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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><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-745132150134891525</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2011 10:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-24T11:46:12.009+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>269 - ALL'ARREMBAGGIO!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/x29kGPDIHY0/269-allarrembaggio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AWcrSb8eEsI/TvWtUvBKolI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Xg156qVt3jA/s72-c/2011-12-24_Arrembaggio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><description>Il nuovo giorno porta con sé un cambio dei venti. Correnti calde 
meridionali sospingono la Sable Drake a gonfie vele, e come linfa fresca
 sembrano portare rinnovato vigore nell'equipaggio di Black...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/x29kGPDIHY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/12/269-allarrembaggio.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1116845632963186067</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2011 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-13T22:20:23.805+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>268 - LA SENTINA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/_H1CzgXHglY/268-la-sentina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mM1UlnWjhTk/TufAg-n-exI/AAAAAAAABFE/Tgz5TGkzHoc/s72-c/2011-12-13_PirataUbriaco.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>Le lanterne appese a sostegni ricurvi sul ponte dondolano al ritmo delle 
onde, come minuscole lucciole nell'immensa notte del mare aperto.

L'ora

 è tarda, quasi tutti dormono. Per un elfo...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/_H1CzgXHglY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/12/268-la-sentina.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4084470591760923131</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 19:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-07T23:03:21.420+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>267 - IL LAVORO SPORCO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/ZJiAs-GsT8E/267-il-lavoro-sporco.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhcAH1q2_kM/Tt_idYv0pfI/AAAAAAAABE8/wZlV0PZoawE/s72-c/2011-12-07_Sottocoperta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>Il sole in mare aperto è una palla di fuoco che arrostisce la pelle, che costringe gli avventurieri a cercare frequentemente un minimo sollievo sotto le vele. Juan è particolarmete schivo e...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/ZJiAs-GsT8E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/12/267-il-lavoro-sporco.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1771189906509274504</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-27T17:45:46.307+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>266 - JUAN E' MORTO QUEL GIORNO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/Mqdswp3bMmc/266-juan-e-morto-quel-giorno.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CPodnfQ0r4c/TtJomZO_rFI/AAAAAAAABE0/xO5-g5ecuZ4/s72-c/2011-11-27_BartJuan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>"Non ci raggiungeranno più, prima che ci capiscano qualcosa saremo a bordo della Sable Drake" afferma sicuro Black Bart, osservando le scialuppe con gli uomini di Carnegie che si avvicinano al...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/Mqdswp3bMmc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/11/266-juan-e-morto-quel-giorno.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4736002738713470347</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Nov 2011 22:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-17T23:43:17.848+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>265 - PIRATI!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/UFtxMUJbXjM/265-pirati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwOBZmRaoIo/TsWNY_pbZOI/AAAAAAAABEs/Jv9Y9R9WAUM/s72-c/2011-11-17_Pirati.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>"Levatevi di torno!" sbraita Black Bart imbestialito, 
praticamente ignorando la ferita alla spalla. Tra lui e Juan, le guardie
 confuse non sanno che pesci pigliare. Il pirata e i suoi figli le...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/UFtxMUJbXjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/11/265-pirati.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-6542311128884415140</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 22:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T23:24:29.519+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personaggi</category><title>264 - BLACK BART</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/WZp4_Fqg3HI/lasciamo-perdere-dobbiamo-trovare-un.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UDiwLOBxH8/TrxK8H8lkRI/AAAAAAAABEk/BP7Bi_YbVOU/s72-c/2011-11-10_Black+Bart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>"Lasciamo perdere, dobbiamo trovare un altro modo."

Juan si ritira dietro il portone gesticolando nervosamente.

Gilead lo guarda stupefatto: "Stai scherzando, vero? Quella nave è la nostra unica...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/WZp4_Fqg3HI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/11/lasciamo-perdere-dobbiamo-trovare-un.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1747428746320157538</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 22:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-05T21:12:00.511+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>263 - ATTERRAGGIO D'EMERGENZA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/v_e_GHy1-sE/263-atterraggio-demergenza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8dsBd748j2A/TrRgGgklfpI/AAAAAAAABEM/9HomHdKpE1s/s72-c/2011-11-04_GrifonePrecipita.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total><description>Juan afferra a piene mani una delle zampe posteriori del grifone, ondeggiando paurosamente mentre l'animale si libra nel vuoto lanciando acuti stridii.

