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"Jamais aucune époque n’a autant été marquée par le désir de changer de vie. Nous voulons tous, à un moment de notre existence, être un autre." Bernard Gabay donne voix à ce roman au charme irrésistible et décalé, et à son duo de personnages parfois déboussolés mais toujours pleins d’envie.

The City of Qushmarrah is uneasy under the rule of the Herodians - short, balding men whose armies would never have conquered the city had not the great and evil wizard Narkar been killed and sealed in his citadel; had not the savage nomad Datars turned coat and sided with the invaders; had not some traitor opened the fortress to them.

Bacca has it all. The most celebrated (and furry) star in the Overworld, he's the person others look to for help building their dungeons, mazes, and castles. He has a girlfriend, LadyBacc, and his most prized possession of all - a diamond ax called Betty. One day Bacca is approached by a mysterious dragon...made entirely of diamonds! The dragon is from a new biome - a secret land few have ever seen - where a special object has been stolen.

The Successor is a powerful political novel based on the sudden, mysterious death of the man who had been handpicked to succeed the hated Albanian dictator Enver Hoxha. The man who died was Mehmet Shehu, the presumed heir to the ailing dictator. The world was so certain that he was next in line that he was known as The Successor. And then, shortly before he was to assume power, he was found dead. Did he commit suicide or was he murdered?

Un chef qui perd la raison, un village en pagaille et des menaces toujours plus inquiétantes… Une nouvelle aventure trépidante dans l’univers d’Astérix !

Okay, so maybe I've been living in the woods too long, where you can't even get a decent cup of klava first thing in the morning. So who should turn up but Lady Teldra, the courtly servant of my old friend the Dragonlord Morrolan? Teldra wants my help, because Morrolan and Aliera have disappeared, and according to Sethra Lavode, it looks like they may be in the hands of the Jenoine. Do I want to mess with them? The guys who made this place? And I thought I had problems before...Oh well, what's a little cosmic battle?

A collection of classic works by Edgar Allan Poe, American author, poet, editor, and literary critic. Best known for his tales of mystery and the macabre, Poe was one of the earliest American practitioners of the short story and is considered the inventor of the detective fiction genre. He is further credited with contributing to the emerging genre of science fiction. He was the first well-known American writer to try to earn a living through writing alone, resulting in a financially difficult life and career.

Tant de découvertes ces dernières années ont achevé de nous perdre dans le labyrinthe des premiers hommes et la diversité de nos ancêtres. Pour suivre cette longue évolution, d'abord simienne et partagée, puis tout à fait humaine et unique, Pascal Picq raconte dans un récit complètement inédit nos origines communes avec les singes. Cela se passe au cœur de l'ère tertiaire, durant le long Miocène (de -23 à -5,5 millions d'années), l'âge d'or des hominoïdes. Et cela, plusieurs millions d'années avant l'émergence de notre lignée africaine !

Histoire du conflit franco-anglais qui dura 116 ans, depuis la revendication du trône de France par Edouard III jusqu'à l'abandon des Anglais sous le règne de Charles VII.

The favorite book of William Burroughs. A journey into the hobo underworld, freight hopping around the still Wild West, becoming a highwayman and member of the yegg (criminal) brotherhood, getting hooked on opium, doing stints in jail or escaping, often with the assistance of crooked cops or judges. Our lost history revived. With an introduction by Burroughs. A BookSense 77 selection.

"Bonjour, je suis Bernard Werber et aujourd'hui je vous invite à un voyage : un voyage de transformation intérieure. Je serai votre guide et nous allons vivre ensemble une expérience de méditation unique, à travers 4 éléments : l'air, le feu, la terre et l'eau. La méditation est une voie d'entrée dans l'esprit fabuleuse. Comme je le fais dans mes romans avec mes lecteurs, je souhaite vous plonger dans un imaginaire profond et vous connecter à des lieux qui vous sont propres et dans lesquels vous vous sentirez en paix."

