<?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-4234298783737637601</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:19:58.021-04:00</updated><category term='Série Wyndham'/><category term='FAMILHA DONOVAN'/><category term='suspense'/><category term='memes'/><category term='VAMPIROS'/><category term='Série Crepúsculo'/><category term='CASTAS'/><category term='#MENSAGENS'/><category term='TEMA: ANJO'/><category term='tema: magia'/><category term='DARK HUNTER'/><category term='caminhantes fantasmas'/><category term='#CÁRPATOS'/><category term='wulf de Lodres'/><category term='SÉRIE OS HOMENS DE QUANTUN'/><category term='SELOS'/><title type='text'>AVASSALADORA</title><subtitle type='html'>PARA COMPARTILHAR MINHA PAIXÃO POR RAMANCES SOBRENATURAIS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-190632357317891216</id><published>2009-07-19T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:47:04.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>LEMBRE-SE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_1Xq6bdI/AAAAAAAABBU/9qyiA0yB7Sw/s1600-h/9788576872191G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_1Xq6bdI/AAAAAAAABBU/9qyiA0yB7Sw/s320/9788576872191G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360198167620644306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma história de amor que ultrapassa barreiras do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O coração de Clay  LeGrand se despedaçou no dia em que Francesca, sua esposa, desapareceu sem  deixar pistas. Ela tinha fugido? Teria sido seqüestrada? Ou o abandonara por um  amante? Milhares de perguntas surgiram em sua cabeça. Após dois anos de dúvidas  e incertezas, Francesca reaparece tão misteriosamente quanto sumiu. E não  consegue se lembrar de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O olhar de Clay revela todos os seus  sentimentos: choque, ultraje e fúria. Ele custa a acreditar que ela tenha se  esquecido de tudo que aconteceu nos últimos dois anos. Ainda mais quando vê a  estranha tatuagem em seu pescoço e as marcas de agulha no braço. O que restou de  seu casamento tornou-se um círculo infinito de perguntas sem respostas e buracos  negros na memória. Dúvidas que, talvez, nunca sejam esclarecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas as  respostas estão lá, esperando nas sombras, tão cruel quanto o intruso que marcou  Francesca como se fosse sua. E, desta vez, ele planeja levá-la embora para  sempre.&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/4234298783737637601-190632357317891216?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/190632357317891216/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=190632357317891216' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/190632357317891216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/190632357317891216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/lembre-se-de-mim.html' title='LEMBRE-SE DE MIM'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_1Xq6bdI/AAAAAAAABBU/9qyiA0yB7Sw/s72-c/9788576872191G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8599416340312351283</id><published>2009-07-19T11:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:28:12.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>A FLOR DA PELE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_eDg-4QI/AAAAAAAABBM/vi-TlmAhzZU/s1600-h/9788576872146G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360197767073292546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_eDg-4QI/AAAAAAAABBM/vi-TlmAhzZU/s320/9788576872146G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" name="TabDadosProduto1474606"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" align="justify"&gt;&lt;td class="EstDescrProd" valign="top"&gt;Quando o detetive de polícia Danny Huntington é assassinado, Spencer, sua mulher, quer encontrar o assassino a qualquer preço. E a única pessoa que pode ajudá-la a esclarecer o crime é o ex-policial David Delgado, um imigrante cubano, melhor amigo de Danny e ex-namorado de Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que ela está preparada para engolir o orgulho, esquecer o passado e buscar a verdade junto com David? Ou será que fagulhas da antiga paixão se tornaram obstáculos para descobrir por que Danny morreu?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td class="EstMaisInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr align="justify"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-8599416340312351283?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8599416340312351283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8599416340312351283' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8599416340312351283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8599416340312351283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/flor-da-pele.html' title='A FLOR DA PELE'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_eDg-4QI/AAAAAAAABBM/vi-TlmAhzZU/s72-c/9788576872146G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3386685061132374705</id><published>2009-07-19T11:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:26:51.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>A CABANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_Ha6DhJI/AAAAAAAABBE/gMqwxvwGY9Q/s1600-h/9788576870364GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360197378215478418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_Ha6DhJI/AAAAAAAABBE/gMqwxvwGY9Q/s320/9788576870364GG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Tudo o que a expert em finanças Susanna Galway queria era ter uma vida tranqüila e estável. Mas o emprego de Jack, seu marido, tornava seu sonho impossível. Jack era um policial no Texas e a diferença de estilos começou a atrapalhar a união do casal. Susanna decide, então, deixar o Texas para trás ao lado das filhas gêmeas e parte para as montanhas Adirondacks. Lá, sua tranqüilidade pode estar em risco, pois Alice Parker, ex-condenada que tem contas a acertar com Jack, decide procurá-la atrás de vingança. Com um ritmo alucinante, A cabana combina personagens verossímeis com boas doses de ação, suspense e romance.&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/4234298783737637601-3386685061132374705?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3386685061132374705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3386685061132374705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3386685061132374705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3386685061132374705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/cabana.html' title='A CABANA'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM_Ha6DhJI/AAAAAAAABBE/gMqwxvwGY9Q/s72-c/9788576870364GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1002073189159745209</id><published>2009-07-19T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:47:51.501-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Amigas Inseparáveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM-P5jzhmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_Q8dbZQRcgA/s1600-h/9788576872849GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM-P5jzhmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_Q8dbZQRcgA/s320/9788576872849GG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360196424370980450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Espiar o estranho casal de amantes em seu jogo sexual cruel e secreto era o  passatempo de Andie, Julie e Raven, três amigas inseparáveis. Quinze anos após a  morte da Sra. X e do desaparecimento do Sr. X, alguém vigia Andie. De repente,  ela se dá conta de que não sabe quem são Julie e Raven e que a cumplicidade  entre amigas pode ser fatal.&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/4234298783737637601-1002073189159745209?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1002073189159745209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1002073189159745209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1002073189159745209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1002073189159745209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/amigas-inseparaveis.html' title='Amigas Inseparáveis'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM-P5jzhmI/AAAAAAAABA8/_Q8dbZQRcgA/s72-c/9788576872849GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-7638291487437720718</id><published>2009-07-19T11:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:48:06.181-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>OBSESSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM7iQZW1FI/AAAAAAAABA0/swhDmKIgLm4/s1600-h/9788576870203G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM7iQZW1FI/AAAAAAAABA0/swhDmKIgLm4/s320/9788576870203G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360193441203934290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kate e Richard formam um casal perfeito, a não ser pelo fato de não poderem ter  filhos. A adoção é considerada a escolha ideal para a realização de um sonho.  Mas eles acabam abrindo caminho para o pior pesadelo da vida deles. Julianna, a  mãe biológica do bebê adotado, está decidida a eliminar Kate e se tornar a  esposa de Richard. E isso não é tudo: no rastro de Julianna há um assassino  profissional, e ele deseja acertar contas do passado com ela a qualquer custo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-7638291487437720718?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7638291487437720718/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=7638291487437720718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7638291487437720718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7638291487437720718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessao.html' title='OBSESSÃO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM7iQZW1FI/AAAAAAAABA0/swhDmKIgLm4/s72-c/9788576870203G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4635804383611670965</id><published>2009-07-19T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:48:21.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>VERTIGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM661rqlHI/AAAAAAAABAs/rcQrUNoFSL0/s1600-h/9788576870692G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM661rqlHI/AAAAAAAABAs/rcQrUNoFSL0/s320/9788576870692G.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360192764018070642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aos 13 anos de idade, Harlow Anastasia Grail, considerada uma das “princesas de  Hollywood”, sobreviveu a um terrível seqüestro que a deixou traumatizada e com  uma terrível lembrança: a mutilação de seu dedo mínino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vinte e três  anos depois, Harlow deu uma guinada na vida. Mudou-se para Nova Orleans,  tornou-se escritora de thrillers e trocou sua identidade para Anna North.  Finalmente, passou a se sentir segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quando Anna começa a receber  cartas de uma leitora de 11 anos, aparentemente em uma situação de perigo, sua  vida não é mais a mesma. Eventos aterrorizantes começam a preencher seus dias e  noites, e um pesadelo insuportável, que ela pensava ter superado há muito tempo,  retorna com toda a força.&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/4234298783737637601-4635804383611670965?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4635804383611670965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4635804383611670965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4635804383611670965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4635804383611670965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/vertigem.html' title='VERTIGEM'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM661rqlHI/AAAAAAAABAs/rcQrUNoFSL0/s72-c/9788576870692G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-926227237331024932</id><published>2009-07-19T11:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T11:48:39.027-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEMA: ANJO'/><title type='text'>ANJO DA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM4VOW_sqI/AAAAAAAABAk/1A4EIUGHCPU/s1600-h/bi0879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM4VOW_sqI/AAAAAAAABAk/1A4EIUGHCPU/s320/bi0879.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360189918783976098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma tentação  proibida.&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo eterno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Blackthorne viaja para a África a  fim de dar continuidade à guerra global contra o terror paranormal, longe de  imaginar que teria de se confrontar com a voluntariosa Kess Goodall. Envolvida  em sua própria missão para desvendar um segredo mortal que matou milhões de  pessoas em Mallaruza, Kess não consegue ignorar Simon, cuja presença a distrai  de seu objetivo e cujo toque a leva à beira de um abismo de prazer. Agora, num  cenário de indescritível beleza e de violência inimaginável, com o perigo  espreitando em cada sombra e em cada canto, uma mulher corajosa e um bruxo  indomável, enfrentam uma força malévola mais assustadora do que qualquer um dos  dois poderia imaginar. Kess e Simon precisam unir-se contra um inimigo poderoso  e maligno, antes que Mallaruza se renda ao domínio do terror e o mundo se perca  para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-926227237331024932?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/926227237331024932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=926227237331024932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/926227237331024932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/926227237331024932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/07/anjo-da-noite.html' title='ANJO DA NOITE'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmM4VOW_sqI/AAAAAAAABAk/1A4EIUGHCPU/s72-c/bi0879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4521763400685522183</id><published>2009-06-11T09:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:33:02.218-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Pecados Mortais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEHP_8ollI/AAAAAAAABAU/Y9dYkNNT1fg/s1600-h/9788576870814GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346062204110673490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEHP_8ollI/AAAAAAAABAU/Y9dYkNNT1fg/s320/9788576870814GG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pecados Mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma confissão no corredor da morte. Um padre atormentado por um segredo macabro. Crimes que continuam acontecendo mesmo após a execução do culpado. Um xerife de cidade pequena cara a cara com a investigação mais importante da sua carreira. Uma agente do FBI aterrorizada pelas memórias do caso mais terrível de sua vida. Conspirações que mantêm o verdadeiro assassino em liberdade. Em Pecados Mortais, Alex Kava cria um enredo de suspense com viradas surpreendentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4521763400685522183?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4521763400685522183/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4521763400685522183' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4521763400685522183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4521763400685522183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/pecados-mortais.html' title='Pecados Mortais'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEHP_8ollI/AAAAAAAABAU/Y9dYkNNT1fg/s72-c/9788576870814GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5247816948884676930</id><published>2009-06-11T09:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:29:29.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>O Complô</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGdxzm1bI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZMD-JVHPeF0/s1600-h/9788576870265GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346061341321254322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGdxzm1bI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZMD-JVHPeF0/s320/9788576870265GG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Complô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sheila Warren desaparece misteriosamente. Considerando sua relação com as drogas e com o submundo, isso não é surpresa para ninguém. Mas sua amiga Kelsey Cunningham decide iniciar uma investigação por conta própria. A única pessoa que pode lhe fornecer informações seguras é o detetive Dane Whitelaw, ex-amante de Sheila e um homem por quem Kelsey já fora apaixonada. E só ele sabe que Sheila está morta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-5247816948884676930?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5247816948884676930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5247816948884676930' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5247816948884676930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5247816948884676930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-complo.html' title='O Complô'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGdxzm1bI/AAAAAAAABAM/ZMD-JVHPeF0/s72-c/9788576870265GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4588228064419798974</id><published>2009-06-11T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:27:31.645-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Retrato Macabro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGCcnytxI/AAAAAAAABAE/ahUTPgslBkM/s1600-h/9788576870746GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060871778088722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGCcnytxI/AAAAAAAABAE/ahUTPgslBkM/s320/9788576870746GG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Retrato Macabro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A artista forense Ashley Montagne e o detetive Jake Dilesio unem forças na tentativa de desvendarem mistérios que envolvem um assassino serial colocado atrás das grades há cinco anos e um bizarro culto realizado no Parque Nacional Everglades, em Miami. Tudo começa quando Ashely, ao viajar a passeio, vê um corpo na estrada e, de relance, percebe a presença de uma estranha figura encapuzada. Apesar de parecer apenas mais um caso de bêbado atropelado, ao desenhar a cena mais tarde, sua memória fotográfica revela que a pessoa acidentada é na verdade, um amigo. Ao mesmo tempo, outro crime acontece no coração do Everglades. O cadáver de uma mulher é encontrado, e Jake teme não ter resolvido por inteiro um caso que acreditava fechado há cinco anos, com a condenação de Peter Bordon, líder de uma seita acusado de crimes hediondos. O pesadelo parece ter se tornado realidade outra vez, pois o corpo traz as mesmas marcas das vítimas de Bordon: orelhas mutiladas.A intromissão de Ashley no caso do corpo encont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4588228064419798974?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4588228064419798974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4588228064419798974' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4588228064419798974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4588228064419798974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/retrato-macabro.html' title='Retrato Macabro'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEGCcnytxI/AAAAAAAABAE/ahUTPgslBkM/s72-c/9788576870746GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5640176243565632500</id><published>2009-06-11T09:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:25:21.143-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspense'/><title type='text'>Escolha Fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEFcCV2NQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/M7yFiZ9LQu8/s1600-h/9788576873006GG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060211888469250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEFcCV2NQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/M7yFiZ9LQu8/s320/9788576873006GG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Escolha Fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A única maneira de Jennifer se libertar da enorme dor da perda do marido e dos filhos em um acidente de avião era ela mesma morrer. Por isso, decide contratar o seu próprio assassino. Mas Jennifer descobre que o avião tinha sido sabotado, e que ela era o alvo. Agora, mais do que nunca, Jennifer encontra um bom motivo para viver. E sua sede é de vingança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-5640176243565632500?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5640176243565632500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5640176243565632500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5640176243565632500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5640176243565632500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/escolha-fatal.html' title='Escolha Fatal'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEFcCV2NQI/AAAAAAAAA_8/M7yFiZ9LQu8/s72-c/9788576873006GG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6307067469105407173</id><published>2009-06-11T09:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:09:56.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTAS'/><title type='text'>O Homem Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBt_xC9pI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C5QULLVjb98/s1600-h/Felinos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346056122388379282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBt_xC9pI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C5QULLVjb98/s320/Felinos2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Homem Interior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O homem que ama é de uma das raças de felinos genéticamente alteradas que chocou o mundo com sua presença. É igualmente seu companheiro. A marca em sua garganta atesta isso. O fogo que reage em seu coração e em seu corpo prova-o mais. Mas ele não há queria então; realmente a queria agora? O engano e a perfídia, carregados no passado, assombram agora o presente enquanto Taber e Roni lutam para fazer o sentido de uma ligação repentina. O acoplamento do coração, do corpo e da alma como o homem e a besta dentro da fusão; lutando as forças que regem de encontro à união e ao domínio sobre a mulher que reivindicou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6307067469105407173?