-il-soldato-ed-il-pirata.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2968865434450299942</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2012 11:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-04T12:11:39.120+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>270 - BATTAGLIA IN MEZZO AL MARE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/JzW_LKiB84s/270-battaglia-in-mezzo-al-mare.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJfSg5oyOrc/TwQzgH394bI/AAAAAAAABFc/mrsuaajQxiY/s72-c/2012-01-04_BattagliaNave.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Le urla e le grida. Le funi tese e l'avvicinamento, poi le passerelle
 vengono calate. Il legno scricchiola sotto i passi della milizia di 
Salamanca, coperta dal fuoco dei balestrieri e dei...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/JzW_LKiB84s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2012/01/270-battaglia-in-mezzo-al-mare.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

