<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463</id><updated>2012-01-04T16:55:00.571-08:00</updated><category term='James Redfield'/><category term='Ernest Hemingway'/><category term='Stephenie Meyer'/><category term='Ana Macedo'/><category term='Antoine de Saint-Exupéry'/><category term='Raquel Neves'/><category term='J. R. Ward'/><category term='F. Scott Fitzgerald'/><category term='Charlaine Harris'/><category term='Kim Edwards'/><category term='P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast'/><category term='José Saramago'/><category term='Jostein Gaarder'/><category term='Luís de Sttau Monteiro'/><category term='Eça de Queirós'/><category term='Anne Rice'/><category term='Becca Fiztpatrick'/><title type='text'>No Final da História</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2019458396948024693</id><published>2011-01-20T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T18:11:12.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Edwards'/><title type='text'>The Memory Keeper's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"As mãos da sua irmã eram pequenas, como as da mãe de ambos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Paul atravessou o relvado e tocou no ombro de Phoebe, para levá-la para casa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Kim Edwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Segredos de Família (VP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2019458396948024693?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2019458396948024693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3316358847501542400</id><published>2010-12-19T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:33:50.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Becca Fiztpatrick'/><title type='text'>Hush, Hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Continuo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Meti-lhe a mão no cabelo, puxando-o para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Continua."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Becca Fitzpatrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3316358847501542400?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3316358847501542400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3316358847501542400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3316358847501542400'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"A morte voltou para a cama, abraçou-se ao homem e, sem compreender o que lhe estava a suceder, ela que nunca dormia, sentiu que o sono lhe fazia descair suavemente as pálpebras. No dia seguinte ninguém morreu."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6894104848144243124?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6894104848144243124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6894104848144243124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6894104848144243124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6894104848144243124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-intermitencias-da-morte.html' title='As Intermitências da Morte'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-271571412843296714</id><published>2010-08-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T16:02:58.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Meu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"O destino não era fácil... Mas colocava as coisas no lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Eventualmente, tudo o que acontecia era exactamente como devia ser."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Lover Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-271571412843296714?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/271571412843296714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=271571412843296714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/271571412843296714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/271571412843296714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/08/amante-meu.html' title='Amante Meu'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-260603396984593486</id><published>2010-07-02T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:47:57.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F. Scott Fitzgerald'/><title type='text'>O Estranho Caso de  Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Depois escureceu tudo e o seu berço branco, e os rostos obscuros que pairavam sobre ele, e o aroma morno e doce do leite desvanecerem-se por completo da sua mente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;F. Scott Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-260603396984593486?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/260603396984593486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=260603396984593486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/260603396984593486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/260603396984593486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-estranho-caso-de-benjamin-button.html' title='O Estranho Caso de  Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-4496668544863281468</id><published>2010-07-02T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T16:42:53.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Rice'/><title type='text'>Entrevista com o Vampiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Lestat... perto da avenida St. Charles. Casa velha em ruínas... vizinhança pobre. Procurar grades enferrujadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E então, enfiando rapidamente o bloco no bolso, colocou as fitas na maleta, junto com o pequeno gravador, e atravessou o corredor comprido, escadas abaixo em direcção à rua, onde o seu carro continuava estacionado na esquina do bar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Anne Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4496668544863281468?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4496668544863281468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4496668544863281468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4496668544863281468'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Trata daquilo, Felix — disse Jane com indiferença, acenando com a cabeça para mim. — Quero ir para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Não vejas — sussurrou o telepata ruivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fechei os olhos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Há coisas que nunca mudam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4213755006135905852?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4213755006135905852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4213755006135905852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4213755006135905852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4213755006135905852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Cast + Kristin Cast'/><title type='text'>Indomável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não era que esse percurso fosse linear nem livre de armadilhas. Não obstante, era o meu caminho e, tal como eu, estava destinado a ser único."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.C. Cast + Kristen Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4273035236637480458?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4273035236637480458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4273035236637480458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4273035236637480458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4273035236637480458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/indomavel.html' title='Indomável'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1787826956268625363</id><published>2010-05-13T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:33:26.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast'/><title type='text'>Escolhida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt; espirrou-me directamente para a cara, e fui a rir e a dizer «que nojo», a correr para dentro do quarto, e para a caixa de lenços de papel que tinha na mesa-de-cabeceira.