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| | Sujet: Re: Les annales du Disque Monde [MAJ du 21/03/08] | Mer 30 Avr 2008 - 20:55
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| Ca m'éclaire vraiment ce oui SVP Il faut que je t'envoies le disque enregistré par Buddy ? Arf... c'est pas beau de faire des infidélités à google... Et la fabrique des crayon est tout proprement passionante. Arf... en gros, si quelqu'un veut savoir, direction google, ou ma boite à MP. |
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| | Sujet: Re: Les annales du Disque Monde [MAJ du 21/03/08] | Jeu 1 Mai 2008 - 10:36
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| OK, merci , je vais tout de suite chercher. |
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| | Sujet: Re: Les annales du Disque Monde [MAJ du 21/03/08] | Jeu 5 Juin 2008 - 18:17
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| Ah là là... que dire... un magnifique moi de Juin qui commence, et une annale du disque monde supllémentaire Donc, comme je l'avais dit précisément, il s'agit de... Synopsys Moite von Lipwig, arnaqueur et imposteur, doit faire un choix vital : être pendu ou remettre sur pied le service postal moribond d'Ankh-Morpork, malgré les intempéries, les chiens, la Société de prévoyance et de bienfaisance des employés des postes, le président malveillant de la Compagnie sémaphorique de l'interurbain, un tueur nocturne et la beauté d'Adora Belle Chercoeur. Le retour en force du service postal dans la belle Ankh-Morpok Malheureusement, je ne l'ai pas encore lu... Enfin si, le début, sur un écran d'ordinateur et en anglis qui plus est, alors bon, c'est pas le must. Mais tout de même, du peu que j'ai lu, il s'annonce comme les précédents, auttrement dit super !!! Un nouveau personnage, à savoir Moite Von Lipwig, que l'on sera amené à revoir dans d'autres annales Et en plus, le Patricien fait partie des personnages principaux ¤_¤ Enfin bref, je m'arrête avant de m'emballer complètement Vous ne verrez plus la Poste de la même manière |
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| | Sujet: Re: Les annales du Disque Monde [MAJ du 21/03/08] | Jeu 5 Juin 2008 - 21:18
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| ben moi, j'ai déjà pas encore lu le tome 3 alors bon... houlala je suis en retard^^ |
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| | Sujet: Re: Les annales du Disque Monde [MAJ du 21/03/08] | Mer 17 Sep 2008 - 21:02
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| Exhumation powaaaa !! La glandeuse qui n'a toujours pas trouvé Timbré dans sa bibliothèque ramène sa fraise... Pour parler de ce qui devrai sortir en Octobre : le 34 ème tome (eh oui, déjà) des annales du Disque Monde. On applaudit bien fort où Thud pour ceux qui l'auraient lu en VO. Petit synopsys La vallée de Koom? C'est là que les trolls ont tendu une embuscade aux nains, ou peut-être les nains aux trolls. Dans un pays reculé. En des temps reculés. Mais, s'il ne résout pas le meurtre d'un unique nain,le commissaire Vimaire du Guet d'Ankh-Morpork assistera à la réédition de cette bataille, là-dehors, sous les fenêtres de son bureau. Alors que son Guet se fissure autour de lui et que résonnent les tambours de guerre, il lui faut débrouiller chaque indice, se montrer plus malin que chaque assassin et braver les ténèbres. Des ténèbres qui le suivent. Oh... et à 18 heures tous les jours sans faute - aucune excuse ne sera tolérée - il doit rentrer chez lui. On n'échappe pas à certains devoirs. Le Guet, encore le guet et toujours le guet Sans oublier la Mort, et la famille de Sire Samuel Vimaire... Extrait en anglais - Spoiler:
Chapter One Thud ... that was the sound the heavy club made as it connected with the head. The body jerked, and slumped back.
And it was done, unheard, unseen: the perfect end, a perfect solution, a perfect story.
But, as the dwarfs say, where there is trouble you will always find a troll.
The troll saw.
It started out as a perfect day. It would soon enough be an imperfect one, he knew, but just for these few minutes, it was possible to pretend that it wouldn't.
Sam Vimes shaved himself. It was his daily act of defiance, a confirmation that he was ... well, plain Sam Vimes.
Admittedly, he shaved himself in a mansion, and while he did so his butler read out bits from the Times, but they were just ... circumstances. It was still Sam Vimes looking back at him from the mirror. The day he saw the duke of Ankh-Morpork in there would be a bad day. "Duke" was just a job description, that's all.