Dans les relations professionnelles, il est quelquefois difficile de rester authentique, de savoir exprimer en toute simplicité sa perception, ses opinions, ses besoins, ses réticences, ses émotions. En conséquence on se tait, on se sur-adapte, on refoule ses émotions, on "prend sur soi". Tout cela est souvent stressant, épuisant, quelquefois inutile et contre-productif. Il est toutefois possible de s’affirmer avec bienveillance, dans le respect de ses collaborateurs, de sa hiérarchie ou de ses collègues, de conjuguer fermeté et savoir-faire relationnel.

Vlad Taltos is very good at killing people. That, combined with two faithful companions and a talent for witchcraft, makes him an assassin par excellence. But lately his heart just hasn't been in his work, so he decides to retire. Unfortunately, old enemies have scores to settle with Vlad. So much for retirement!

Vlad Taltos, short-statured, short-lived human in an Empire of tall, long-lived Dragaerans, has always had to keep his wits about him. Long ago, he made a place for himself as a captain of the Jhereg, the noble house that runs the rackets in the great imperial city of Adrilankha. But love, revolution, betrayal, and revenge ensued, and for years now Vlad has been a man on the run, struggling to stay a step ahead of the Jhereg who would kill him without hesitation.

Now Vlad's back in Adrilankha. The rackets he used to run are now under the control of the mysterious "Left Hand of the Jhereg" - a secretive cabal of women who report to no man.

"Nous ne savons pas ce qui nous arrive et c'est précisément ce qui nous arrive", écrit José Ortega y Gasset. Que nous arrive-t-il ? Qu'arrive-t-il à la France ? Au monde ? Notre impéritie vient-elle d'une myopie à l'égard de tout ce qui dépasse l'immédiat ? d'une perception inexacte ? d'une crise de la pensée ? d'un somnambulisme généralisé ? Tant de certitudes ont été balayées ! Comment naviguer dans un océan d'incertitude ? Comment comprendre l'histoire que nous vivons ?"

House Jhereg, Dragaera's organized crime syndicate, is still hunting Vlad Taltos. There's a big price on his head in Dragaera City. Then he hears disturbing news. Aliera - longtime friend, sometime ally - has been arrested by the Empire on a charge of practicing elder sorcery, a capital crime. It doesn't make sense. Everybody knows Aliera's been dabbling in elder sorcery for ages. Why is the Empire down on her now? Why aren't her powerful friends - Morrolan, Sethra, the Empress Zerika - coming to her rescue? And most to the point, why has she utterly refused to do anything about her own defense?

Fresh from the collapse of his marriage, and with the criminal Jhereg organization out to eliminate him, Vlad decides to hide out among his relatives in faraway Fenario. All he knows about them is that their family name is Merss and that they live in a papermaking industrial town called Burz. At first Burz isn’t such a bad place, though the paper mill reeks to high heaven. But the longer he stays there, the stranger it becomes. No one will tell him where to find his relatives.

Years ago, Vlad Taltos came from the East, to make his way as a human amidst the impossibly tall, fantastically long-lived natives of the Dragaeran Empire. He joined the Jhereg, the Dragaeran House (of which there are seventeen) that handles the Empire's vices: gambling, rackets, organized crime. He became a professional assassin. He was good at it. But that was then, before Vlad and the Jhereg became mortal enemies. For years, Vlad has run from one end of the Empire to the other, avoiding the Jhereg assassins who pursue him.

"Je venais d'avoir onze ans lorsque j'ai pris conscience de ce qu'était le destin. C'est drôle, en repensant à cette soirée et à tout ce qui m'est arrivé d'important depuis, je me dis que dans une vie, on ne voit jamais venir les événements qui vont vraiment compter. "Depuis ce jour, plus personne ne m'a pris dans ses bras. Enfin, jusqu'à la semaine dernière. C'était encore pour m'annoncer une nouvelle qui allait dynamiter mon existence.

Marching through mud just isn't as much fun as they say. After years of surviving in Adrilankha by practicing the trade I know best - killing people for a living - suddenly I'm in the last place any self-respecting assassin wants to be: the army. Worse, I'm right in the middle of a apocalyptic battle between two sorcerous armies, and everyone expects me to play a role they won't explain. All I've got between me and the worst kind of death is my wits. Oh, and a smart-mouthed winged lizard.