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6307067469105407173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6307067469105407173' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6307067469105407173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6307067469105407173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-homem-interior.html' title='O Homem Interior'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBt_xC9pI/AAAAAAAAA_0/C5QULLVjb98/s72-c/Felinos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6934071659336554462</id><published>2009-06-11T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:06:44.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Em Seus Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBMqCU9tI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VRoTI-NAWW4/s1600-h/Highlanders%252008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346055549619599058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBMqCU9tI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VRoTI-NAWW4/s320/Highlanders%252008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em Seus Sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jane Sillee, uma aspirante a escritora de novelas românticas, estava completamente apaixonada por seu homem imaginário, aquele ardente e robusto Highlander, que passou anos aparecendo em seus sonhos e que inspirou seus sensuais vôos de fantasia literária.Mas foi mais que sua imaginação o que conjurou à tapeçaria brilhantemente tecida que luzia o vivo retrato de seu magnificamente arrogante guerreiro. Foi mais que um sonho o que a transportou à Escócia medieval para romper um feitiço maligno. E foi mais que o que ela poderia dirigir quando se encontrou rodeada pelos musculosos braços de Aedan MacKinnon, quem tinha suas próprias fantasias que cumprir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6934071659336554462?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6934071659336554462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6934071659336554462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6934071659336554462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6934071659336554462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/em-seus-sonhos.html' title='Em Seus Sonhos'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjEBMqCU9tI/AAAAAAAAA_s/VRoTI-NAWW4/s72-c/Highlanders%252008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4158144350197267100</id><published>2009-06-11T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:05:08.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Feitiço do Guerreiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_0k2sPhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PlQDBiesx-g/s1600-h/Highlanders7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346054036400127506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_0k2sPhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PlQDBiesx-g/s320/Highlanders7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Feitiço do Guerreiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JESSI encontra-se de repente a alguns passos de confrontar um macho alfa insaciável. O herdeiro da magia misteriosa de seus antepassados Druidas, há onze séculos Cian MacKeltar foi preso dentro do vidro escuro, um objeto de poder indizível. Quando o vidro escuro é roubado, um inimigo antigo tentará recuperá-lo, destruindo tudo em seu interior. Para JESSI, o deus do sexo no espelho é tentadoramente e oferece sua proteção, exatamente o que JESSI precsa. E tudo que quer em troca é o prazer requintado de compartilhar sua cama. Contudo mesmo com Cian preso a fome insaciável dele começa a trabalhar sua mágica escura em JESSI, seu inimigo antigo está a ponto de obter o final e o mais perigoso artigo, é preciso para-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4158144350197267100?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4158144350197267100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4158144350197267100' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4158144350197267100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4158144350197267100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-feitico-do-guerreiro.html' title='O Feitiço do Guerreiro'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_0k2sPhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PlQDBiesx-g/s72-c/Highlanders7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3679414960091759850</id><published>2009-06-11T08:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:58:33.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Highlander Imortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_H-BJwhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Ok1X79QnYUI/s1600-h/Highlanders6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346053270060778002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_H-BJwhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Ok1X79QnYUI/s320/Highlanders6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Highlander Imortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entre em um mundo da sedução intemporal, da paixão antiga, da intriga e dos dias modernos. Entre no mundo de brilho de Karen Marie Moning, cujo escocês das novelas cativaram leitores, medindo os continentes e os séculos, trazendo a Scotland antiga à vida.BEWARE: o macho alfa letal sedutor da força imensa e do eroticism escuro, não o olha. Não toque nele. Não seja tentada. Não seja seduzida. Com seu longo cabelo preto e os olhos escuros, fascinante, importante imortal, arrogante, e intensamente sensual, é um sedutor consumado, livre para vagar através do tempo e dos continentes na perseguição de seus desejos insaciáveis. Isto é, até que uma praga tira sua imortalidade e deixa-o invisível, um destino cruel para um homem tão irresistível. Com sua vida em jogo, a esperança de Adam sobreviver está nas mãos da uma mulher que pode realmente o ver. A estudante de Direito Gabrielle O' Callaghan, é amaldiçoada com a habilidade de ver ambos os mundos: Mortal e país das fadas. No momento que coloca os olhos naquele macho impressionante e loquaz, está certa de uma coisa: Poderia ser seu homem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4234298783737637601-3679414960091759850?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3679414960091759850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3679414960091759850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3679414960091759850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3679414960091759850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-highlander-imortal.html' title='O Highlander Imortal'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD_H-BJwhI/AAAAAAAAA_c/Ok1X79QnYUI/s72-c/Highlanders6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1898827511010174191</id><published>2009-06-11T08:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:56:25.283-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Highlander Escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-wX3dc4I/AAAAAAAAA_U/K_8UP2rH5vU/s1600-h/Highlanders5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346052864682587010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-wX3dc4I/AAAAAAAAA_U/K_8UP2rH5vU/s320/Highlanders5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Highlander Escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viaje ao mundo do escocês escuro. Entrecruzando os continentes e os séculos, uma novela tão emocionante como é sensual, uma aventura de eletrizante que vai te deixar sem fôlego…. Eu sou Dageus MacKeltar, um homem com uma boa consciência e o mau comportamento, conduzido para satisfazer meus desejos mais escuros… De seu apartamento de luxo elevado acima de Manhattan, Dageus olha para uma cidade brilhante que chama à escuridão dentro dele. No século onze Scot está preso entre mundos, está lutando uma batalha perdedora com os treze Druidas que possuem sua alma, condenando o a uma eternidade de perseguição sexual. Quando Chloe Zanders, estudante de antiguidade, é retrada de seu mundo, encontra o macho alfa insaciável, uma atração irresistível. Em breve, é alcançada por uma profecia antiga que a leva de novo no tempo a Scotland medieval. Mergulhado em um mundo de magia intemporal e de sedução escura, enfrentará logo o desafio de uma vida: lutando treze espírito maus pelo coração de um homem irresistível….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-1898827511010174191?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1898827511010174191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1898827511010174191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1898827511010174191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1898827511010174191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-highlander-escuro.html' title='O Highlander Escuro'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-wX3dc4I/AAAAAAAAA_U/K_8UP2rH5vU/s72-c/Highlanders5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2323061409345217197</id><published>2009-06-11T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:54:45.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Beijo do Highlander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Z8-88PI/AAAAAAAAA_M/5W9HEghHV6w/s1600-h/Highlanders4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346052479509131506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Z8-88PI/AAAAAAAAA_M/5W9HEghHV6w/s320/Highlanders4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Beijo do Highlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exausta do trabalho e saturada do quotidiano, Gwen Cassidy decide marcar uma viagem à Europa. O destino escolhido são as verdes Highlands da Escócia. Mas a esperança de encontrar o homem dos seus sonhos desvanece quando percebe que a sua fantástica viagem é afinal uma excursão de idosos. Frustrada, decide deambular sozinha pelas colinas de Loch Ness, onde acaba por escorregar e cair numa caverna há muito abandonada.Nessa caverna, jaz Drustan Mackeltar, um lorde escocês adormecido por um feitiço há quinhentos anos, que começa a desenvolver um sentimento controverso pela fascinante personalidade de Gwen. Irreverente e impulsiva, ela não é nada como as mulheres que se cruzaram na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2323061409345217197?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2323061409345217197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2323061409345217197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2323061409345217197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2323061409345217197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-beijo-do-highlander.html' title='O Beijo do Highlander'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Z8-88PI/AAAAAAAAA_M/5W9HEghHV6w/s72-c/Highlanders4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-344727619831015681</id><published>2009-06-11T08:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:53:22.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Toque de um Highlander</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Gd5XXEI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BenABvMmOcY/s1600-h/Highlanders3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346052144746683458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Gd5XXEI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BenABvMmOcY/s320/Highlanders3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Toque de um Highlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era um guerreiro escocês poderoso que vivia em um mundo limitado por leis antigas e pela mágica intemporal. Mas nenhum poder imortal poderia preparar o latifundiário do castelo Brodie para o maldito encantador que estêve antes dele. Um truque terrível do destino tinha-lhe mandado 700 anos para trás no tempo e em sua câmara confidencial para tentá-lo com a beleza dela e para seduzi-lo com um desejo que poderia nunca se cumprir. Uma mulher travou nas névoas do tempo Quando Lisa sentiu a terra se mover sob seus pés, a mulher de 21 anos ferozmente independente nunca sonhou que estava caindo… em um outro século. Mas o guerreiro poderoso, despido que teve pena dela era demasiado real… e perigosamente desperto. Irresistìvel pôde até ser, mas Lisa não teve nenhuma intenção de permanecer nesta terra selvagem rasgada pela perfídia e pela guerra. Como poderia saber que seu captor sedutor tinha outros planos para ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-344727619831015681?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/344727619831015681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=344727619831015681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/344727619831015681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/344727619831015681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-toque-de-um-highlander.html' title='O Toque de um Highlander'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD-Gd5XXEI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BenABvMmOcY/s72-c/Highlanders3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2945259230075212124</id><published>2009-06-11T08:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:51:58.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Como Seduzir Um Guerreiro Highlander</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD9wF1VNoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/igp1Jp1SzQM/s1600-h/Highlanders2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346051760330192514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD9wF1VNoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/igp1Jp1SzQM/s320/Highlanders2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Como Seduzir Um Guerreiro Highlander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Era nascido em um clã de guerreiros com força sobrenatural, mas Gavrael McIllioch abandonou seu nome e seu castelo nas montanhas, determinado a escapar do destino escuro de seus antepassados. Escondendo sua identidade do implacável clã rival que o caçou, chamou-se Grimm para proteger os povos que se importou com ele, jurando nunca reconhecer seu amor para St. Clair de Jillian. Contudo mesmo longe prestou atenção nela, e quando seu pai emitiu uma intimação urgente, o " Vinde para Jillian, " O vencedor da competição ganhará a mão dela em casamento. Por que seu pai ofereceu a própria filha como prêmio em um jogo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4234298783737637601-2945259230075212124?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2945259230075212124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2945259230075212124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2945259230075212124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2945259230075212124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-seduzir-um-guerreiro-highlander.html' title='Como Seduzir Um Guerreiro Highlander'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD9wF1VNoI/AAAAAAAAA-8/igp1Jp1SzQM/s72-c/Highlanders2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3464243835198236251</id><published>2009-06-11T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:50:18.519-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Além do Nevoeiro das Highlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD88J4iMbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NMhrzTGkhA0/s1600-h/Highlanders1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346050868064170418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD88J4iMbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NMhrzTGkhA0/s320/Highlanders1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Além do Nevoeiro das Highlands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venderia sua alma de guerreiro para possui-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foi conhecido por todo o reino como o falcão, um predador legendário no campo de batalha. Nenhuma mulher poderia recusar seu toque, mas nenhuma mulher nunca fez seu coração bater mais forte, até que uma fada vingativa caísse. Adrienne de Simone fora dos dias atuais - de Seattle a Scotland medieval. Cativa em um século que não era o seu, era um desafio irresistível ao trapaceiro do décimo século. Forçada a uma união com falcão, Adrienne jurou mantê-lo longe, mas sua sedução doce abalou sua resolução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-3464243835198236251?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3464243835198236251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3464243835198236251' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3464243835198236251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3464243835198236251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/alem-do-nevoeiro-das-highlands.html' title='Além do Nevoeiro das Highlands'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD88J4iMbI/AAAAAAAAA-0/NMhrzTGkhA0/s72-c/Highlanders1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-101908502732476641</id><published>2009-06-11T08:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:45:19.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Paixão Perigosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD8G6KJn-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/omE1Ms37krI/s1600-h/PAIXO%25~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346049953310023650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD8G6KJn-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/omE1Ms37krI/s320/PAIXO%25~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;Paixão Perigosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Entre o presente e o futuro existe um pouco de magia para ser vivida!Num minuto Marina ganha um amuleto de amor. No outro, seu noivo está rompendo o compromisso... Por telefone! A visita ã casa da família na Virgínia ainda pode piorar? Só havia um consolo: Sam O'Neal, seu melhor amigo do passado, estava ali para apoiá-la. Mas desde quando ele se tornara tão perigosamente encantador?Sam sabia que Marina ainda sofria pelo noivo, mas isso não o impediu de deixar-se envolver por seu encanto. O problema era que a sonolenta cidade de Schomberg era o último lugar no mundo em que uma garota amante das grandes cidades como Marina desejava estar. A menos que pudesse se convencer de que lar é onde está o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-101908502732476641?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/101908502732476641/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=101908502732476641' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/101908502732476641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/101908502732476641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/06/paixao-perigosa.html' title='Paixão Perigosa'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SjD8G6KJn-I/AAAAAAAAA-s/omE1Ms37krI/s72-c/PAIXO%25~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1141181250595616824</id><published>2009-04-30T17:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:53:48.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>SOBRAS DO PECADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SfodZFUbmJI/AAAAAAAAA98/lrv0MKuJdHs/s1600-h/bia860c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SfodZFUbmJI/AAAAAAAAA98/lrv0MKuJdHs/s320/bia860c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330605425708210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOBRAS DO PECADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Apesar de sua linhagem pura e exótica beleza, Amelia Hadwell não está interessada nos apelos da sociedade. A única preocupação de Amelia é seu irmão William, cujo estranho comportamento deixou a família convencida de que ele é louco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Por isso ela fica horrorizada ao descobrir que seu vizinho, Drake Ramone, está convencido de que William é o responsável pela chocante série de assassinatos que está aterrorizando os moradores de um bairro de Londres. Desesperada para proteger o irmão, Amelia aceita a o oferecimento de ajuda de Sebastian St. Ives, um pesquisador recluso que conquistou a simpatia de William. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Atraída por aquele homem misterioso, Amelia fica atônita quando ele revela o inquietante motivo do real interesse de Drake por William, bem como o perigoso poder atribuído a um amuleto que foi parar nas mãos dela. Para Amelia, porém, nada é mais mortificante do que o fato de, mesmo sabendo que Sebastian pertence a um mundo desconhecido, um beijo ter sido suficiente para que ela entregasse o coração...&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/4234298783737637601-1141181250595616824?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1141181250595616824/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1141181250595616824' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1141181250595616824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1141181250595616824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/04/sobras-do-pecado.html' title='SOBRAS DO PECADO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SfodZFUbmJI/AAAAAAAAA98/lrv0MKuJdHs/s72-c/bia860c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1506868194920305002</id><published>2009-03-25T11:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:46:51.