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como sempre, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Nala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt; resumia a minha vida na perfeição: meio engraçada, meio nojenta, e mais do que meio confusa."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1787826956268625363?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1787826956268625363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1787826956268625363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1787826956268625363'/><link 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style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Disseste que te confessei teres sido a melhor que já possuí — disse. — Mas retribuíste o elogio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Gostavas de saber, não? — retorqui, voltando para o trabalho."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2974941157333142129?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2974941157333142129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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como tudo muda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E nunca nenhuma pessoa crescida há-de entender como isso é importante!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-8860864971998474640?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8860864971998474640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=8860864971998474640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8860864971998474640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8860864971998474640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-principezinho.html' title='O Principezinho'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6095166900798710753</id><published>2010-04-21T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:45:13.126-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ernest Hemingway'/><title type='text'>O Velho e o Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Ao cimo da estrada, na sua cabana, o velho adormecera outra vez. Ainda dormia de bruços, e o rapaz estava sentado ao pé dele, a observá-lo. O velho estava a sonhar com os leões."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6095166900798710753?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6095166900798710753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6095166900798710753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6095166900798710753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6095166900798710753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-velho-e-o-mar.html' title='O Velho e o Mar'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5102561327895766245</id><published>2010-04-13T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:05:38.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlaine Harris'/><title type='text'>Sangue Oculto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Sabia, com a mesma certeza com que sabia o meu nome, que, no dia seguinte, me enviaria outro casaco numa caixa enorme e janota, com um grande laço. Teria o tamanho certo, seria de uma marca topo de gama e seria quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Era vermelho-escuro, tinha forro amovível, capuz descartável e botões de carapaça de tartaruga."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5102561327895766245?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5102561327895766245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-4438208505697902749</id><published>2010-04-13T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T14:01:09.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlaine Harris'/><title type='text'>Clube de Sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"E, de repente, percebi que o ficheiro informático tão desejado pela rainha do Louisiana, o ficheiro informático que custara vidas e que arruinara o meu relacionamento com Bill, continuava em minha casa... onde nem Eric, nem Bill, nem mesmo a rainha, conseguiriam entrar sem a minha autorização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Há muito tempo que não me ria tanto."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4438208505697902749?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4438208505697902749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4438208505697902749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4438208505697902749'/><link 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Naquela noite, Bill parecera bastante humano. E eu... Bom... notei enquanto fazíamos amor sobre os nossos lençóis limpos, que, na escuridão, a sua pele reluzia de forma bela e sobrenatural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;E a minha também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3365536175535017176?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3365536175535017176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3365536175535017176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3365536175535017176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3365536175535017176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/divida-de-sangue.html' title='Dívida de Sangue'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1062818746298931883</id><published>2010-04-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T13:51:01.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlaine Harris'/><title type='text'>Sangue Fresco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"— Depressa estaremos de volta ao normal — disse Bill, pousando-me com cuidado e caminhando até à casa de banho para apagar a luz. Reluzia na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;— Sim — sussurrei. — De volta ao normal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Charlaine Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1062818746298931883?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1062818746298931883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1062818746298931883' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1062818746298931883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1062818746298931883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/04/sangue-fresco.html' title='Sangue Fresco'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1825287284768995272</id><published>2010-03-24T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:31:04.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast'/><title type='text'>Traída</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"O aroma de um monte verdejante rodopiou subitamente à volta da estátua de Nyx, e os meus amigos sorriram no meio das lágrimas. Antes de nos afastarmos, fechei os olhos e fiz uma prece, uma promessa que vinha do fundo da minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Voltarei por ti, Stevie Rae."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1825287284768995272?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1825287284768995272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1825287284768995272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1825287284768995272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1825287284768995272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/traida.html' title='Traída'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-8460933996106453866</id><published>2010-03-24T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:27:52.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P.C. Cast + Kristin Cast'/><title type='text'>Marcada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Venha o que vier, estamos nisto juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Senti o nó que tinha no estômago desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Vamos embora — disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Rodeada pelos meus amigos, fomos todos para casa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;P.C. 