Gilead agisce sulle briglie per controllarlo,...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/v_e_GHy1-sE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/11/263-atterraggio-demergenza.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-9192579006604420693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T09:57:57.377+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>262 - SALTO NEL VUOTO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/VRp-1gThCfc/262-salto-nel-vuoto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>"Stai calmo... stai calmo!" sibila Gilead a denti stretti.

Il grifone del Duca non sembra volerne sapere dopo la morte del suo custode, agita vigorosamente le ali, s'impenna lanciando acuti stridii,...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/VRp-1gThCfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/11/262-salto-nel-vuoto.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1184197854655895543</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T12:59:46.533+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>261 - SCRUPOLI DIMENTICATI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/_0U0cSacdSI/261-scrupoli-dimenticati.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmsQCCoNWj4/TqhlixzeB_I/AAAAAAAABEE/xOTebX1M4xc/s72-c/2011-10-26_GuardianoDelGrifone.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>Rune evita di un soffio una delle lame del mezzelfo che gli sibila 
un'unghia sopra i capelli, rispondendo con una spazzata rapida. 
Tuttavia, anche il suo avversario fa dell'agilità la sua forza, e...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/_0U0cSacdSI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/10/261-scrupoli-dimenticati.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-734774696866457730</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2011 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-21T23:24:44.490+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>260 - IL GRIFONE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/-FaHGN95BB0/260-il-grifone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FqbtgEXVbb8/TqHhjmlSCgI/AAAAAAAABD8/7di77_LMiKw/s72-c/2011-10-21_Grifone.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><description>Lo slancio con cui Hearst arriva nel torrione fa fischiare il cuoio degli stivali mentre frena la sua corsa. Si sentono i passi di due guardie che salgono rapide le scale che provengono dai piani...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/-FaHGN95BB0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/10/260-il-grifone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-6538263903785719238</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T23:27:03.104+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>259 - I BASTIONI DEL PENITENZIARIO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/937L4mwNDLk/259-i-bastioni-del-penitenziario.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2OUmL2DGh6U/TpYBEiIyHuI/AAAAAAAABD0/QEPxPPeLDqk/s72-c/2011-10-12_MuraCarnegie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><description>L'ennesimo corridoio, le ennesime guardie che sbucano da ogni dove all'inseguimento, gli ennesimi dardi che sibilano prima che gli avventurieri trovino riparo dietro una svolta. Una grande arcata...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/937L4mwNDLk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/10/259-i-bastioni-del-penitenziario.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2808313244406822409</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-09T19:17:02.254+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>258 - NEI MEANDRI DELLA FORTEZZA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/0PiSh4vtfU0/258-nei-meandri-della-fortezza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XsN_MTSTEGI/TpHAKPmu9sI/AAAAAAAABDw/ii8FWTIyjzI/s72-c/2011-10-09_Balestriere.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>Il lungo corridoio ornato da drappi porpora che s'intervallano alle fiaccole alle pareti termina bruscamente con un'arcata che si apre su uno stretto pianerottolo, il cui parapetto in stile coloniale...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/0PiSh4vtfU0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/10/258-nei-meandri-della-fortezza.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1314135954580068179</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T22:10:50.037+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>257 - ALLARME!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/pBleL9ZZC1I/257-allarme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Wmd6pZTow/TooU0IywvrI/AAAAAAAABDs/VhAOg7JwKmg/s72-c/2011-10-03_Allarme.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><description>Una svolta a sinistra. Una a destra, poi l'anonimo corridoio di pietra grigia che prosegue dinanzi a loro. Una scala scende attraverso un'arcata sulla destra, pochi metri avanti. Fiaccole alle...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/pBleL9ZZC1I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/10/257-allarme.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-2007493393518840477</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 21:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-03T23:52:42.133+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>256 - NON DEVONO FUGGIRE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/FywQIw6sLpI/256-non-devono-fuggire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lhU4WsVd7xk/TnJwfHSx7XI/AAAAAAAABDo/TMRjCr8QI_s/s72-c/2011-09-15_DucaAtterrato.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><description>Quando Gimble riapre gli occhi ha la vista offuscata. E' a terra, 
scuote la testa per riprendersi. Attorno a lui sente i compagni 
lamentarsi, mentre cercano di riaversi.