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SELOS'/><title type='text'>MEUS SELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;SELINHOS QUE GANHEI DO LIVROS ROMANTICOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJBuoOcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZSFvjqQ2BWM/s1600-h/3SELO_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BRIGADINHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJ5NT9rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QEU--XHDQgQ/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150440969991858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJ5NT9rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QEU--XHDQgQ/s320/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJqmRBPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/GLpLf7Q8Qyk/s1600-h/blogdeouro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150437048124658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJqmRBPI/AAAAAAAAA7A/GLpLf7Q8Qyk/s320/blogdeouro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJphZgXI/AAAAAAAAA64/OACvqZpeVb8/s1600-h/roxxie-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150436759273842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJphZgXI/AAAAAAAAA64/OACvqZpeVb8/s320/roxxie-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJTobSLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MNda70L4miY/s1600-h/TROFEUQUEGANHEIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150430883170482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJTobSLI/AAAAAAAAA6w/MNda70L4miY/s320/TROFEUQUEGANHEIR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4234298783737637601-1506868194920305002?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1506868194920305002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1506868194920305002' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1506868194920305002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1506868194920305002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/meus-selos.html' title='MEUS SELOS'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScpQJ5NT9rI/AAAAAAAAA7I/QEU--XHDQgQ/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8277310348594283560</id><published>2009-03-23T15:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:53:22.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'>MEME DO LIVROS ROMÂNTICOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScfgpmyR8zI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Rm2MZPX_zoA/s1600-h/selinho+literatura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316464890524857138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScfgpmyR8zI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Rm2MZPX_zoA/s320/selinho+literatura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Esse meme  ganhei do livros românticos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;brigadinha Raíssa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Escrever uma lista com 8 coisas características suas (personalidade).&lt;br /&gt;* Convidar 8 parceiros(as) de blogs amigos para responder....* Comentar no blog de quem nos convidou.* Comentar no blog dos nossos(as) convidados(as), para que saibam da “convocação”...* Mencionar as regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vamos ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou uma pessoa tranquila,companheira mas as vezes tenho q reconhecer q poso ser estremamente chata.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou muito estrovertida, faço amigos com muita facilidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;adoro ficar em casa em dia de chuva vendo filmes e tomando um bom chocolate quente ler então nem se fala né kkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posso parecer metida a primeira vista, mais depois q a pessoa me conhece bem ve q é só fachada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amo de paixão negros altos e fortes esse é meu maior ponto fraco.não poso ver um q fico toda arepiada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;não sou muito de ficar esperendo as coisas acontecerem,vou logo atraz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;amo minhas amigas e elas sabém q cada uma delas tem um quantinho no meu coração e podem contar com migo pro que der e vier.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meu filho é meu mundo. meu bebê lindo &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Repassando para:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cansada de ser boazinha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romanceteca&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romances com temas sobrenaturais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aventuras de uma leitora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nossos romances&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Romances sobrenaturais !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Senhor, estarei te irritando...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ìdia manauara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-8277310348594283560?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8277310348594283560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8277310348594283560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8277310348594283560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8277310348594283560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/meme-do-livros-romanticos.html' title='MEME DO LIVROS ROMÂNTICOS'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/ScfgpmyR8zI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Rm2MZPX_zoA/s72-c/selinho+literatura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2615578415400120362</id><published>2009-03-05T15:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:32:58.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAoYplMKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/F41SM62fPzU/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+[ASAS+DA+NOITE]+-+12+-+O+Principe+do+Crepusculo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788364613626674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAoYplMKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/F41SM62fPzU/s320/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+12+-+O+Principe+do+Crepusculo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O PRÍNCIPE DO CREPÚSCULO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ASAS DA NOITE, 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maggie Shayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Vlad Dracul era mais velho que sua própria lenda, pois levava séculos atravessando a terra em busca da reencarnação de sua esposa, Elisabeta. Agora, acreditava ter encontrado a quem abrigava a alma de sua amada, e desejava fazê-la sua para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Tempest Jones era mortal, mas fazia muito que sentia que havia algo dentro dela tentando controlá-la, uma sensação que se fazia mais intensa quando estava perto daquele sombrio príncipe. Ao mesmo tempo em que negava a paixão que a atraía para ele, Stormy resistia que Elisabeta se apoderasse de sua mente e de seu corpo para estar com Vlad.&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos de Vlad por Stormy desencadearam em Elisabeta uma ira incontrolável. Exigia alcançar seu destino e ameaçava destruir a sua rival, deixando Vlad com a angústia de saber o que poderia ser. Agora só ele poderia escolher quem viveria e quem morreria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2615578415400120362?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2615578415400120362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2615578415400120362' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2615578415400120362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2615578415400120362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n-12.html' title='asas da noite nº 12'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAoYplMKzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/F41SM62fPzU/s72-c/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+12+-+O+Principe+do+Crepusculo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6260485236930896826</id><published>2009-03-05T15:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:30:27.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº 09 Fuga no Crepúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAnV9llpyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmFKtiF02ok/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+09+-+Fuga+no+crep%C3%BAsculo+(revisado+_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309787218932770594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAnV9llpyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmFKtiF02ok/s320/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B09%2B-%2BFuga%2Bno%2Bcrep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B(revisado%2B_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maggie Shayne&lt;br /&gt;Fuga no Crepúsculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asas da noite 09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um assassino em série que atua sob a luz da lua cheia, tinha feito de Mary McLean seu seguinte objetivo. Ela sabe que deve ser cautelosa, porém não pode ficar longe de Michael Gray, um homem misterioso com um segredo sobrenatural.&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele irá protegê-la? Ou será que ele é o verdadeiro perigo?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6260485236930896826?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6260485236930896826/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6260485236930896826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6260485236930896826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6260485236930896826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n-09-fuga-no-crepusculo.html' title='asas da noite nº 09 Fuga no Crepúsculo'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAnV9llpyI/AAAAAAAAA4c/bmFKtiF02ok/s72-c/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B09%2B-%2BFuga%2Bno%2Bcrep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B(revisado%2B_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-836141950543787584</id><published>2009-03-05T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:25:18.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº 08  O abraço  do Crepúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAmRUKfNXI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oSaXuvNzCdA/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+08+-+O+abra%C3%A7o+do+crep%C3%BAsculo+(revis_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309786039582143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAmRUKfNXI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oSaXuvNzCdA/s320/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B08%2B-%2BO%2Babra%25C3%25A7o%2Bdo%2Bcrep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B(revis_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“O Abraço do Crepúsculo”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maggie Shayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;asas da noite 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sarafina era uma criatura da noite sedenta de vingança. Tratava de não recordar o tempo em que tinha conhecido o amor... Antes de sofrer a maldição de seu sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Seduzia os homens por diversão, mas nunca procurava algo duradouro. Quando viu Willem Stone naquele bar pensou imediatamente que queria fazê-lo seu para saciar suas ânsias. O poder e a força que desprendia daquele homem a excitavam, mas Will era muito mais do que ela imaginava.&lt;br /&gt;Era um homem com uma coragem quase desumana. Estava tão vivo quanto ela... Mas ele era mortal... E irresistível.&lt;br /&gt;O desejo iria levá-los a um mundo onde perigosos intrusos se divertiam jogando com os Imortais. Ali, Sarafina e Will se viram obrigados a enfrentar uma força mais forte que nenhuma outra: a do amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-836141950543787584?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/836141950543787584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=836141950543787584' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/836141950543787584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/836141950543787584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n-08-o-abraco-do.html' title='asas da noite nº 08  O abraço  do Crepúsculo'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAmRUKfNXI/AAAAAAAAA4U/oSaXuvNzCdA/s72-c/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B08%2B-%2BO%2Babra%25C3%25A7o%2Bdo%2Bcrep%25C3%25BAsculo%2B(revis_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1836312098819800108</id><published>2009-03-05T15:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:20:22.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº 07 sombras na noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAlg2wW3cI/AAAAAAAAA4M/X-xvqIMTaUw/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+[ASAS+DA+NOITE]+-+07+-++Sombras+na+Noite+(Twilight+H_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309785207054196162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAlg2wW3cI/AAAAAAAAA4M/X-xvqIMTaUw/s320/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+07+-++Sombras+na+Noite+(Twilight+H_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie Shayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serie Asas da Noite 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombras na Noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Era o desejo de qualquer mulher, entretanto seguia sozinho. Seu mundo estava cheio de segredos e solidão, escuridão e perigos. Mas então uma mulher encontrou seu diário e começou a desvendar seus segredos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a roteirista Morgan Da Silva descobriu aqueles velhos diários, ficou apanhada pelo sedutor mundo de um homem morto que acreditava ser um vampiro. E embora a história a tivesse tornado rica e famosa, ela sentia que estava se consumindo por dentro. De noite sonhava com ele, suas fantasias eram tão reais que podia ver as marcas que lhe deixava no pescoço e sentir o sangue emanando de seu corpo. Tudo parecia tão real...&lt;br /&gt;Ele ia a ela de noite. Observava-a. Desejava-a.&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que com um beijo poderia salvar-la da maldição de seu destino e dos inimigos que espreitavam a ambos. Mas para salvá-la, teria que lhe confiar sua vida, seu amor… e sua imortalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-1836312098819800108?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1836312098819800108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1836312098819800108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1836312098819800108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1836312098819800108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n-07-sombras-na-noite.html' title='asas da noite nº 07 sombras na noite'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAlg2wW3cI/AAAAAAAAA4M/X-xvqIMTaUw/s72-c/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+07+-++Sombras+na+Noite+(Twilight+H_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4472131931862412543</id><published>2009-03-05T15:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:17:53.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº 6 promessas ao anoitecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAkTRrOwBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/t5WlBAzZX0o/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+[ASAS+DA+NOITE]+-+06+-+Promessas+ao+anoitecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309783874250653714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAkTRrOwBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/t5WlBAzZX0o/s320/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+06+-+Promessas+ao+anoitecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promessas ao anoitecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maggie shayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asas da noite 06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Donovan O´Roark é um vampiro solitário e atormentado, pela traição de sua gente, sua família e sua cidade, e pela perda do único amigo que havia conhecido, assassinado pela traição da mulher amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rachel Sullivan é uma irlandesa que volta para casa depois de  estudar nos Estados Unidos, para elaborar sua tese sobre uma antiga lenda local, que fala de um monstro, um vampiro. Porém ela, desde pequena, não compartilha a visão dos que a rodeiam, enamorando-se desse misterioso personagem,  que ela considera seu protetor.&lt;br /&gt;Donovan regressa a seu castelo na cidade de seus ancestrais, sentindo seus temores, empurrado pelo desejo de rever aquela pequena convertida em uma total mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4472131931862412543?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4472131931862412543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4472131931862412543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4472131931862412543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4472131931862412543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n-6-promessas-ao.html' title='asas da noite nº 6 promessas ao anoitecer'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAkTRrOwBI/AAAAAAAAA4E/t5WlBAzZX0o/s72-c/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+06+-+Promessas+ao+anoitecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4703392923156300323</id><published>2009-03-05T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T15:12:04.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>asas da noite nº3   Ilusões ao anoitecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAjJjfJsfI/AAAAAAAAA38/WQ2Mu_w1W-I/s1600-h/Maggie+Shayne+-+%5BASAS+DA+NOITE%5D+-+03+-+Ilus%C3%B5es+ao+Anoitecer+(Twiligh_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309782607721509362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAjJjfJsfI/AAAAAAAAA38/WQ2Mu_w1W-I/s320/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B03%2B-%2BIlus%25C3%25B5es%2Bao%2BAnoitecer%2B(Twiligh_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maggie Shayne&lt;br /&gt;Asas da noite 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ilusões ao anoitecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;      Durante séculos, a solidão os acompanhou do anoitecer à aurora. Mas da escuridão surgiu à luz da vida eterna... Do amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Damien era o mais perigoso da estirpe dos malditos, mas seu oculto poder ancestral estava em perigo por culpa de uma terrível debilidade: a paixão que sentia por uma mulher de carne e osso, uma mortal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4703392923156300323?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4703392923156300323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4703392923156300323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4703392923156300323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4703392923156300323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/asas-da-noite-n3-ilusoes-ao-anoitecer.html' title='asas da noite nº3   Ilusões ao anoitecer'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SbAjJjfJsfI/AAAAAAAAA38/WQ2Mu_w1W-I/s72-c/Maggie%2BShayne%2B-%2B%255BASAS%2BDA%2BNOITE%255D%2B-%2B03%2B-%2BIlus%25C3%25B5es%2Bao%2BAnoitecer%2B(Twiligh_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6358622303642314188</id><published>2009-03-04T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:19:14.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>Uma Fome Como Nenhuma Outra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7uqkE4s0I/AAAAAAAAA2U/rU9NGeUjt_M/s1600-h/SrieImortaisDepoisdoAnoitecer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309443425722479426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7uqkE4s0I/AAAAAAAAA2U/rU9NGeUjt_M/s320/SrieImortaisDepoisdoAnoitecer01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma Fome Como Nenhuma Outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um mítico guerreiro que não se deterá diante de nada para possuí-la... Depois dos perduráveis anos de tortura por parte de uma horda de vampiros, Lachlain MacRieve, o líder do clã Lykae, enfurece-se ao descobrir que a companheira predestinada que esperou durante milhares de anos é um vampiro. Ou o é parcialmente. Emmaline é pequena, etérea, metade vampiro metade Valquíria, e de algum modo começa a aplacar a fúria que arde dentro dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma mulher vampiro apanhada por sua fantasia mais selvagem...A protegida Emmaline Troy finalmente sai para descobrir a verdade a respeito de seus defuntos pais... até que um capitalista Lykae a reclama como sua companheira e a obriga a voltar para seu ancestral castelo escocês. Ali, seu medo pelo Lykae e seus famosos desejos obscuros diminui quando ele inicia uma lenta e perigosa sedução para saciar os obscuros desejos femininos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6358622303642314188?