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Sofia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"— Vais ver que foi ela outra vez — disse o major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Brinca, brinca, mas durante toda a noite senti que há alguma coisa aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Um de nós tem de se atirar à água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;— Então vamos os dois, papá."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Jostein Gaarder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span 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roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Ainda o apanhamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;De novo a lanterna deslizou e fugiu. Então, para apanhar o americano, os dois amigos romperam a correr desesperadamente pela Rampa de Santos e pelo Aterro, sob a primeira claridade do luar que subia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Eça de Queirós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6871983857376222839?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6871983857376222839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6871983857376222839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6871983857376222839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6871983857376222839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/os-maias.html' title='Os Maias'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3928730250370719394</id><published>2010-03-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:50:14.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luís de Sttau Monteiro'/><title type='text'>Felizmente Há Luar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MATILDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Olhem bem! Limpem os olhos no clarão daquela fogueira e abram as almas ao que ela nos ensina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Até a noite foi feita para que a vísseis até ao fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Felizmente — felizmente há luar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Luís de Sttau Monteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3928730250370719394?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3928730250370719394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3928730250370719394' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3928730250370719394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3928730250370719394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/felizmente-ha-luar.html' title='Felizmente Há Luar!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1429207721792302366</id><published>2010-03-23T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:44:44.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Redfield'/><title type='text'>A Profecia Celestina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"O seu sorriso desvaneceu-se quando me passou para as mãos um passaporte e um bilhete de avião para o voo para os Estados Unidos... Só então me disse com um forte sotaque peruano que nunca mais voltasse ao Peru, fosse por que motivo fosse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;James Redfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1429207721792302366?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1429207721792302366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1429207721792302366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1429207721792302366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1429207721792302366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/03/profecia-celestina.html' title='A Profecia Celestina'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2531780636533458331</id><published>2010-02-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:12:42.679-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Vingado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eles eram... Reis.&lt;br /&gt;- A vida é um trauma tão glorioso, não é? - murmurou Wrath.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim. - Rehv beijou o topo da cabeça de Ehlena, pensando que antes de a encontrar ele teria cortado o glorioso daquela declaração. - É exactamente assim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Avenged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2531780636533458331?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2531780636533458331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2531780636533458331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2531780636533458331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2531780636533458331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-vingado.html' title='Amante Vingado'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-9096282758658881365</id><published>2010-02-08T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:07:24.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Consagrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os gritos, assobios e as palmadas nas costas da Irmandade interromperam o resto do que ia dizer. Mas Cormia percebeu o essencial. Nunca viu uma fêmea sorrir tão formosa e amplamente como o fez ela enquanto o olhava.&lt;br /&gt;Assim certamente devia ter entendido o que queria lhe dizer.&lt;br /&gt;A frase «amo-te para sempre» nem sempre tem de ser dita para ser entendida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Enshrined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-9096282758658881365?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9096282758658881365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=9096282758658881365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/9096282758658881365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/9096282758658881365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-consagrado.html' title='Amante Consagrado'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5106416555459983188</id><published>2010-02-08T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T15:01:07.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Libertado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vishous olhou novamente o solitário pássaro amarelo no meio da árvore branca. Imaginou os ramos cheios de novo.&lt;br /&gt;- Certo - disse.&lt;br /&gt;Sem outra palavra, desmaterializou-se de volta à vida que lhe tinha sido dada, a vida que estava começando... A vida que agora, pela primeira vez, estava agradecido de ter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Unbound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5106416555459983188?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5106416555459983188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5106416555459983188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5106416555459983188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5106416555459983188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-libertado.html' title='Amante Libertado'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6147283753577862349</id><published>2010-02-08T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:55:21.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Revelado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando Sean deixou de gritar e se colocou contra ela, Joyce abraçou o seu pequeno corpo quente. Entre divagações absurdas provenientes da cama, pensou no quanto amava o seu bebé. E sempre o amaria.&lt;br /&gt;Beijou a sua suave cabecinha. A família, depois de tudo, era o suporte da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O maior suporte da vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6147283753577862349?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6147283753577862349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6147283753577862349' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6147283753577862349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6147283753577862349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-revelado.html' title='Amante Revelado'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-8799467141318475014</id><published>2010-02-08T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:51:11.