"Most of the news is about the current ... dwarfish situation, sir," said Willikins, as Vimes negotiated the tricky area under the nose. He still used his granddad's cutthroat razor. It was another anchor to reality. Besides, the steel was a lot better than the steel you got today. Sybil, who had a strange enthusiasm for modern gadgetry, kept on suggesting he get one of those new shavers, with a little magic imp inside that had its own scissors and did all the cutting very quickly, but Vimes had held out. If anyone was going to be using a blade near his face, it was going to be him.
"Koom Valley, Koom Valley," he muttered to his reflection. "Anything new?"
"Not as such, sir," said Willikins, turning back to the front page. "There is a report of that speech by Grag Hamcrusher. There was a disturbance afterwards, it says. Several dwarfs and trolls were wounded. Community leaders have appealed for calm."
Vimes shook some lather off the blade. "Hah! I bet they have. Tell me, Willikins, did you fight much when you were a kid? Were you in a gang or anything?"
"I was privileged to belong to the Shamlegger Street Rude Boys, sir," said the butler primly.
"Really?" said Vimes, genuinely impressed. "They were pretty tough nuts, as I recall."
"Thank you, sir," said Willikins smoothly. "I pride myself I used to give somewhat more than I got if we needed to discuss the vexed area of turf issues with the young men from Rope Street. Stevedore's hooks were their weapon of choice, as I recall."
"And yours ... ?" said Vimes, agog.
"A cap-brim sewn with sharpened pennies, sir. An ever-present help in times of trouble."
"Ye gods, man! You could put someone's eye out with something like that."
"With care, sir, yes."
And here you stand now, in your pinstripe trousers and butlering coat, shiny as schmaltz and fat as butter, Vimes thought, while he tidied up under the ears. And I'm a duke. How the world turns.
"And have you everheard someone say 'let's have a disturbance'?" he said.
"Never, sir," said Wilkins, picking up the paper again.
"Me neither. It only happens in newspapers." Vimes glanced at the bandage on his arm. It had been quite disturbing, even so.
"Did it mention I took personal charge?" he said.
"No, sir. But it does say here that rival factions in the street outside were kept apart by the valiant efforts of the Watch, sir."
"They actually used the word 'valiant'?" said Vimes.
"Indeed they did, sir."
"Well, good," Vimes conceded grumpily. "Do they record that two officers had to be taken to the Free Hospital, one of them quite badly hurt?"
"Unaccountably, not, sir," said the butler.
"Huh. Typical. Oh, well ... carry on."
Willikins coughed a butlery cough. "You might wish to lower the razor for the next one, sir. I got into trouble with her ladyship about last week's little nick."
Vimes watched his image sigh, and lowered the razor. "All right, Willikins. Tell me the worst."
Behind him, the paper was professionally rustled. "The headline on page three is: 'Vampire Officer For The Watch?,' sir," said the butler and took a careful step backwards.
"Damn! Who told them?"
"I really couldn't say, sir. It says you are not in favor of vampires in the Watch, but will be interviewing a recruit today. It says there is a lively controversy over the issue."
"Turn to page eight, will you?" said Vimes grimly. Behind him, the paper rustled again.
"Well?" he said. "That's where they usually put their silly political cartoon, isn't it?"
"You did put the razor down, did you, sir?" said Willikins.
"Yes!"
"Perhaps it would also be just as well if you stepped away from the washbasin, too, sir."
"There's one of me, isn't there ..." said Vimes grimly.
"Indeed there is, sir. It portrays a small, nervous vampire and, if I may say so, a rather larger-than-life drawing of yourself leaning over your desk, holding a wooden stake in your right hand. The caption is 'Any good on a stakeout, eh?,' sir, this being a humorous wordplay referring, on the one hand, to the standard police procedure -- "
"Yes, I think I can just about spot it," said Vimes wearily. "Any chance you could nip down and buy the original before Sybil does? Every time they run a cartoon of me, she gets hold of it and hangs it up in the library!"
"Mr., er, Fizz does capture a very good likeness, sir," the butler conceded. "And I regret to say that her ladyship has already instructed me to go down to the Timesoffice on herbehalf."
Vimes groaned.
"Moreover, sir," Willikins went on, "her ladyship desired me to remind you that she and Young Sam will meet at the studio of Sir Joshua at eleven sharp, sir. The painting is at an important stage, I gather."
"But I -- "
"She was very specific, sir. She said if a commander of police cannot take time off, who can?"
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