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6358622303642314188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6358622303642314188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6358622303642314188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6358622303642314188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-fome-como-nenhuma-outra.html' title='Uma Fome Como Nenhuma Outra'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7uqkE4s0I/AAAAAAAAA2U/rU9NGeUjt_M/s72-c/SrieImortaisDepoisdoAnoitecer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8517483235353675646</id><published>2009-03-04T17:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:09:10.981-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>O  Guerreiro e a Valquíria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7tSinkgEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/r8xZKN7Mr18/s1600-h/OGuerreiroeaValquria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309441913502597186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7tSinkgEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/r8xZKN7Mr18/s320/OGuerreiroeaValquria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Guerreiro e a Valquíria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nikolau Wroth, que uma vez foi um impiedoso guerreiro humano em 1700 e agora é um dos generais do exército rebelde dos vampiros, tem que encontrar a sua noiva, a única mulher que pode lhe devolver à vida. Como humano convertido em vampiro, não possui coração e, por conseguinte, é mais fraco que os vampiros originais. Por esta razão quer encontrar a sua companheira, pelo poder que esta lhe outorgará... mas fica assombrado quando seu coração começa a pulsar por Myst, a Cobiçada, uma louca criatura mitológica.Myst é conhecida em todo mundo como a Valquíria mais formosa. É uma feroz guerreira e possui uma parte extremamente sedutora que faz com que ele a deseje inclusive quando está terminando com sua vida, e que dedicou toda sua existência a proteger uma antiga e poderosa jóia e a batalhar contra os vampiros. Agora viu a oportunidade de atormentar a um de seus inimigos... posto que a ressurreição do coração do Wroth vem acompanhada de um ardente desejo sexual que só sua companheira — ela — pode saciar.Durante cinco anos pôde lhe evitar, mas finalmente ele a deu caça e lhe roubou a jóia que a domina lhe outorgando um poder absoluto sobre sua pessoa. Enquanto este a tenha em seu poder, pode obter que ela faça algo e a fará experimentar de primeira mão a agonizante e infinita luxúria a que lhe teve submetido durante meia década. Mas muito em breve Wroth se dá conta de que quer algo mais dela, não só seu desejo sexual, e termina libertando-a.... voltará Myst a seu lado? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Feito por: Projeto revisoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&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/4234298783737637601-8517483235353675646?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8517483235353675646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8517483235353675646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8517483235353675646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8517483235353675646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-guerreiro-e-valquiria.html' title='O  Guerreiro e a Valquíria'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sa7tSinkgEI/AAAAAAAAA2M/r8xZKN7Mr18/s72-c/OGuerreiroeaValquria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1428035858929237317</id><published>2009-02-28T09:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:06:26.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEMA: ANJO'/><title type='text'>UM BAILE COM O DIABO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sak1lXWoojI/AAAAAAAAA1k/96-8Xy8X2Mo/s1600-h/baile+com+o+diabo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307832551873225266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sak1lXWoojI/AAAAAAAAA1k/96-8Xy8X2Mo/s320/baile+com+o+diabo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;UM BAILE COM O DIABO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Mary Jo Putney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Napoleão deixou atrás de si uma Europa que se agita em meio de alianças e pactos, de conflitos fronteiriços, de ameaças e de ações militares. A diplomacia tem um papel muito importante, e também, depois dela, o mundo oculto da espionagem. Um jovem e atrevido conde é o chefe do serviço secreto inglês. Em seu caminho tropeça em uma mulher, uma peça a mais do quebra-cabeça; alguém, embora ele não queira reconhecer, que será capaz de despertar antigas emoções em seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-1428035858929237317?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1428035858929237317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1428035858929237317' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1428035858929237317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1428035858929237317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-baile-com-o-diabo.html' title='UM BAILE COM O DIABO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/Sak1lXWoojI/AAAAAAAAA1k/96-8Xy8X2Mo/s72-c/baile+com+o+diabo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2853787073593141037</id><published>2009-02-16T10:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:26:41.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Voraz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3VGN4jXI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zcg-R6PTlcY/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3VGN4jXI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zcg-R6PTlcY/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303401240535272818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Voraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Obsidian é um guerreiro, orgulhoso e feroz. Ele quer que Cady junte-se ao seu  exército na guerra contra seu inimigo comum. Ele também quer ela junte-se a ele  em sua cama, para seduzir e encantar sua vida ao seu lado e deixar seu mundo  para trás ... Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-2853787073593141037?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2853787073593141037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2853787073593141037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2853787073593141037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2853787073593141037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/voraz.html' title='Voraz'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3VGN4jXI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/zcg-R6PTlcY/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-842169030411759423</id><published>2009-02-16T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:25:07.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Fogo Voluptoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3GE8vl4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/WrDClSZ74X0/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3GE8vl4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/WrDClSZ74X0/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303400982496909186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Fogo Voluptoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Cinder, guerreiro de Shikar e o mais forte da Casta de Incineradores, encontrou  seu par em Steffy Michanke. Ele a quer como nunca quis outra antes e quer tê-la  a qualquer preço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steffy, uma mulher com um passado obscuro, não quer  nada mais que ficar livre do ser sensual que jurou protegê-la das criaturas que  estão atrás deles. Independente de uma falha, ela jura negar o amor que Cinder  está sentindo por ela, não importa o quanto ela possa ansiar por isso.&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/4234298783737637601-842169030411759423?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/842169030411759423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=842169030411759423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/842169030411759423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/842169030411759423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/fogo-voluptoso.html' title='Fogo Voluptoso'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl3GE8vl4I/AAAAAAAAAxI/WrDClSZ74X0/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8765730002765885734</id><published>2009-02-16T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:19:55.618-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Ponta da Navalha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1zXGwewI/AAAAAAAAAw4/NN-Ydfw4R8Q/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1zXGwewI/AAAAAAAAAw4/NN-Ydfw4R8Q/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399561441606402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Ponta da Navalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O mundo de Shikar está todo na guerra com a Horda. Suas defesas estão  desmoronando, as suas esperanças encolhendo. Mas Edge, um Mestre de foil, vai  lutar até a morte para ver o seu povo triunfar. Ninguém está mais comprometido  com a causa do que ele. Não há perigo que ele não irá enfrentar, nenhum risco  que ele não vai assumir ... para salvar um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily deve tomar alguns  assuntos em suas próprias mãos ... mesmo que isso signifique que ela  provavelmente vai morrer como resultado. Amor entre as raças nunca foi tão  perigoso. Mas Emily sabe que tem que tentar. Ela tem que sobreviver.&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/4234298783737637601-8765730002765885734?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8765730002765885734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8765730002765885734' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8765730002765885734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8765730002765885734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/ponta-da-navalha.html' title='Ponta da Navalha'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1zXGwewI/AAAAAAAAAw4/NN-Ydfw4R8Q/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2541153216698920890</id><published>2009-02-16T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:18:36.813-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Sagrado Éden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1gLhr2sI/AAAAAAAAAww/uROw3EeEja0/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1gLhr2sI/AAAAAAAAAww/uROw3EeEja0/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399231915809474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sagrado Éden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cady e Obsidian, dois venerados guerreiros de Shikar, sabem que compartilham um  amor como nenhum outro. Um amor que irá durar para sempre.&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/4234298783737637601-2541153216698920890?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2541153216698920890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2541153216698920890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2541153216698920890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2541153216698920890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/sagrado-eden.html' title='Sagrado Éden'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl1gLhr2sI/AAAAAAAAAww/uROw3EeEja0/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8183824542821755957</id><published>2009-02-16T10:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:15:19.338-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>O Senhor das Profundesas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl0cAtrV7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/OUf_oG9qmQ4/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl0cAtrV7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/OUf_oG9qmQ4/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303398060782213042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;O Senhor das Profundesas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tryton, o mais velho no conselho de Shikar, sabe o preço do amor e jura nunca  cair nas presas de seu sedutor abraço. Ele não pode, de maneira que fica a  loucura, destruição e séculos de velhos segredos não ditos.&lt;br /&gt;Niki Akitoye  é uma mulher amaldiçoada por amor, mesmo por qualquer emoção que faça ela perder  a firmeza sobre seu bem seguro controle. Quando Niki perde o controle, as  pessoas morrem. Ela nunca deve deixar ninguém chegar perto demais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas  quando estes dois lutadores orgulhosos se encontram, todas as suas regras ficam  à espera de serem quebradas ... e o preço do desejo poderia ser salvação ou  destruição.&lt;br /&gt;Em um mundo que você pensa que você sabe, passados e futuros  colidem em equilíbrio. Para que as nossas maiores necessidades e mais escuros  segredos serem mantidos mais próximo do coração. E o destino tem uma maneira de  nos alcançar...&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/4234298783737637601-8183824542821755957?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8183824542821755957/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8183824542821755957' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8183824542821755957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8183824542821755957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-senhor-das-profundesas.html' title='O Senhor das Profundesas'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZl0cAtrV7I/AAAAAAAAAwg/OUf_oG9qmQ4/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6915795503278880040</id><published>2009-02-16T10:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:12:38.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Descoberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlz7t3bVKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/A_00dYpfMuA/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlz7t3bVKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/A_00dYpfMuA/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303397505967019170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Descoberto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Alek, um homem com provas fotográficas da existência da Horda, devem ser tratado  com rapidez, antes que seus retratos vazem. Ágata, uma espiã Shikar cuja  fascinação com os costumes humanos não conhece limites, é perfeita para missão  de retirar as fotos e as memórias perigosas de Alek. Se apenas ela pudesse  manter a sua libido controlada. Afinal, Ágata nunca foi tímida para afastar-se  de seu lado sensual e com Alek ela faz sexo mais quentes do que com qualquer  brinquedo que ela ousou inventar. É muito ruim ele não ter permissão para  lembrar dela pela manhã.&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/4234298783737637601-6915795503278880040?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6915795503278880040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6915795503278880040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6915795503278880040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6915795503278880040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/descoberto.html' title='Descoberto'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlz7t3bVKI/AAAAAAAAAwY/A_00dYpfMuA/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1748457061412383825</id><published>2009-02-16T10:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T10:09:49.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Carícia de Chamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlx2vKEOyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YndIGfW1Ne8/s1600-h/GuerreirosdasHordas07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlx2vKEOyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YndIGfW1Ne8/s320/GuerreirosdasHordas07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303395221391031074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Carícia de Chamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Demônios. Monstros do Poço do Inferno querem Isis e suas habilidades muito  especiais. Flare é um renomado guerreiro de Shikar, um Incinerador, capaz de  criar e controlar o fogo. Mas quando ele vê Isis, a humana que ele é encarregado  de proteger da ameaça dos Demônios, o fogo que se alastra no coração dele está  além de seu próprio controle. Ele sabe que ela tem que ser sua, mas Isis tem  feridas proundas que devem ser curadas antes que eles possam realmente se tornar  um. E ele sabe que o seu amor podem fazê-la inteira novamente. Mas primeiro ele  tem que convencer Isis, antes que os demônios e os fantasmas de seu passado leve  seu espírito fora de seu alcance para sempre.&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/4234298783737637601-1748457061412383825?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1748457061412383825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1748457061412383825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1748457061412383825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1748457061412383825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/caricia-de-chamas.html' title='Carícia de Chamas'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZlx2vKEOyI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/YndIGfW1Ne8/s72-c/GuerreirosdasHordas07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-426577159102850442</id><published>2009-02-14T07:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:24:04.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTAS'/><title type='text'>UM VEZ UM LOBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZauRxx9fUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8Lb5wgepTYM/s1600-h/uma+vez+um+lobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302617231719234882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZauRxx9fUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8Lb5wgepTYM/s320/uma+vez+um+lobo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;UMA VEZ UM LOBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Nas extensões virgens do oeste americano, Tomas Alejandro Randall era conhecido como “O Lobo”, o forasteiro e inimigo acirrado do poderoso financeiro Cole McLean. Poucos humanos conheciam sua verdadeira identidade: herdeiro de uma linhagem de homens lobo que o fazia tanto uma fera exótica, como um homem devastadoramente atraente. O plano de Tomás era enrolar a elegante noiva de Cole McLean, Lady Rowena Forster, para levá-la de sua mansão de Nova Iorque, a selvagem fronteira. Ali planejava seduzir à beleza de cabelo dourado como vingança, por causa da destruição de sua família nas mãos de McLean. Mas uma vez que a teve sob seu poder, O Lobo se viu incapaz de resistir a chamada de sua própria natureza selvagem... Uma paixão que lhe faria reclamar a beldade como dele. Lady Rowena tentava desesperadamente ocultar sua herança de loba atrás de um exterior gelado e calmo. Mas apesar disso, a famosa “Dama de Gelo” notou que suas inibições se derretiam e sua verdadeira natureza emergia na presença do bonito forasteiro. Ambos conheciam o perigo de seu envolvimento, mas seus selvagens corações arriscariam tudo, inclusive a morte, pela oportunidade de um amor eterno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-426577159102850442?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/426577159102850442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=426577159102850442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/426577159102850442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/426577159102850442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-vez-um-lobo.html' title='UM VEZ UM LOBO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SZauRxx9fUI/AAAAAAAAAwI/8Lb5wgepTYM/s72-c/uma+vez+um+lobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-7383442622551364576</id><published>2009-02-06T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:58:12.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYxBvyRyZOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/T_H3oFmVu3I/s1600-h/amor5en9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYxBvyRyZOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/T_H3oFmVu3I/s320/amor5en9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299683150714266850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O amor é uma flecha que acerta uma vez só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Quando é verdadeiro não, não há nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Explosão do sentimento que viaja na canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Existe, faz morada dentro do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sentimento inexplicável que resisti sempre faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Romper toda barreira, te amar cada vez mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Explosão do sentimento que viaja na canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Resisti, faz morada dentro do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Não dá pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ao mundo vou gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Meu sonho é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;O amor é uma flecha que acerta uma vez só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Quando é verdadeiro não, não há nada melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Explosão do sentimento que viaja na canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Existe, faz morada dentro do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Não dá pra esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ao mundo vou gritar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;É você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="StlPoema" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder_LblPoema" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Meu sonho é você&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/4234298783737637601-7383442622551364576?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7383442622551364576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=7383442622551364576' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7383442622551364576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7383442622551364576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-amor-e-uma-flecha-que-acerta-uma-vez.html' title=''/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYxBvyRyZOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/T_H3oFmVu3I/s72-c/amor5en9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-9174952844785995738</id><published>2009-02-03T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:32:46.