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Desperto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O recruta ficou olhando as costas do guerreiro, vendo o que tinha estado oculto por todos os ferozes movimentos. Na sua pele, sobre algumas de suas cicatrizes havia dois nomes na Língua Antiga, um sobre o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Bela... e Nalla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Awakened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-8799467141318475014?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8799467141318475014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=8799467141318475014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8799467141318475014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8799467141318475014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-desperto.html' title='Amante Desperto'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2674125772922409352</id><published>2010-02-08T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:46:52.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Alegra-me que gostes - murmurou ele, suas mãos puxando a sua camisa. - Porque os dois somos teus. Ter-nos-ás pelo tempo que quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso será para sempre - disse ela, quando se deixou ir.&lt;br /&gt;E deleitou-se com todo o amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J.  R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lover Eternal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2674125772922409352?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2674125772922409352/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2674125772922409352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2674125772922409352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2674125772922409352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-eterno.html' title='Amante Eterno'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6644683611019699642</id><published>2010-02-08T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T14:46:38.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J. R. Ward'/><title type='text'>Amante Escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Houve uma gargalhada geral. Alguém lhe jogou um guardanapo.&lt;br /&gt;Fritz trouxe a sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, tenham a amabilidade - disse o mordomo, - não comecem a fazer brincadeiras à mesa. Alguém deseja pêssegos?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;J. R. Ward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dark Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Na Sombra da Noite - VP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6644683611019699642?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6644683611019699642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6644683611019699642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6644683611019699642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6644683611019699642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/02/amante-escuro.html' title='Amante Escuro'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1462448520321632968</id><published>2010-01-07T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:07:52.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><title type='text'>Memorial do Convento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"E uma nuvem fechada está no centro do seu corpo. Então Blimunda disse, Vem. Desprendeu-se a vontade de Baltasar Sete-Sóis, mas não subiu para as estrelas, se à terra pertencia e a Blimunda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1462448520321632968?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1462448520321632968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1462448520321632968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1462448520321632968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1462448520321632968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/01/memorial-do-convento.html' title='Memorial do Convento'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-9205349291041802049</id><published>2010-01-07T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T07:01:20.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XVII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Apontou entusiasmada para a televisão e exclamou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;- Fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-9205349291041802049?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2653883969951571880</id><published>2009-12-03T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:29:33.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XVI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia-se a flutuar. Perdida algures entre o físico e o etéreo. A paisagem era azul; profundamente azul. Não havia ar, qualquer brisa. Nem frio, nem quente.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2653883969951571880?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2653883969951571880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2653883969951571880' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2653883969951571880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2653883969951571880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/12/xvi.html' title='XVI'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5076267219101508164</id><published>2009-12-02T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:32:37.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Eu não queria nada – disse ela.&lt;br /&gt;– Eu não queria nada – repetiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5076267219101508164?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5076267219101508164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5076267219101508164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5076267219101508164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5076267219101508164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/12/xv.html' title='XV'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-4923547110663130073</id><published>2009-11-30T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:50:31.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XIV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, enquanto contemplava o velho retrato, pensei:&lt;br /&gt;Não é do outro lado das rosas que estão os espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Não, do outro lado dos espinhos é que estão as rosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4923547110663130073?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4923547110663130073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4923547110663130073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4923547110663130073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4923547110663130073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/11/xiv.html' title='XIV'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-8189804426053887777</id><published>2009-11-13T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:45:45.592-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então deu por si pensando que a sua vida não teria mudado se elas lhe tivessem feito um convite para jogar às cartas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-8189804426053887777?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8189804426053887777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=8189804426053887777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8189804426053887777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/8189804426053887777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/11/xiii.html' title='XIII'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5298433432549093357</id><published>2009-10-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:21:13.