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Captive - tome 2

Autor: Sarah Rivens

Número de Páginas: 741

Entre guerres de pouvoir, famille de cœur, nouvelles chances et trahisons, la dynastie des Scott est sur le point de vivre un nouveau tournant. Une année s’est écoulée depuis qu’Asher a arraché Ella à sa nouvelle vie. Et tandis que la jeune femme essaie de panser ses blessures, lui, est hanté par le souvenir de ses yeux bleus. Pourtant, le leader du réseau des Scott est bien trop fier pour revenir toquer à sa porte. Jusqu’à ce que leurs univers entrent à nouveau en collision. La possessivité d’Asher prend le dessus, et le leader est bien déterminé à réveiller les sentiments de celle qu’il surnomme « son ange »... sans réaliser que cela signifie également raviver les siens. Mais Ella refuse de lui pardonner son année de silence. Et si pendant longtemps, l’ange s’est plié à ses volontés, elle est aujourd’hui décidée à embraser son univers, quitte à y laisser quelques plumes.

The Captive's Position

Autor: Teresa Toulouse

Número de Páginas: 234

In this book, the author argues for a new interpretation of the captivity narrative - one that takes into account the profound shifts in political and social authority and legitimacy that occurred in New England at the end of the 17th century.

The Captive

Autor: Marcel Proust

Número de Páginas: 334

At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall, and before I had seen above the big inner curtains what tone the first streaks of light assumed, I could already tell what sort of day it was. The first sounds from the street had told me, according to whether they came to my ears dulled and distorted by the moisture of the atmosphere or quivering like arrows in the resonant and empty area of a spacious, crisply frozen, pure morning; as soon as I heard the rumble of the first tramcar, I could tell whether it was sodden with rain or setting forth into the blue. And perhaps these sounds had themselves been forestalled by some swifter and more pervasive emanation which, stealing into my slumber, diffused in it a melancholy that seemed to presage snow, or gave utterance (through the lips of a little person who occasionally reappeared there) to so many hymns to the glory of the sun that, having first of all begun to smile in my sleep, having prepared my eyes, behind their shut lids, to be dazzled, I awoke finally amid deafening strains of music.