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Um Sonho de Amante Nº01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjTh7s-JzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RZzFQK8m74I/s1600-h/DarkHunter01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjTh7s-JzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RZzFQK8m74I/s320/DarkHunter01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298717541516846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um Sonho de Amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESUMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Monotype Corsiva";  panose-1:3 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Estando preso em um livro amaldiçoado como um escravo do amor para a eternidade, Julian da Macedônia tem sido convocado pelas mulheres há mais de 2000 anos. Durante este tempo, ele tem aperfeiçoado suas habilidades sexuais, no aprendizado de todas as maneiras de agradar uma mulher e realizar sua mais profunda fantasia. Mas, apesar do intenso prazer sexual Julian é incapaz de prever que, no fundo deseu próprio coração reside uma fantasia de amor verdadeiro que se deve cumprir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando Julian é convocado para ser o amante de Grace por um mês, encontra-se enredado em sua ânsia para ajudá-lo a cumprir as suas próprias fantasias de amor, tão significativas. A graça do amor por Julian pode preencher o profundo vazio no coração dele, mas poderá quebrar 2.000 anos de uma terrível maldição? &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/4234298783737637601-9174952844785995738?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/9174952844785995738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=9174952844785995738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9174952844785995738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9174952844785995738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-sonho-de-amante-n01.html' title='Um Sonho de Amante Nº01'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjTh7s-JzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/RZzFQK8m74I/s72-c/DarkHunter01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5295172395389944353</id><published>2009-02-03T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:29:55.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>O Começo Nº02</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjSbQ4kB2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MraE0JqH9qk/s1600-h/DarkHunter02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjSbQ4kB2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MraE0JqH9qk/s320/DarkHunter02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298716327431898978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O Começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESUMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Finalmente, o mais aguardado livro da série Dark Hunter. O deus do destino final e líder dos Dark Hunters, Aqueronte Parthenopaeus está habituado a ser responsável ... pelo menos nesta vida. Ele responde a qualquer um e ninguém o questiona.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher em uma busca proibida para descobrir um antigo mistério e que não aceitará um não como resposta. Nem mesmo vindo do próprio Aqueronte. Apesar de saber de sua reputação e tendo anulada suas tentativas em cada passo do caminho, ela não será detida. Mas quando guardiões e antigos inimigos vem ameaçá-los, a única esperança que eles tem é de estar juntos ou serem destruídos individualmente. O único problema é que Aqueronte não tem certeza se pode confiar em alguém com o seu passado, mas como o destino predisse, reside no seu passado o seu futuro. A hora da verdade está na mão ... Neste livro, testemunhe o nascimento de um deus Atlante, a destruição do seu panteão e do verdadeiro nascimento dos Demônios e dos Dark Hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4234298783737637601-5295172395389944353?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5295172395389944353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5295172395389944353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5295172395389944353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5295172395389944353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-comeco-n02.html' title='O Começo Nº02'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjSbQ4kB2I/AAAAAAAAAu8/MraE0JqH9qk/s72-c/DarkHunter02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2676822281616198086</id><published>2009-02-03T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:24:35.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Dragonswan Nº03</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjRgNW0c0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/UsEcEw-vVPQ/s1600-h/DarkHunter03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjRgNW0c0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/UsEcEw-vVPQ/s320/DarkHunter03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298715312872780610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dragonswan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESUMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A bela estudiosa Channon Macrea passou anos estudando a legendária Tapeçaria do Dragão, dedicando dias e noites para decifrar o simbolismo impenetrável do Inglês antigo. Então uma noite, o bonitão Sebastian aparece. Ele afirma que detêm a chave para a solução dos mistérios da tapeçaria. Tendo a pele magnificamente bronzeada e intrigantes cicatrizes de batalha, ele também diz ser um matador dragão encurralado entre dois mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Para Channon há apenas um caminho para finalmente desvendar os segredos dos intrincados bordados, seguindo o sedutor estranho em um mundo fantástico cheio de magia, perigo e aventura erótica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2676822281616198086?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2676822281616198086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2676822281616198086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2676822281616198086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2676822281616198086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/dragonswan-n03.html' title='Dragonswan Nº03'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjRgNW0c0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/UsEcEw-vVPQ/s72-c/DarkHunter03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8902241748425196632</id><published>2009-02-03T19:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:20:41.451-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Prazeres Noturnos Nº04</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjQxeTu2XI/AAAAAAAAAus/b5kNgUOpPrA/s1600-h/DarkHunter04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjQxeTu2XI/AAAAAAAAAus/b5kNgUOpPrA/s320/DarkHunter04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298714509969381746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prazeres Noturnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESUMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Monotype Corsiva";  panose-1:3 1 1 1 1 2 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Kyrian da Trácia neste mundo caminha nas sombras da escuridão, na solidão. Que outra escolha  ele poderia ter depois de ter vendido a alma por vingança? Kyrian vive sua vida perseguindo a quem quer roubar as almas de inocentes; o Daimons. Ele é um Dark Hunter desde a época romana quando ele era um príncipe, um macedônio e general. Ele está habituado a estar no comando de cada situação, e resolve tudo em batalha. Mas, ele encontra Amanda Devereaux...  Amanda tem uma família “diferente” e por isso despreza tudo o que é sobrenatural. Dona de um intenso poder é alvo do mais terrível Daimon. Quando seu caminho cruza com Hunter, ela se envolve num mundo estranho, mas ao mesmo tempo é seduzida pela força e pela paixão do esquivo caçador...    &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/4234298783737637601-8902241748425196632?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8902241748425196632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8902241748425196632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8902241748425196632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8902241748425196632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/prazeres-noturnos-n04.html' title='Prazeres Noturnos Nº04'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjQxeTu2XI/AAAAAAAAAus/b5kNgUOpPrA/s72-c/DarkHunter04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1258416699132074267</id><published>2009-02-03T19:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:18:09.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Abraço Noturno nº05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjP6Bi7xqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Yu8DxOS6wBw/s1600-h/DarkHunter05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjP6Bi7xqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Yu8DxOS6wBw/s320/DarkHunter05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298713557355710114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abraço Noturno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;RESUMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Talon foi um guerreiro celta amaldiçoado por seu antigo deus. Depois do assassinato de sua irmã, ao morrer Talon fez feito um trato com a deusa Artemisa. A ele foi dado um ato de vingança contra o clã que o traiu, em troca de sua alma e de seu serviço como um eterno Dark Hunter. Talon foi empossado na luta contra os Diamons e prossegue salvando as almas humanas que são capturadas. Ele nunca teve motivos para lamentar esta escolha - até que ele conhece Sunshine Runningwolf. A excêntrica Sunshine para Talon é a mulher perfeita. Ela é bonita, sexy e não está à procura de um compromisso de longo prazo. Mas quanto mais tempo Talon passa em sua companhia, mais ele começa a sonhar com a ânsia de amar e o sonho de família que ele enterrou há séculos atrás. Mas amar Sunshine seria perigoso para ambos. Talon não está destinado a conhecer a paz ou felicidade, não enquanto seus inimigos ainda procuram destruir a ele e todo mundo perto dele ...&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/4234298783737637601-1258416699132074267?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1258416699132074267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1258416699132074267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1258416699132074267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1258416699132074267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/abraco-noturno-n05.html' title='Abraço Noturno nº05'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYjP6Bi7xqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Yu8DxOS6wBw/s72-c/DarkHunter05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4811411728895401150</id><published>2009-02-03T15:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:51:11.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Amante Fantasma nº06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiftDFspbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Klq-7TeaBGo/s1600-h/DarkHunter06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiftDFspbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Klq-7TeaBGo/s320/DarkHunter06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660557873522098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amante Fantasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  mso-font-alt:"Century Gothic";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Consolas;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:modern;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  text-align:justify;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText  {mso-style-link:" Char Char3";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} span.CharChar3  {mso-style-name:" Char Char3";  mso-style-locked:yes;  mso-style-link:"Texto sem Formatação";  mso-ansi-font-size:10.5pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-ascii-font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-font-family:Consolas;  mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;  mso-no-proof:yes;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Erin, uma mulher que há algum tempo sofre terríveis pesadelos nos que horríveis criaturas parecem querer alimentar-se de sua força vital. Entretanto, uma noite, em meio de um desses atrozes sonhos, um fantástico homem com uma brilhante armadura cavalga para seu resgate… mas, realmente ele é o que aparente ser?  Bonito e sensual, rodeado por um aura de perigo e mistério… um espetacular amante saído das sombras que, pouco a pouco, consegue chegar a seu coração. Mas, é mortal ou um Deus da antigüidade? Um feiticeiro ou uma besta mística que pode chegar a possuir sua alma?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4811411728895401150?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4811411728895401150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4811411728895401150' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4811411728895401150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4811411728895401150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/amante-fantasma-n06.html' title='Amante Fantasma nº06'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiftDFspbI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Klq-7TeaBGo/s72-c/DarkHunter06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3013692996135037535</id><published>2009-02-03T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:48:53.884-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Dançando com o Diabo nº07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYifPYKIHbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iGsSsUezCn8/s1600-h/DarkHunter07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYifPYKIHbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iGsSsUezCn8/s320/DarkHunter07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298660048133168562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dançando com o Diabo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zarek é o mais perigoso de todos os Dark Hunters. Ele suportou uma vida como escravo e bode expiatório na Roma Antiga e novecentos séculos como um Dark Hunter no exílio. Zarek não confia em ninguém. Por causa de sua inabalável recusa em cumprir quaisquer ordens, ele é mantido em isolamento no Alasca onde sua atividade está seriamente limitada e é acompanhada de perto. Há muitos que temem que um dia ele vai soltar seus poderes contra os seres humanos, bem como os vampiros. Terão novecentos anos de exílio deixado Zarek demasiado longe de ser resgatado? Os deuses querem Zarek morto, mas concordam com relutância em permitir que a deusa da justiça Astrid o julgue. Astrid nunca julgou um homem inocente, e ainda há algo a respeito Zarek que estremece seu coração. Ele vê até mesmo os mais pequenos atos de bondade com choque e desconfiança. Astrid, quanto mais se esforça para manter a imparcialidade em face de sua crescente atração para Zarek, mais seu coração a trae. Mas um carrasco já foi chamado... será tarde demais para salvar Zarek?&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/4234298783737637601-3013692996135037535?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3013692996135037535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3013692996135037535' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3013692996135037535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3013692996135037535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/dancando-com-o-diabo-n07.html' title='Dançando com o Diabo nº07'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYifPYKIHbI/AAAAAAAAAuU/iGsSsUezCn8/s72-c/DarkHunter07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1740651428684279467</id><published>2009-02-03T15:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:46:55.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Beijo Sombrio nº08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYievmJ6aVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Gott3vyb65Y/s1600-h/DarkHunter08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYievmJ6aVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Gott3vyb65Y/s320/DarkHunter08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298659502134552914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Beijo Sombrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"MS UI Gothic";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-alt:"Lingoes Unicode";  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 134676480 16 0 131072 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"MS UI Gothic Western";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@MS UI Gothic";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:128;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:0 134676480 16 0 131072 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 150%; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wulf é um antigo gue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;rreiro Viking, mas sofre com um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;grave problema de amnésia coletiva. Ninguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;pode lembrar-se dele 5 minutos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;depois de conhecê-lo. Torna-se mais fácil ter um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;caso de uma noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;, mas difícil de ter uma relação significativa, e sem um verdadeiro amor ele nunca poderá recuperar a sua alma. Quando ele finalmente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;conhece Cassandra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;uma mulher que pode se lembrar dele, ela acaba por ser a princesa da raça amaldiçoada que ele é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;destinado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt; para caçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt; e proibida para ele. Os dois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt;têm de enfrentar antigas maldições, profecias, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic Western&amp;quot;;"&gt; intromissão direta do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;deuses gregos para encontrar finalmente a verdadeira felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;MS UI Gothic&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&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/4234298783737637601-1740651428684279467?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1740651428684279467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1740651428684279467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1740651428684279467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1740651428684279467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/beijo-sombrio-n08.html' title='Beijo Sombrio nº08'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYievmJ6aVI/AAAAAAAAAuM/Gott3vyb65Y/s72-c/DarkHunter08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4044996878115318188</id><published>2009-02-03T15:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:44:46.771-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Jogo Noturno nº09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYieHUIoAyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmRJg8JdeTQ/s1600-h/DarkHunter09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYieHUIoAyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmRJg8JdeTQ/s320/DarkHunter09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658810102547234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jogo Noturno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Benguiat Bk BT";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-alt:"Goudy Stout";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: left; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;RESUMO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-indent: 1cm; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   Bride McTierney está farta dos homens. São mesquinhos, egoístas e nunca amam a uma mulher pelo que realmente é. Mas embora se gabe de ser independente, no fundo deseja encontrar o seu particular cavalheiro de brilhante armadura. Jamais esperou que seu cavalheiro tivesse um brilhante... Casaco de pele.  Letal e torturado, Vane Kattalakis não é o que aparenta ser. A maioria das mulheres se lamentava de que seus namorados se comportem como autênticos cachorros. No caso de Bride, o seu é um lobo. Um were-hunter lobo.   Vane, cujos inimigos querem vê-lo morto, não está procurando uma companheira. Mas o destino quis que Bride fosse à mulher destinada a ser sua companheira. Agora, tem três semanas para convencê-la de que o sobrenatural existe, já que do contrário viverá o resto de sua vida como se estivesse castrado!... Algo que qualquer lobo que se aprecie não pode aceitar.  Mas, como pode um lobo conseguir convencer a uma humana para que lhe confie sua vida quando seus inimigos não se detêm ante nada para acabar com a sua? No mundo dos Were-Hunter só sobrevive o mais forte. E só um macho dominante pode ganhar.       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-4044996878115318188?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4044996878115318188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4044996878115318188' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4044996878115318188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4044996878115318188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/jogo-noturno-n09.html' title='Jogo Noturno nº09'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYieHUIoAyI/AAAAAAAAAuE/PmRJg8JdeTQ/s72-c/DarkHunter09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5329717524718676526</id><published>2009-02-03T15:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:42:02.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Nascida no Inverno nº10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiddaYcgwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hn4oG5ieJu4/s1600-h/DarkHunter10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiddaYcgwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hn4oG5ieJu4/s320/DarkHunter10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298658090225009410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nascida no inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Resumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ele não queria uma companheira...Ela fugia de seu trágico destino...