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>Coração Fantasma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Avó, o que vês?&lt;br /&gt;A sua resposta veio com a luz da alvorada de um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;– Rosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Raquel Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Destinos, Livro 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5298433432549093357?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5298433432549093357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5298433432549093357' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5298433432549093357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5298433432549093357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/coracao-fantasma.html' title='Coração Fantasma'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2275862739682878789</id><published>2009-10-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:48:04.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>Amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Para sempre, sempre e sempre - murmurou Edward.&lt;br /&gt;- Isso soa-me a algo mais do que perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que demos asas à nossa felicidade, naquele momento pequeno, mas absoluto, da nossa eternidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2275862739682878789?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2275862739682878789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2275862739682878789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2275862739682878789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2275862739682878789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/amanhecer.html' title='Amanhecer'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-1779292537360371086</id><published>2009-10-22T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:44:05.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se o silêncio que agora sentia na minha cabeça perdurasse, nunca mais voltaria. Não seria o primeiro a escolher aquela forma de vida e não a outra. Talvez se corresse o suficiente, se ficasse bem longe, nunca mais teria de ouvir nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forcei as minhas pernas a correr mais depressa, deixando Jacob Black desaparecer atrás de mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-1779292537360371086?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1779292537360371086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=1779292537360371086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1779292537360371086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/1779292537360371086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-7786460125122205856</id><published>2009-10-22T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:50:14.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>Lua Nova</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Era verdade. Edward estava ali, com os braços a envolverem-me.&lt;br /&gt;Seria capaz de enfrentar tudo enquanto isso fosse verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Endireitei os ombros e fui ao encontro do meu fado, com o destino solidamente ao meu lado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-7786460125122205856?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7786460125122205856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=7786460125122205856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/7786460125122205856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/7786460125122205856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/lua-nova.html' title='Lua Nova'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3646095748659798317</id><published>2009-10-21T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:38:27.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephenie Meyer'/><title type='text'>Crepúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Sim, basta - respondeu, sorrindo. - Basta para toda a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Então, inclinou-se para encostar, uma vez mais, os seus lábios frios ao meu pescoço."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3646095748659798317?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3646095748659798317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3646095748659798317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3646095748659798317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3646095748659798317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/crepusculo.html' title='Crepúsculo'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-946460740744286193</id><published>2009-10-21T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:18:34.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olharam para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que não deviam surpreender-se por estarem tão mais à frente no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que qualquer forma, o nosso destino não era o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-946460740744286193?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/946460740744286193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=946460740744286193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/946460740744286193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/946460740744286193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/xii.html' title='XII'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6877474443206395895</id><published>2009-10-14T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:32:01.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suave como uma pena, ela sentou-se no banquinho forrado de veludo encarnado, em frente ao toucador. Olhou o espelho com moldura dourada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não procurou os seus olhos azuis.&lt;br /&gt;A escova desceu lentamente pelos seus cabelos louros e compridos.&lt;br /&gt;E aqueles olhos verdes sorriram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6877474443206395895?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6877474443206395895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6877474443206395895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6877474443206395895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6877474443206395895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/xi.html' title='XI'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2078510630145572295</id><published>2009-10-14T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:30:14.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O relógio tocou a meia-noite. Logo a casa se voltou a afundar no silêncio quente da noite de Verão.&lt;br /&gt;E então o bebé começou a chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2078510630145572295?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2078510630145572295/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2078510630145572295' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2078510630145572295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2078510630145572295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6137412442547600929</id><published>2009-10-14T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T14:26:48.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia o que fazer da vida. Não sabia onde ir.&lt;br /&gt;As pedras iam rolando sob os seus pés enquanto descia a calçada.&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia quando parar. Apenas sabia que tinha de continuar andando.&lt;br /&gt;Algures no mundo, ela estava à sua espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6137412442547600929?