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	<title>Dans la tête de Seliabel</title>
	<description>Plongez dans ce monde délirant qui se presse dans ma tête : entre fanfics harry potter, délires fantastiques ou histoires pseudo-policières... welcome in hell !</description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Mises à jour]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 22:35:25 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[Bloc de contenu]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 22:35:25 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[Voyage en Holmésie]]></title>
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    <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 17:23:01 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-21]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA["So, how long has it been ?
_ More or less five minuts. 't is time."
Privates Donovan and McKinnon exchanged a glance and moved to the sickbay, followed by the young boy. They knocked on the door and entered. Commodore Norrington was sitting back to them, silent. Captain Crow was lying on thje bed, saying :
"I'm confused, I thought he would have told you... He's so talkative, sometimes..."
Rig...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 00:25:19 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA["So, what did he tell you ?"
Victoria Crow was lying on her side in the bed, looking at Commodore Norrington who was sitting near by her. He smiled.
"Are you worried about what he might have said ?"
She had a short chuckle.
"Well, you know... One's got one's secrets... and my father doesn't know what discretion means."
He smiled again.
"If that may be of any comfort, mine does not know eithe...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:55:30 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-5]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Cela se produisit plus t&ocirc;t qu'elle ne le pensait. Juste apr&egrave;s le coucher du soleil, ils vinrent &agrave; la prison. Sans armes, mais d&eacute;termin&eacute;s. Certains &eacute;taient tr&egrave;s jeunes. le ge&ocirc;lier ouvrit la grille. Ele &eacute;tait assise sur le matelas, les regardait. Elle savait pourquoi ils venaient. Elle n'avait pas peur. Dans la cellule d'&agrave; c&ocirc;t...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:30:33 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-4]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[La promotion de Norrington fut officialis&eacute;e deux jours plus tard. Victoria Crow &eacute;tait toujours vivante et suivit la c&eacute;r&eacute;monie depuis la petite fen&ecirc;tre de sa cellule. Elle avait promis &agrave; Norrington qu'elle le ferait, afin de v&eacute;rifier s'il tenait parole. De fait, elle &eacute;tait l&agrave;, debout sur sa paillasse et agrippant les barreaux pour ne pas...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Sun, 16 Aug 2009 00:58:06 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-3]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA["Laissez-nous, Donovan."
Le soldat Donovan salua et sortit. Quand le capitaine Norrington donnait un ordre, il &eacute;tait plus sage d'ob&eacute;ir promptement, car, sous son flegme britannique, le capitaine n'&eacute;tait pas des plus patients. Norrington tenait toujours le chapeau et la cape. Il les tendit &agrave; la prisonni&egrave;re.
"Vous les aviez oubli&eacute;s."
Victoria Crow &eacute...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 18:59:27 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA[Three knockings on the door. Governor Swann nervously sat down in his armchair and answered :
"Come in !"
The door opened. But the man who entered was not Commodore Norrington. He was a tall, strong, grey-headed man wearing rags. The man who had been taken on board by the crewmen during the storm. The Governor got up.
"What are you doing here ? I demand you get out immediately !"
But the man s...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 22:11:26 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-2]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Il &eacute;tait l&agrave;, quand la Marine Royale &eacute;tait venue arr&ecirc;ter le capitaine Crow et sa jeune soeur Beryl. Ils avaient re&ccedil;u une lettre anonyme, les informant que les deux femmes se trouveraient au Dauphin Couronn&eacute;, l'une des maisons-closes les plus connues de Port-Royal. Et, en effet; elles y &eacute;taient, dans une petite chambre, au chevet d'une femme apparemmen...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 18:45:51 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-18]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Edward Crow got out of the sick bay and took his pipe out of his pocket. He had taken tobacco from the box on one shelf and filled the wooden pipe with it. He had blood on his hands, on his shirt, even in his hair and beard. The storm had calmed down, and the sea was quiet, even if heavy clouds were hiding the moonlight. The old man lit his pipe up and took a few puffs. He smiled.
"Victoria told ...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 18:15:29 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA["That's Incredible, angel. I definitely can't leave you alone more than five years, eh ?"
Edward Crow was leaning over his daughter's back, slowly sewing up the skin. The onguents were effective. Victoria whispered, half-conscious :
"I thought you were dead...
_Quiet, I said. You stay still and you let me end this up."
She smiled. So did her father. He nodded.
"If you hadn't been there, I thi...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 15:24:57 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-1]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Les deux femmes, entour&eacute;es de six gardes, sortirent du b&acirc;timent. La plus &acirc;g&eacute;e tenait le menton haut sous son vaste chapeau &agrave; plume et son dos &eacute;tait droit sous la lourde cape. Elle ressemblait &agrave; quelque reine d&eacute;chue. Elle ne semblait pas se pr&eacute;occuper des chaines qui enserraient &eacute;troitement ses poignets. Sur sa joue, il y avait une...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 14:24:58 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[1-16]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[The old man liked storms. He liked the wind and the sea, and he liked to see them fight. He liked the lightnings and to see the boats dancing above the waves. The old man had always been attracted by boats. He was but a kid when his brother and he had joined the East India Trading Company, and a teen when he had become a sailor in the Royal Navy. When he had turned twenty-five, the old man had lef...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 21:34:01 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA[Victoria Crow had a short shiver.