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas ...a sorte foi lançada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Dois inimigos Were-Panteras descobrem que tem seus destinos interligados ao se tornarem amantes. Pandora tem de aprender a confiar em Dante apesar da dureza de sua natureza. Dante sucumbe ao poderoso fascínio da pantera virgem. Mas quando ela lentamente sucumbe à verdadeira paixão que já conheceu, forças obscuras retornam para reavê-la ...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 115%; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-5329717524718676526?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5329717524718676526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5329717524718676526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5329717524718676526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5329717524718676526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/nascida-no-inverno-n10.html' title='Nascida no Inverno nº10'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiddaYcgwI/AAAAAAAAAt8/Hn4oG5ieJu4/s72-c/DarkHunter10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4411507526268968396</id><published>2009-02-03T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:39:18.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Abrace a Noite nº11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicrpp7tqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1GcxJjIhIz4/s1600-h/DarkHunter11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicrpp7tqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1GcxJjIhIz4/s320/DarkHunter11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298657235331430050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Abrace a Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Script MT Bold";  panose-1:3 4 6 2 4 6 7 8 9 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Script MT Bold&amp;quot;; color: rgb(54, 95, 145);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Resumo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(54, 95, 145);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; text-indent: 1cm; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Valerius não é um popular Dark-Hunter, ele é um general romano, o que significa que grande parte dos Dark-Hunters gregos tem um grande rancor contra ele e sua civilização. Para piorar as coisas, ele é muito consciente de sua aristocrática linhagem. Por isso, falta-lhe razão quando ele conhece Tabitha Devereaux. Ela é audaciosa, sexy, e completamente disposta a levá-lo a sério. (Sem falar que ela é a irmã gêmea da mulher do Ex-Dark-Hunter Kyrian, seu declarado inimigo mortal.) Tabitha leva muito a sério caçar e matar-vampiros e logo ela e Val têm de lidar com o mais mortífero de todos Daimons – Que conseguiu voltar dos mortos, e que possui um grave ressentimento contra os dois. Para triunfar contra o mal, Val terá de soltar-se, aprender a confiar, e colocar tudo uma pedra sobre o passado para proteger um homem que ele odeia e uma mulher que o enlouquece...e que ele ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; color: rgb(54, 95, 145);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-4411507526268968396?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4411507526268968396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4411507526268968396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4411507526268968396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4411507526268968396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/abrace-noite-n11.html' title='Abrace a Noite nº11'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicrpp7tqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/1GcxJjIhIz4/s72-c/DarkHunter11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-467544529773524078</id><published>2009-02-03T15:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:36:00.930-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Pecados  da Noite nº12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicFqQRghI/AAAAAAAAAts/CEejuSatON8/s1600-h/DarkHunter12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicFqQRghI/AAAAAAAAAts/CEejuSatON8/s320/DarkHunter12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656582657212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pecados da Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No mundo dos Dark Hunters, há um código de honra que inclusive os meninos maus da imortalidade devem seguir: Não machuque a um humano. Não beba sangue. Nunca ae apaixone. Os Dark Hunters são os protetores, os bons sujeitos. Mas há cada poucos séculos, um caçador passa por cima da Lei, e tenta convencer os outros da sua causa. É aí que entra Alexion. Se passar da linha é a sua ira que deve enfrentar. Nada pode balançar Alex, ou assim ele pensava ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando um de seus amigos mais antigos é o Dark Hunter que pratica atos desonestos, Alex não pode matá-lo sem, pelo menos, tentar salvá-lo. Para fazer isso, ele precisa da ajuda de uma fêmea Dark Hunter que atende pelo nome Danger . A relação deles não é das melhores já que uma vez ela tentou matá-lo. No entanto, há algo profundo sobre Dangereuse St. Richard que chega dentro do coração que Alex pensou que estava morto há muito tempo.&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/4234298783737637601-467544529773524078?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/467544529773524078/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=467544529773524078' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/467544529773524078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/467544529773524078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/pecados-da-noite-n12.html' title='Pecados  da Noite nº12'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYicFqQRghI/AAAAAAAAAts/CEejuSatON8/s72-c/DarkHunter12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2616702013523119351</id><published>2009-02-03T15:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:33:26.150-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>Solte a Noite nº13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYibk0wlL8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/wC9en8ci25c/s1600-h/DarkHunter13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYibk0wlL8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/wC9en8ci25c/s320/DarkHunter13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298656018541391810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Solte a Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marguerite D'Aubert Goudeau é a filha de um proeminente senador dos Estados Unidos que odeia a vida de socialite é obrigada a levar. Como sua mãe antes dela, ela tem fortes raízes Cajun que o pai não entende. Ainda assim, ela não tem escolha, tem que tentar se ajustar a um mundo onde ela se sente como uma intrusa. Mas o mundo dos homens ricos e poderosos nunca vai se encontrar com o mundo dos Dark Hunters, mesmo existindo lado a lado, continua invisível, desconhecido, indetectável. Para quebrar esta lei é preciso estabelecer uma ira da mais alta ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fim de ter Marguerite, Wren deve combater não apenas os homens que nunca aceitarão sua natureza animal, mas os Dark Hunters que querem ele morto por comprometer seu mundo. É uma corrida contra o tempo e fronteiras mágicas que podem custar a Marguerite e Wren não só as suas vidas, mas também suas almas ...&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/4234298783737637601-2616702013523119351?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2616702013523119351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2616702013523119351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2616702013523119351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2616702013523119351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/solte-noite-n13.html' title='Solte a Noite nº13'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYibk0wlL8I/AAAAAAAAAtk/wC9en8ci25c/s72-c/DarkHunter13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-938602718520344369</id><published>2009-02-03T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:30:17.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DARK HUNTER'/><title type='text'>O Lado Escuro da Lua  nº14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiaO8Ur4TI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1UIDQav-KH8/s1600-h/DarkHunter14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiaO8Ur4TI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1UIDQav-KH8/s320/DarkHunter14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298654543103123762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O Lado Escuro da Lua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Susan Michaels era a jornalista mais prestigiada do “Beltway Beat” até que um grande escândalo arruinou sua vida, e acabou escrevendo sobre bébes alienigenas e aparições do Elvis. A vida que ela conhecia está acabada, ou assim pensa Susan, mas então encontra uma pista sobre uma história que poderia salvar sua arruinada carreira. Assim que se dirige ao refúgio local de animais, esperando achar a notícia do ano, o que encontra é o encobrimento por parte da polícia…. de um grupo de vampiros que absorvem a alma das pessoas, para fazer-se com o controle de Seattle. E com isso tinha que recuperar sua credibilidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E se por acaso isso não for o suficientemente mau, quando decide adotar um gato, descobre que é alérgica a ele. Um gato que resulta em um metamorfo que diz ser um caça vampiro imortal que vai depois dos polícias corruptos. O primeiro que lhe veio à mente foi: “procura ajuda profissional”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas quando Susan entra no escuro e perigoso mundo de Ravyn, descobre que há muito mais em jogo que seu difunta carreira. Agora o importante não é contar verdade a seus leitores; e sim salvar suas vidas e suas almas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiaO8Ur4TI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1UIDQav-KH8/s1600-h/DarkHunter14.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-938602718520344369?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/938602718520344369/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=938602718520344369' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/938602718520344369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/938602718520344369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-lado-escuro-da-lua-n14.html' title='O Lado Escuro da Lua  nº14'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYiaO8Ur4TI/AAAAAAAAAtc/1UIDQav-KH8/s72-c/DarkHunter14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6998166228253846236</id><published>2009-02-01T20:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:25:26.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTAS'/><title type='text'>Com a Saida da Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYY7FJrgEPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2EYRCuunT0w/s1600-h/cover-ellorascavemen_temple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297986971331727602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYY7FJrgEPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2EYRCuunT0w/s320/cover-ellorascavemen_temple2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;Com a Saída da Lua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:bookman old style,new york,times,serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tielle St. Clare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Georgia;  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 4 5 2 3 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Garamond;  panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:6.0pt;  font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:Garamond;} p.estilo11, li.estilo11, div.estilo11  {mso-style-name:estilo11;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  margin-right:0cm;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0cm;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:9.0pt;  font-family:Georgia;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;  font-style:italic;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; TEXT-INDENT: 7.1pt; MARGIN-LEFT: -7.1pt" class="estilo11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,153); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:arial;" &gt;Resumo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; FONT-STYLE: italic; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)"&gt;Há três anos trabalhando como assistente pessoal de um homem-lobo, Caitlin não acreditava que existisse alguma coisa que pudesse surpreendê-la. Quando se encontra confinada num quarto de hotel durante dois dias com seu perversamente atraente chefe, se dá conta do quanto estava enganada. A lua está saindo e só existe uma coisa que satisfará o lobo do interior de Luc... Sexo. Muito sexo. É um sacrifício que Caitlin está desejando realizar. Porém quando emoções mais selvagens e profundas vêm à superfície, ela teme que não possa sair do quarto com o coração intacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; TEXT-INDENT: 7.1pt; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0); MARGIN-LEFT: -7.1pt; FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="estilo11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond;font-size:16;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&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/4234298783737637601-6998166228253846236?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6998166228253846236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6998166228253846236' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6998166228253846236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6998166228253846236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/02/com-saida-da-lua.html' title='Com a Saida da Lua'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYY7FJrgEPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2EYRCuunT0w/s72-c/cover-ellorascavemen_temple2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1600745752897571721</id><published>2009-01-28T21:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:15:44.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>GUIARDIÕES DA NOITE 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYEC4PBUTeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Wb7CoeMD4UA/s1600-h/guardi%C3%B5es+da+noite+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYEC4PBUTeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Wb7CoeMD4UA/s320/guardi%C3%B5es+da+noite+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296517801892400610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;GUARDIÕES DA NOITE&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO A NOITE CHEGA&lt;br /&gt;ALEXANDRA IVY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Deveria ter sido um sonho  transformado em realidade. Que mulher não iria querer trocar seu trabalho  monótono e sua vida aborrecida para converter-se em uma deusa? Uma deusa que não  só é imortal, mas tambem estará atada por toda eternidade a um vampiro  fantasticamente bonito? Porém... ser uma deusa não é tão bom como parece, como  Abby Barlow logo descobre. De fato, em poucas horas ela se encontrará fugindo de  uma horda de demônios, um bando de zumbis e um poderoso mago que tem intenção de  sacrificá-la para seu Príncipe Sombrio.  E se por acaso isso não fosse  suficientemente ruim, perdeu seu trabalho, seu aluguel venceu e finalmente, ser  a salvadora do mundo não vem com pagamento incluído.  Bem-vinda aos Guardiões da  Noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;(OBRIGADA CRIS)&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/4234298783737637601-1600745752897571721?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1600745752897571721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1600745752897571721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1600745752897571721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1600745752897571721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/guiardioes-da-noite-01.html' title='GUIARDIÕES DA NOITE 01'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SYEC4PBUTeI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Wb7CoeMD4UA/s72-c/guardi%C3%B5es+da+noite+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-366997234717538607</id><published>2009-01-26T23:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:47:58.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>RECORDAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX6DNKC-DfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fsMQeZYD7Lg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX6DNKC-DfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fsMQeZYD7Lg/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295814473892630002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Escrava  das Recordações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;  body {  scrollbar-arrow-color: #000000;  scrollbar-base-color: #B7E8FF;  scrollbar-dark-shadow-color: #B7E8FF;  scrollbar-track-color: #B7E8FF;  }  &lt;/style&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sinto  vontade de gritar, como se eu pudesse, sem os ouvidos ferir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Vontade de  partir, como, se eu soubesse, se tivesse sequer onde ir.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;De ir, de sair, as  asas domando as forças do vento e pronto!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Pronto a enfrentar o infinito, tão  distante, tão próximo, a teu encontro!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;As ondas do tempo, envolventes, a  varrer, desta vida, as areias,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;apagando marcas frescas, passadas, da nossa  história recente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ora delicadas vagas, serenas, sincopadas ao bater destas  asas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ora altaneiras, borrascosas, num turbilhão a nos confundir a  mente.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Como explicar a força, que nos anima, nos faz seguir  adiante,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;quando, em verdade, temos consciência do ontem, presente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;em  visões, reais como o zunir do vento em nossos ouvidos.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Escravos das  recordações, peças pregadas em nossos sentidos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;a reviver, sempre e sempre,  calafrios, tão reais quanto o agora,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;sentimentos tão ciosamente guardados,  ecos saudosos de outrora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(183, 232, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*Laur@´s Poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-366997234717538607?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/366997234717538607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=366997234717538607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/366997234717538607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/366997234717538607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/recordacoes.html' title='RECORDAÇÕES'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX6DNKC-DfI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fsMQeZYD7Lg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-9218492318278234308</id><published>2009-01-26T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:43:13.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Jacob - 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX50Uy1CpEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/S-r89uLTE3k/s1600-h/Nightwalkers01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX50Uy1CpEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/S-r89uLTE3k/s320/Nightwalkers01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295798112424731714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Jacob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JACQUELYN FRANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desde o início dos tempos existem os Nightwalkers, seres noturmos que vivem nas sombras da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Amar uma humana é absolutamente proibido, e um homem garante o cumprimento dessa antiga lei: Jacob, o Defensor... Por 700 anos ele resistiu à tentação, imune aos desejos proibidos, ao apetite incontrolável ou à maldição da lua. Seu controle é total, até o momento em que ele vê Isabella numa rua sombria de Nova York. Salvar a vida daquela jovem não faz parte de seus planos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tampouco Jacob estava preparado para a força dos sentimentos que ela lhe desperta. Mas, no momento em que acolhe nos braços, o delicado e tentador corpo feminino, uma atração poderosa explode entre eles, uma paixão proibida que sobrepuja tudo aquilo em que Jacob sempre acreditou e que sempre defendeu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &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/4234298783737637601-9218492318278234308?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/9218492318278234308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=9218492318278234308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9218492318278234308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9218492318278234308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/jacob-01.html' title='Jacob - 01'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX50Uy1CpEI/AAAAAAAAAsI/S-r89uLTE3k/s72-c/Nightwalkers01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5270627198298370579</id><published>2009-01-26T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:41:07.