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6137412442547600929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6137412442547600929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6137412442547600929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6137412442547600929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/ix.html' title='IX'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6164305457240586801</id><published>2009-10-11T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:50:19.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;– Não pode ser! – disse ela, batendo com o pé como fazia em criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nunca nada era como queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mas não teria chegado ali se assim não fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6164305457240586801?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6164305457240586801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6164305457240586801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6164305457240586801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6164305457240586801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/viii.html' title='VIII'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2736727985328695222</id><published>2009-10-11T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:05:47.309-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a certeza porém quebrada, que ao nascer da alvorada, não serás tu, mas eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2736727985328695222?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2736727985328695222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2736727985328695222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2736727985328695222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2736727985328695222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/vii.html' title='VII'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-612155395487553963</id><published>2009-10-10T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:04:17.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só naquele momento percebeu que, não obstante os motivos ainda lá estarem, ela não mais sentia necessidade de chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-612155395487553963?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/612155395487553963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=612155395487553963' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/612155395487553963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/612155395487553963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/vi.html' title='VI'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-4536926577063195437</id><published>2009-10-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:20:29.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Macedo'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas Coloridas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não se pode dizer que não tenha doído, mas o que conta é o agora, e agora eu sei que aprendi a conjugar a amargura do meu choro com a doçura dos meus olhos verdes, que voltaram a sorrir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Macedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4536926577063195437?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4536926577063195437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4536926577063195437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4536926577063195437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4536926577063195437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/lagrimas-coloridas.html' title='Lágrimas Coloridas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3186569553607582113</id><published>2009-10-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:15:47.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Macedo'/><title type='text'>Sem Pecados na Culpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Agora estou morto, como tu, agora vais encontrar-me aqui estendido no chão, vais ver uma caixa de comprimidos vazia na mesa de cabeceira, e vais ver-me, exactamente, nesta posição, com o lápis a cair-me da mão e as folhas soltas, unidas por uma história que poderia ter sido bonita..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ana Macedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3186569553607582113?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3186569553607582113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3186569553607582113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3186569553607582113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3186569553607582113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-pecados-na-culpa.html' title='Sem Pecados na Culpa'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-4570144295823068513</id><published>2009-10-09T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:08:47.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era assim que eu queria que acabasse esta história.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria escrever “e viveram felizes para sempre”.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como neste mundo não há para sempre, ficaremos com o viveram felizes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-4570144295823068513?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4570144295823068513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=4570144295823068513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4570144295823068513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/4570144295823068513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-2748337199167669332</id><published>2009-10-08T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:16:09.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>Lábios de Sangue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também Dennis se curvou para beijar a fina e delicada mão de porcelana dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O milagre acontecera. Ele transformara ódio em amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destinos, Livro 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-2748337199167669332?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2748337199167669332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=2748337199167669332' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2748337199167669332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/2748337199167669332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/labios-de-sangue.html' title='Lábios de Sangue'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-195445994676999189</id><published>2009-10-08T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:13:56.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>Vozes do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero olhar no fundo dos seus olhos cinzentos e dizer-lhe ao ouvido que não fui só eu que lhe salvei a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele também salvou a minha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Confidente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destinos, Livro 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-195445994676999189?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-6745479450809562756</id><published>2009-10-08T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:11:55.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>Memórias Esquecidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amava Zoe, amá-la-ia sempre, e continuaria a sonhar com o dia em que estariam novamente juntos. Mas sabia que teria de esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voltando costas ao passado, ele avançou em direcção ao futuro com os primeiros passos do resto da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destinos, Livro 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-6745479450809562756?