Nella stanza c'è un forte...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/FywQIw6sLpI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/09/256-non-devono-fuggire.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4104072845815577870</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Sep 2011 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T16:42:18.806+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Interludio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>255 - QUINTO INTERLUDIO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/4oDkEihIcuI/255-quinto-interludio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lMZiUB0yqo/Tmye3l8FF-I/AAAAAAAABDg/WRoEi7OP7QE/s72-c/2011-09-11_Pittrice.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><description>Il dolore la paralizza, l'elettricità percorre il suo corpo dilatando il tempo.

Il suo atto di ribellione al Duca le sta costando caro. No. Forse costerà molto più caro al suo carceriere.

Il suo...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/4oDkEihIcuI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/09/255-quinto-interludio.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3721567163541791044</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-08T23:21:12.728+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>254 - RIFLESSI DI ILLUSIONE E REALTA'</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/GvLG8fqmrQ0/254-riflessi-di-illusione-e-realta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-zZ6BEa9P8/Tmkw-pMGnMI/AAAAAAAABDc/xmBCFrrTI4k/s72-c/2011-09-08_Lente.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>I nostri eroi si scambiano sguardi avviliti, lasciandosi cadere esausti sul pavimento, le spalle appoggiate al parapetto. L'incessante farfugliare di sotto segna l'inarrestabile avanzata dei...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/GvLG8fqmrQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/09/254-riflessi-di-illusione-e-realta.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-3074867708085412619</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2011 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-04T21:30:28.936+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>253 - LA FORZA DI MOLTI</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/2vpl_bRBqs8/253-la-forza-di-molti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOaSiDDuqp8/TmOcrjozYmI/AAAAAAAABDY/xPxQp6wlhRw/s72-c/2011-09-04_Faro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><description>Gli avventurieri si affrettano lungo le passerelle. Juan precede tutti, seguito da Rune, e via via tutti gli altri, con Gilead e Isabel che cercano di aiutare alla meglio i compagni più lenti, Gimble...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/2vpl_bRBqs8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/09/253-la-forza-di-molti.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-9149719812616738523</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-28T21:09:11.841+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>252 - AL RIPARO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/F-dTVCua5A0/252-al-riparo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Le luci danzanti di Gimble svaniscono proprio quando i nostri eroi raggiungono la base del faro, mentre Juan si fionda sulla porta strattonandola. Il rumore metallico della serratura non lascia...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/F-dTVCua5A0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/08/252-al-riparo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-4514531421264174746</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Aug 2011 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-21T21:35:00.365+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>251 - L'ORDA</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/iCjt6rFFC9k/251-lorda.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p853WBY1bHU/TlFd0ypdYNI/AAAAAAAABDM/lfVz4ORdUW8/s72-c/2011-08-21_Orda.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total><description>Gilead scalcia per far perdere la presa al piccolo umanoide. La creatura, una specie di scimmia dalla pelle grigiastra e pelosa e dalle orecchie appuntite, emette un grugnito stridulo cadendo a pochi...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/iCjt6rFFC9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/08/251-lorda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-7635535284524666405</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 18:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-15T21:45:40.544+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>250 - UN FARO NELLA NOTTE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/5z7EwrIRX4s/250-un-faro-nella-notte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TGTMT07tuTM/Tkl3HtAQQUI/AAAAAAAABDE/RHWh4TVczzY/s72-c/2011-08-15_Faro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><description>Gimble si gratta pensieroso la barba, mentre segue i compagni attraverso le immense distese di grano che li separano dal faro. Non riesce a togliersi dalla testa il messaggio che Juan ha mostrato....&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/5z7EwrIRX4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/08/250-un-faro-nella-notte.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760500343063517290.post-1319162800638453663</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2011 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-10T20:05:46.385+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Capitolo 3</category><title>249 - IL MESSAGGIO</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~3/97siGCRIyDk/249-il-messaggio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ale)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gLrVpflDj4I/TkLHk--9mOI/AAAAAAAABC8/zhw67_lJVoo/s72-c/2011-08-10_Messaggio.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><description>Juan si immerge nel calore del giorno, il suo sguardo si perde nella distesa di campi di grano che si estende a perdita d'occhio dinanzi a lui, intervallata solo qua e là da rocce affioranti dal...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/IlSussurroDiEven/~4/97siGCRIyDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://sussurrodieven.blogspot.com/2011/08/249-il-messaggio.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