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Gideon - 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5z0aXqEqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/7qhwtmKl5I4/s1600-h/Nightwalkers02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5z0aXqEqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/7qhwtmKl5I4/s320/Nightwalkers02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295797556103221922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Gideon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;JACQUELYN FRANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desde o início dos tempos existem os Nightwalkers – seres noturnos que vivem nas sombras da lua, e que agora estão sendo perseguidos por humanos praticantes de magia negra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Por muito tempo Gideon resistiu ao desejo primitivo e poderoso que sente por Magdalegna, irmão do rei dos demônios. O exílio então, lhe pareceu a única solução. Até o dia em que os feiticeiros humanos dominaram seu povo, atrevendo-se a reivindicar a mulher que ele ama. Agora, o destino exige que ele intervenha... porém a paixão poderá destruí-lo pra sempre...&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/4234298783737637601-5270627198298370579?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5270627198298370579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5270627198298370579' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5270627198298370579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5270627198298370579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/gideon-02.html' title='Gideon - 02'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5z0aXqEqI/AAAAAAAAAsA/7qhwtmKl5I4/s72-c/Nightwalkers02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1737325064026677205</id><published>2009-01-26T22:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:38:58.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Elijah - 03</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5zM_ik7sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/I7M25IVJAbQ/s1600-h/Nightwalkers03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5zM_ik7sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/I7M25IVJAbQ/s320/Nightwalkers03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796878886366914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt; Elijah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;JACQUELIN FRANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eles são chamados os Demônios, uma das raças que vivem na sombra e lutam pela sobrevivência contra seus inimigos humanos. O seu orgulhoso guerreiro Elijah, é um homem que não se dobra para nada nem ninguém... até uma mulher lhe fazer ficar de joelhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Não se pode lutar contra alguns sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ele é conhecido como Capitão guerreiro – um mestre de armas, um feroz soldado ajuramentado para proteger sua espécie. Potente, implacável, impiedoso, Elijah sempre venceu todas as batalhas que enfrentou – até agora. Emboscados por necromancers, ele é deixado à morte só para ser descoberto por uma mulher, que poderia muito bem dar o golpe final – Siena, a Rainha Lycanthrope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&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/4234298783737637601-1737325064026677205?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1737325064026677205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1737325064026677205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1737325064026677205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1737325064026677205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/elijah-03.html' title='Elijah - 03'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5zM_ik7sI/AAAAAAAAAr4/I7M25IVJAbQ/s72-c/Nightwalkers03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-7039642959103817047</id><published>2009-01-26T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:36:20.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Damien - 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5ywgbQIDI/AAAAAAAAArw/4T2nCIZNvZY/s1600-h/Nightwalkers04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5ywgbQIDI/AAAAAAAAArw/4T2nCIZNvZY/s320/Nightwalkers04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295796389497806898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt; Damien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt;JACQUELYN FRANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eles são os Nightwalkers, misteriosos seres que habitam nas sombras do nosso mundo, e Damien, o Vampiro Príncipe, está entre os mais poderosos de todos eles. Mas uma mulher vai tentá-lo com um desejo dierente de tudo que era conhecido, e juntos eles vão enfrentar um inimigo implacável e aterrador. Ele nunca amou. Mas ela era irresistível. Como Vampiro Príncipe reinante, Damien tem provado todos os prazeres que o mundo tem a oferecer – festas com reis e rainhas e deciosas aventuras sesuais. Agora, cansado dessas perseguições, ele dedica suas energias para proteger seu povo. A guerra entre humanos necromancers e Nightwalkers tem aumentado, quando o adversário faz uma jogada ousada, seqüestra Syreena, uma princesa Lycanthrope, Damien audazmente consegue salva-la em seguida, mas está despreparado para a exuberante sensualidade dela e para sensações eróticas que despertou nele. Com raras capacidades, Syreena cresceu enclausurada e foi proibida de se relacionar com os outros, Damien sente a conexão com ela imediatamente, intoxicante e impossível de resistir. Mas, tomar Syreena como sua companheira poderá trazer repercussões para cada Nightwalker – e deixar os seus inimigos mais perigosos que nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&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/4234298783737637601-7039642959103817047?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7039642959103817047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=7039642959103817047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7039642959103817047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7039642959103817047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/damien-04.html' title='Damien - 04'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5ywgbQIDI/AAAAAAAAArw/4T2nCIZNvZY/s72-c/Nightwalkers04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3052367185277233960</id><published>2009-01-26T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:34:27.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>Noah -05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5yC69CJPI/AAAAAAAAAro/0mXfmRuBSnM/s1600-h/Nightwalkers05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5yC69CJPI/AAAAAAAAAro/0mXfmRuBSnM/s320/Nightwalkers05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295795606344836338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;JACQUELYN FRANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Os Nightwalkers viveram na sombra do nosso mundo durante séculos, dotados de habilidades que poucos seres humanos podem compreender. Para Noah, o dever é tudo – até que ele encontra a mulher que é o seu destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ela vai levá-lo para fora dos seus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Como Rei Demônio, Noah é dedicado a proteger seu povo doa humanos e Nightwalker inimigos. No entanto, durantes seis meses, ele tem lutado contra sonhos realistas que ameaçam a sua sanidade. Todas as noites ele é atormentado por imagens de uma mulher tentadora e fora de seu alcance. E a sua profunda necessidade por ela não lhe deixa outra alternativa senão a de obrigá-la a deixar a vida que conhece e entrar em um mundo além da imaginação...&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/4234298783737637601-3052367185277233960?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3052367185277233960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3052367185277233960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3052367185277233960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3052367185277233960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/noah-05.html' title='Noah -05'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SX5yC69CJPI/AAAAAAAAAro/0mXfmRuBSnM/s72-c/Nightwalkers05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2170254802830689937</id><published>2009-01-22T19:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:25:50.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CASTAS'/><title type='text'>A MARCA  DE MEGAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj6-9LZ59I/AAAAAAAAArI/Z7dtR_VRV5s/s1600-h/a+marca+de+megan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294257321455249362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj6-9LZ59I/AAAAAAAAArI/Z7dtR_VRV5s/s320/a+marca+de+megan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; COLOR: rgb(220,48,36)font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;A Marca de Megan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lora Leigh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Série Castas 7 – Felinos 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; COLOR: rgb(220,48,36)font-family:'Monotype Corsiva';font-size:28;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-STYLE: italic; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; COLOR: rgb(204,0,0)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial','sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De uma arrogante Raça Felina de Leão, Braden Arness medita com intensidade animal. Sua missão de resolver os assassinatos misteriosos o conduz direto para Megan, uma mulher que desperta seus desejos como nenhuma outra. Só com ele Megan consegue baixar sua guarda e render-se à fome insaciável que destrói seu corpo. Mas quando sua equipe vai caçar os escorregadios assassinos, Braden e Megan se encontram transformados em&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;presas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2170254802830689937?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2170254802830689937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2170254802830689937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2170254802830689937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2170254802830689937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/marca-de-megan.html' title='A MARCA  DE MEGAN'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj6-9LZ59I/AAAAAAAAArI/Z7dtR_VRV5s/s72-c/a+marca+de+megan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4315363646083374499</id><published>2009-01-22T18:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:57:41.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tema: magia'/><title type='text'>CREPÚSCULO ANTES DO NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj5BhbcOpI/AAAAAAAAArA/DIvNroBJ-ZE/s1600-h/MAGIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj5BhbcOpI/AAAAAAAAArA/DIvNroBJ-ZE/s320/MAGIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294255166522669714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irmãs Mágicas - Livro 02&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:6;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:6;color:#bf00bf;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREPÚSCULO ANTES DO NATAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Book Antiqua";  panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 3 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Garamond;  panose-1:2 2 4 4 3 3 1 1 8 3;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Chegou a penumbra antes do Natal e atravessou as terras,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Nada ocorreu que não fosse por minha mão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;A bola de neve que seguravam escondia em seu interior um segredo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Onde a névoa&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;formava redemoinhos em lugar da neve que foi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Um calafrio, mais frio ainda que o ar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;sentirão,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando um ferrolho se abrir e um selo for atravessado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma coroa de flores como saudação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Muito melhor atirá-la na rua&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Um povo imerso em doces sonhos enquanto descansa na cama,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Até que os pesadelos sobre mim começam a dançar em suas cabeças.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O tempo era propício, para um presente ou dois,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;E a névoa sobre a areia escondia um segredo, uma pista.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Como amantes que se encontram sob o brilhante visco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;O terror se prende abaixo deles esta noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;E o sangue corre vermelho sobre a antiga neve branca...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Enquanto em todas as casas brilham as luzes de Natal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma estrela arde a fogo lento na morte da noite,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quando o sino anuncia que já é meia-noite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sob a estrela, essa que brilha tanto,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desdobra-se o ato, para meu deleite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Na meia&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pendurada com tenro cuidado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Um mistério se oculta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma vela arde com um estranho brilho,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Enquanto se funde, a cera flui,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Agora meu último presente, um especial,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uma bengala de caramelo para um filho especial,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ele observa e guarda e conhece a terra,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas não o suficiente para evadir minha mão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Todas as façanhas estão já realizadas, o perdão é meu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;Enquanto duas pessoas compartilham um amor para sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27.75pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Garamond;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4315363646083374499?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4315363646083374499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4315363646083374499' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4315363646083374499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4315363646083374499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/crepsculo-antes-do-natal.html' title='CREPÚSCULO ANTES DO NATAL'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj5BhbcOpI/AAAAAAAAArA/DIvNroBJ-ZE/s72-c/MAGIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-514045253384024298</id><published>2009-01-22T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:51:10.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>VAMPIRA E DESEMPREGADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj3SbkDDXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9E6i_vLyA4c/s1600-h/vampira+e+desempregada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj3SbkDDXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9E6i_vLyA4c/s320/vampira+e+desempregada.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294253257982676338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Book Antiqua";  panose-1:2 4 6 2 5 3 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1027"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'position:absolute;" wrapcoords="4729 94 4218 282 2684 1409 2684 1597 3707 3099 2812 3850 2428 4226 2812 15120 1789 16623 -128 17750 -128 17937 2812 18125 2301 19628 1150 21130 767 21412 2556 21412 6391 21412 10736 21224 10992 21130 9841 20191 8947 19628 8691 16623 13164 15120 15082 13617 16615 12115 21472 11645 21600 11551 20450 10612 18021 9579 16615 9110 13292 7607 11631 6104 10353 4602 10736 3757 10097 2911 9714 2630 7285 1597 7030 470 6263 94 4729 94"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graciela\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.wmz" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 26pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vampira e Desempregada&lt;br /&gt; Mary Janice Davidson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Book Antiqua&amp;quot;; color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:bookman old style, new york, times, serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Essa série é  ótima, leve, engraçada, sem deixar de ser emocionante e hot. Acho que a maioria  vai gostar, porquê a Betsy é &lt;em&gt;mucho loca&lt;/em&gt;, e apesar de ter se  transformado na Rainha dos Vampiros, continua tão vaidosa e despreocupada quanto  antes! E tem o gostosão do Sinclair, seu apaixonado eterno... será que ela,  finalmente, vai entendê-lo? Aceitá-lo? &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/4234298783737637601-514045253384024298?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/514045253384024298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=514045253384024298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/514045253384024298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/514045253384024298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/vampira-e-desempregada.html' title='VAMPIRA E DESEMPREGADA'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXj3SbkDDXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/9E6i_vLyA4c/s72-c/vampira+e+desempregada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4664529021863976590</id><published>2009-01-22T18:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:35:36.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Série Wyndham'/><title type='text'>prisioneira do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXjyb8BuQBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aXD3kb9EtDg/s1600-h/LobosWyndham01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXjyb8BuQBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aXD3kb9EtDg/s320/LobosWyndham01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294247923757760530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Palatino Linotype";  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 5 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870009 1073741843 0 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Fontdinerdotcom Sparkly";  mso-font-alt:"Courier New";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:PT;  mso-fareast-language:PT;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 50pt;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prisioneira Do Amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Mary Janice Davidson     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1º Da Série Whyndham  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Palatino Linotype";  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 5 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870009 1073741843 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:PT;  mso-fareast-language:PT;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 1cm; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   Presa em um elevador, Jeannie Lawrence não estava disposta a experimentar o prazer pelas mãos de Michael Wyndham. Nunca esperou que esse homem diabolicamente atraente voltasse a aparecer em sua vida, ou que fosse um homem lobo! Aceitará ela seu destino de ser sua companheira?  &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/4234298783737637601-4664529021863976590?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4664529021863976590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4664529021863976590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4664529021863976590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4664529021863976590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/prisioneira-do-amor.html' title='prisioneira do amor'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXjyb8BuQBI/AAAAAAAAAqo/aXD3kb9EtDg/s72-c/LobosWyndham01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6890825131409857461</id><published>2009-01-22T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:01:32.728-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Série Wyndham'/><title type='text'>Monster love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiJd6pTB4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/UnUuTL-lXBY/s1600-h/MONTER+LOVE.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiJd6pTB4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/UnUuTL-lXBY/s320/MONTER+LOVE.