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6745479450809562756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=6745479450809562756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6745479450809562756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/6745479450809562756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/memorias-esquecidas.html' title='Memórias Esquecidas'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5488435588155933330</id><published>2009-10-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T08:09:33.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas de Olhos Negros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dá uma segunda oportunidade à vida e ela dar-te-á uma segunda oportunidade a ti.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;E sob aquele céu azul de início de tarde, o destino vergara-se, rendido ao amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Raquel Neves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Destinos, Livro 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5488435588155933330?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5488435588155933330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5488435588155933330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5488435588155933330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5488435588155933330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/lagrimas-de-olhos-negros.html' title='Lágrimas de Olhos Negros'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5469871061022836242</id><published>2009-10-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:58:55.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='José Saramago'/><title type='text'>Ensaio sobre a Cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mulher do médico levantou-se e foi à janela. Olhou para baixo, para a rua coberta de lixo, para as pessoas que gritavam e cantavam. Depois levantou a cabeça para o céu e viu-o todo branco, Chegou a minha vez, pensou. O medo súbito fê-la baixar os olhos. A cidade ainda ali estava."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;José Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5469871061022836242?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5469871061022836242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5469871061022836242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5469871061022836242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5469871061022836242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/ensaio-sobre-cegueira.html' title='Ensaio sobre a Cegueira'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3550017423379912606</id><published>2009-10-07T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:52:20.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentia que havia contado cada minuto para ali chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, sim, estava em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3550017423379912606?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3550017423379912606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3550017423379912606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3550017423379912606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3550017423379912606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/iv.html' title='IV'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3291241562578379003</id><published>2009-10-07T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:47:44.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho estendia-se sem fim à vista. O primeiro passo sempre era o mais difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirou fundo e avançou com o pé direito, tal como lhe haviam ensinado.&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno chegara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3291241562578379003?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3291241562578379003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3291241562578379003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3291241562578379003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3291241562578379003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/iii.html' title='III'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5787868121040301272</id><published>2009-10-07T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:46:48.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baixei o olhar e atravessei a rua. Se for atropelada, tudo bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não se morre duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5787868121040301272?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5787868121040301272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5787868121040301272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5787868121040301272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5787868121040301272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/ii.html' title='II'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-3822186834818616410</id><published>2009-10-07T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:01:26.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raquel Neves'/><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando caiu a noite, ela despiu-se. Foi até à janela e atirou o vestido branco.&lt;br /&gt;Depois, deitou-se ao lado dele para morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-3822186834818616410?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3822186834818616410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=3822186834818616410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3822186834818616410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/3822186834818616410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-caiu-noite-ela-despiu-se.html' title='I'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5609489633326710463.post-5654363297835555287</id><published>2009-10-07T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:39:19.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Era muito cedo quando as palavras me vieram à cabeça. Três simples frases, como tudo o que fica de um sonho pela madrugada. Eram um final. O final de uma história que ninguém escreveu, que ninguém contou. Uma história a criar, a partir do fim. Não seria para mim uma história feliz, mas eram frases bonitas, palavras bonitas que ficaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;O final, somente o final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoje chegou outra. Bateu à porta sem autorização e entrou. Deixando-a aberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eu sou daquelas pessoas que, se tiverem um livro em papel, lêem as últimas linhas muito antes de chegar ao final. Mas incrivelmente acabo sempre surpreendida quando a realidade é diferente do que eu pensava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Essas frases são para mim tudo num livro. Belas, rematando uma história, impondo um final que só existe no papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Elas não têm de ser a conclusão. Podem antes ser o princípio. Uma história inteira a imaginar, tendo somente como certeza o final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Por algum motivo, esta ideia fascinou-me. Por uma vez, não escrever páginas e páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Apenas o final da história. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5609489633326710463-5654363297835555287?l=nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5654363297835555287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5609489633326710463&amp;postID=5654363297835555287' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5654363297835555287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5609489633326710463/posts/default/5654363297835555287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nofinaldahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/10/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07570055350780133028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wQh1vnXt0cg/TwT0hft_JuI/AAAAAAAABFc/gnbXsjGBRHo/s220/DSC02038.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