"I am sorry. I cannot...
_ That's alright. I understand perfectly."
Her voice sounded quiet, but her eyes blinked too fast, and her hand shook as she lifted the glass up to Burton's lips. Norrington, embarassed, did not dare looking at her. He let slip :
"This is the main drawback of being a soldier : there is always someone above you to whom you must obbey.
...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA["I have been thinking about it all night long, Commodore. I surely cannot tolerate the attitude of this unholy creature. She tried to kill me, didn't she ?"
The Governor was sitting in front of a mirror, while he was getting shaved by the barber. Commodore Norrington had a sceptical mimic.
"If I may, Sir, I would say that if Captain Crow ever had in mind to kill any of us, she would already have...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jul 2009 18:35:41 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA["Gasp !"
Norrington sat up on his bed, his heart beating, a cold sweat running down between his shoulder blades. A nightmare. Thanks Christ, it was only a nightmare. He dropped himself on the pillows, waiting for his heart to calm down. He swept his forehead with his wrist. On the wall, just above his head, a ray of moonlight was drawing strange figures. He sighed.He now was fully awake and knew ...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 23:22:42 +0200</pubDate>
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    <title><![CDATA[Lord Richard Ravenscar]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA[Lord Richard Edward Ravenscar, fils du richissime Lord Edward Antoine Ravenscar, haut magistrat, s'av&egrave;re &ecirc;tre un ancien condisciple de Holmes, &agrave; l'&eacute;poque o&ugrave; celui-ci poursuivait de brillantes &eacute;tudes &agrave; Cambridge.&nbsp;Lui-m&ecirc;me &eacute;l&eacute;ment exceptionnellement brillant - quoiqu'handicap&eacute; par une sant&eacute; fragile, Ravenscar atti...]]></description>
    <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:52:48 +0200</pubDate>
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    <description><![CDATA["I think I'm gonna be sick...
_Donovan, ya're definitely a failure."
Elinor McFarlan sniggered and patted her brother's back.
"Be brave, Don, we ain't there yet."
Then, she left him and went across the deck to the forecastle. Perched on the prow, young Beryl was casting her eyes on the ocean. Elinor leant against the banister.
"Melancholic, me luv ?
_Worried, Nora."
Elinor nodded. She was a...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA["So, what happened, Mr Gillett ?"
Her wrists had been unchained and she had put her jacket down on a chair. She was going to and fro, searching in the shelves if there was anything she could use, laboriously spelling out what was written on the bottles : she could hardly read. Mr Gillett finally began to read for her. He sighed :
"I had to get everything loaded and ready in half an hour. I... ju...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA["Everything's fixed, Commodore. We can rig out as soon as you'll give the order."
Norrington nodded at Mr Gillett.
"Have the boat loaded and bring the prisonner aboard. Make sure she won't escape. The Governor and I will join you in a few minuts. You have half an hour to get everything fixed.
_Aye aye Sir !"
Mr Gillett saluted and left, quite panicking. He really was beginning to think that Co...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA["Bring the prisonner to my cabin."
Norrington had not even looked at the soldier. Leaning against the forecastle, he was scrutating the sea before him. The sailor saluted and rushed at the last&nbsp;deck to obbey the order, leaving the Commodore alone. It had been two days since they had left Port Royal. Every now and then, he had to call for Cpt Crow to get the right course to steer. The pirat w...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA[Cpt Crow finally had not to let slip that Sparrow could be of any help : two limeys did it for her. Norringtn's reaction wa exactly what she had expected : a complete rejection of of the mere idea of using Sparrow. He was already making a compromise by accepting Cpt Crow's help, and, obviously, seemed towonder if he would not regret it ; he was not willing to make another one. Leaning over a map, ...]]></description>
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    <title><![CDATA[The usual note]]></title>
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    <description><![CDATA["Watson d&eacute;crit 'Vous-Savez-Qui' [Holmes] comme&nbsp; un esprit sans c&oelig;ur, ce qui est dur &agrave; jouer, difficile &agrave; devenir. Alors je me suis mis &agrave; inventer une vie intime. Je veux dire, par exemple, je sais &agrave; quoi ressemblait sa nourrice, elle &eacute;tait couverte d'amidon. Elle l'a probablement frott&eacute;, mais jamais embrass&eacute;. Je pense qu'il n'a pro...]]></description>
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    <description><![CDATA[Sparrow was desperately trying to pick the lock of his cell, when the door opened. He immediately grabbed the bone he was using as a tool and hid it in his shirt.
"Victory ! Still alive, my dear ?
_As you can see. And it is Victori-a !"
[i]The soldier who was escorting her whistled to call the dog. In vain.[/i]
"Seems, Ma'am, dat ye'll hafta spend de end av'de night on a bench. De key's lost, ...]]></description>
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