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294132509025699714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Cheri Liney";  mso-font-alt:"Courier New";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Palatino Linotype";  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 5 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870009 1073741843 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1027"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:gray;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mary Janice Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:gray;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:36;color:gray;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Monster love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="Imagem_x0020_2" spid="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="carimbo espanhol" style="'position:absolute;left:0;text-align:left;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graciela\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="f"&gt;  &lt;w:wrap type="square" anchorx="margin" anchory="margin"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:18;"  lang="EN-US"&gt;Serie Lobos Wyndham 4,5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;"   lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Do Diário particular de Richard Will, Dez da Beacon Hill, Boston, Massachusetts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Tornar-me um vampiro foi o melhor que já me aconteceu. O melhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Por isso não entendo toda a literatura, onde os vampiros são geralmente estes companheiros mal-humorados que lamentam o dia em que eles foram mordidos, que rezam para que algum europeu analfabeto meta uma estaca em suas costelas. Lamentar esse dia? Se a multidão não tivesse queimado meu assassino na seguinte noite, eu teria beijado seu pés.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Teria beijado até seu traseiro!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;“Depois de tudo, o que havia ali para mim? Continuar com a fazenda quando meu pai morreu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:13;"&gt;Não, obrigado. A agricultura é um trabalho exaustivo por uma recompensa muito pequena, e até menos respeitada. Já me custou suportar estar no mesmo quarto com meu pai, quanto mais suportar trabalhar para ele o resto de minha vida. (Primeiro trabalhar e segundo beber, esse era o lema de meu querido e falecido papai.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 1cm; text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6890825131409857461?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6890825131409857461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6890825131409857461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6890825131409857461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6890825131409857461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/monster-love.html' title='Monster love'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiJd6pTB4I/AAAAAAAAAqg/UnUuTL-lXBY/s72-c/MONTER+LOVE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4334782642205017158</id><published>2009-01-22T10:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:53:56.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Série Wyndham'/><title type='text'>NÃO A NADA COMO UM HOMEM LOBO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiIevFnBII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rbEOEJOcQGI/s1600-h/n%C3%A3o+a+nada+como+um+homem+lobo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiIevFnBII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rbEOEJOcQGI/s320/n%C3%A3o+a+nada+como+um+homem+lobo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294131423591466114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: normal; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Serie Lobos Wyndham 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;NÃO A NADA COMO UM HOMEM LOBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MARY JANICE DAVIDSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Trata-se de luxúria? De amor? Tudo é possível ... pois não há nada  como um homem lobo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Drake Dragão é um médico um pouco diferente. Não é somente cego (a  maioria das pessoas nem percebe que é cego), mas também um homem lobo, e utiliza  seus sentidos para ajudar os pacientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Uma noite encontra uma jovem que o ajuda, mas não sabe o que  pensar, pois consegue realmente vê-la.  Não apenas sombras, pode mesmo dizer a  cor de seus olhos.  Isso nunca aconteceu antes.  Ele não é capaz de deixá-la  longe de sua vista, agora que pode vê-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Crescente Muhn esteve por conta própria há anos.  Não tem um lar,  é muito jovem e está habituada a fazer as coisas a sua maneira. E o pior de  tudo:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;ela é louca:&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;acha que pode voar. E fica  pulando de edifícios para provar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 21.3pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Tempus Sans ITC';font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Quando conhece Drake, sente-se atraída e vai morar com ele em uma  casa que é perfeita para&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;pular. Afinal, ela sabe que pode voar.   Isso só não aconteceu ainda, mas ela sabe que conseguirá.  O que vai pensar  Drake se souber o seu segredo?  O que vai pensar Crescente quando descobrir que  Drake é um homem lobo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4234298783737637601-4334782642205017158?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4334782642205017158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4334782642205017158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4334782642205017158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4334782642205017158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-nada-como-um-homem-lobo.html' title='NÃO A NADA COMO UM HOMEM LOBO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SXiIevFnBII/AAAAAAAAAqQ/rbEOEJOcQGI/s72-c/n%C3%A3o+a+nada+como+um+homem+lobo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4734430759990088673</id><published>2009-01-15T22:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:53:28.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Série Wyndham'/><title type='text'>SANTA CLAWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW_04niKcxI/AAAAAAAAApc/yY5zpbSVoy8/s1600-h/wyndham+04.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW_04niKcxI/AAAAAAAAApc/yY5zpbSVoy8/s320/wyndham+04.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291717340705747730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SÉRIE LOBOS WYNDHAN 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MARY JANICE DAVIDSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SANTA CLAWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  mso-font-alt:"Century Gothic";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Consolas;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:modern;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Arial Black";  panose-1:2 11 10 4 2 1 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  text-align:justify;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText  {mso-style-link:" Char Char3";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} span.CharChar3  {mso-style-name:" Char Char3";  mso-style-locked:yes;  mso-style-link:"Texto sem Formatação";  mso-ansi-font-size:10.5pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-ascii-font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-font-family:Consolas;  mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;  mso-no-proof:yes;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Um homem lobo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Wyndham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt; procura uma companheira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Uma desbocada, e rechonchuda membro do Exército de Salvação que cheira como pêssegos amadurecidos e tem olhos de cor chocolate Godiva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Depois que ele a resgata de uma intoxicação causada por algumas ostras estragadas, ela promete ficar toda a noite. Mas ele quer que fique para sempre.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4734430759990088673?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4734430759990088673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4734430759990088673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4734430759990088673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4734430759990088673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/srie-lobos-wyndhan-04-mary-janice.html' title='SANTA CLAWS'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW_04niKcxI/AAAAAAAAApc/yY5zpbSVoy8/s72-c/wyndham+04.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8612816146738502018</id><published>2009-01-14T20:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:31:43.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>VAMPIRA E SOLTEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW6ArhjPqyI/AAAAAAAAApE/eoCf-25YawE/s1600-h/rainha+betice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW6ArhjPqyI/AAAAAAAAApE/eoCf-25YawE/s320/rainha+betice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291308097435839266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;VAMPIRA E SOLTEIRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MARY JANICE DAVIDSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Betsy  acabou de sofrer um acidente,e acordou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bem,morta,ou melhor,não morta. Uma garota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bonita e vaidosa,ela tem dificuldades em entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o novo mundo no qual tem que viver... então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;conhece alguns amigos não-mortos,que querem ajudá-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e que também descobrem q ela, a danada da Betsy, pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ser a rainha profetisada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;há séculos atraz... e podera ajudalos a enfrentar um temível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; vampiro,do qual todos tem medo&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/4234298783737637601-8612816146738502018?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8612816146738502018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8612816146738502018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8612816146738502018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8612816146738502018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/vampira-e-solteira.html' title='VAMPIRA E SOLTEIRA'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW6ArhjPqyI/AAAAAAAAApE/eoCf-25YawE/s72-c/rainha+betice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5371766862918388853</id><published>2009-01-13T17:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:27:08.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>CARINHO PARA AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW0Gii_or_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/xFf7Y2utVcA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW0Gii_or_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/xFf7Y2utVcA/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290892327809232882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;CARINHO PARA AMIGOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carinho é fonte energética.&lt;br /&gt;Carinho é caminho de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Carinho nunca é demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A afetividade é importante, sim.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, como um ser humano ainda imperfeito,&lt;br /&gt;ainda aprendiz, pode bastar-se a si mesmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não, amigos, a individualidade, sem dúvida,&lt;br /&gt;é direito de cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas, em excesso, é egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Viemos aqui para aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aprendizagem é sinônimo de troca de experiências,&lt;br /&gt;troca de energia,&lt;br /&gt;troca de informações,&lt;br /&gt;troca de afeto,&lt;br /&gt;troca e troca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carinho é plumagem bonita,&lt;br /&gt;macia, gostosa de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Quem dá afeto se fortifica;&lt;br /&gt;quem o recebe se acalma,&lt;br /&gt;se tranqüiliza,&lt;br /&gt;se equilibra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carinho é sinônimo de amor,&lt;br /&gt;amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amor é bálsamo para a nossa condição de criança espiritual.&lt;br /&gt;Criança precisa de amor para crescer psicologicamente,&lt;br /&gt;afetivamente e fisicamente saudável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Criança precisa de apoio e de muita troca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Portanto, também nós precisamos de afeto.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueçam desse detalhe amigos:&lt;br /&gt;amor é fonte de energia, é vida, é crescimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Arial;" &gt;Dêem e aceitem todo o tipo de afeto com verdadeiro amor...&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/4234298783737637601-5371766862918388853?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5371766862918388853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5371766862918388853' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5371766862918388853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5371766862918388853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/carinho-para-amigos-carinho-fonte.html' title='CARINHO PARA AMIGOS'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SW0Gii_or_I/AAAAAAAAAo8/xFf7Y2utVcA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2721957000490836186</id><published>2009-01-13T08:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:08:59.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VAMPIROS'/><title type='text'>O Mistério de Ian Rufford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyP8TCfrQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3thpPwSJuM0/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyP8TCfrQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3thpPwSJuM0/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290761928319151362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O Mistério de Ian Rufford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Susan Squires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Egito,1818&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Prisioneiro do  deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ian Rufford foi capiturado, escravizado e depois bandonado nas solitárias dunas do deserto Egípicio. Seu algoz era uma mulher de incrível beleza, embora terrivelmente má.então, Ian passou a ansiar por uma morte que não viria.Somente depois de resgatado foi que ele percebeu que não era mais humano.Alguma coisa dentro dele havia mudado,embora Ian não conseguissse compreender o quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O lar  que Elizabeth  Rochewell conhecia era o Egito. Após a motte de seu pai, no entanto, ela foi enviada de volta a Londres, e a bordo do navio conheceu o misterioso Ian Rufford,por quem se sentiu imediatamente atraída. Mas aquele homem guardava um segredo chocante, do qual Elizabeth não poderia fazer nem mesmo a mais remota idéia.....&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/4234298783737637601-2721957000490836186?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2721957000490836186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2721957000490836186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2721957000490836186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2721957000490836186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-mistrio-de-ian-rufford.html' title='O Mistério de Ian Rufford'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyP8TCfrQI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3thpPwSJuM0/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8354489029564124933</id><published>2009-01-13T08:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T08:47:29.723-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Série Wyndham'/><title type='text'>A queda de Derik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyLBy6EI5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/xIH09Yp8xik/s1600-h/a+queda+de+derik.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyLBy6EI5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/xIH09Yp8xik/s320/a+queda+de+derik.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290756525214933906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Queda de Derik‏&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mary Janice Davidson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Série lobos  Wyndham 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PersonName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Palatino Linotype";  panose-1:2 4 5 2 5 5 5 3 3 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:roman;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-536870009 1073741843 0 0 415 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Calibri;  mso-font-alt:"Century Gothic";  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750139 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:Consolas;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:modern;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:-1610611985 1073750091 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin-top:0cm;  margin-right:0cm;  margin-bottom:10.0pt;  margin-left:0cm;  text-align:justify;  line-height:115%;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:11.0pt;  font-family:Calibri;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} p.MsoPlainText, li.MsoPlainText, div.MsoPlainText  {mso-style-link:" Char Char4";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-no-proof:yes;} span.CharChar4  {mso-style-name:" Char Char4";  mso-style-locked:yes;  mso-style-link:"Texto sem Formatação";  mso-ansi-font-size:10.5pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.5pt;  font-family:Consolas;  mso-ascii-font-family:Consolas;  mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-font-family:Consolas;  mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;  mso-fareast-language:EN-US;  mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;  mso-no-proof:yes;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quando inesperadamente se transforma &lt;st1:personname productid="em um Alpha" st="on"&gt;em  um Alpha&lt;/st1:personname&gt;, o homem lobo Derik Gardner sabe que tem que deixar sua manada, se permanecesse nela, seus instintos o levariam a brigar e matar o Alpha atual, que é seu melhor amigo. Quando um membro psíquico da manada proclama que se aproxima o fim do mundo a menos que alguém faça algo porque reencarnou Morgana O’Fay, a bruxa temida das lendas do Rei Artur. Derik se oferece voluntariamente para a missão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Dirige-se à Califórnia e ali fica atraído pela bela e inocente Doutora Sara Gunn que não entende porque as pessoas repentinamente querem matá-la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ela&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;é sua &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;companheira, Derik não sabe se isto é devido a sua má sorte ou às manipulações de Sara. Com a luxúria em seu cérebro, ele negocia com ela para levá-la em uma viagem através do país até Salem, com a intenção de descobrir a verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Enquanto que o metabolismo de Derik dói de tanta necessidade, Sara não pode ajudá-lo porque se vê afetada pela direta e impressionante paixão que ele causa nela. É uma viagem de distâncias e de descobrimento destas duas almas díferentes que encontram algo em comum: seu amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Poderão salvar o mundo e com isso seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoPlainText" style="text-indent: 1cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Palatino Linotype&amp;quot;; color: white;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-8354489029564124933?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8354489029564124933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8354489029564124933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8354489029564124933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8354489029564124933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/queda-de-derik.html' title='A queda de Derik'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWyLBy6EI5I/AAAAAAAAAoI/xIH09Yp8xik/s72-c/a+queda+de+derik.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5938892850185978225</id><published>2009-01-11T09:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:42:33.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILHA DONOVAN'/><title type='text'>CATIVADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn2iLLOW1I/AAAAAAAAAnk/kNWaiIQQZr0/s1600-h/nr-donovan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn2iLLOW1I/AAAAAAAAAnk/kNWaiIQQZr0/s320/nr-donovan1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290030304299211602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CATIVADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FAMILHA DONOVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRÓLOGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ela nasceu na mesma noite em que a Árvore da Bruxa caiu. Com o primeiro sopro de ar que aspirou, sentiu o gosto do poder, sua riqueza e o amargor Seu nascimento foi mais um elo numa corrente que atravessava os séculos, uma corrente muitas vezes enfeitada com o brilho do folclore e das lendas. Mas quando este brilho falso era extraído, a corrente mantinha-se firme, temperada com a força da verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Havia outros mundos, outros lugares onde aquele primeiro choro do nascimento foi celebrado. Muito além das vastas paisagens da costa de Monterey, onde o primeiro grito vigoroso da criança ecoou através da velha casa de pedras, a nova vida foi comemorada. Nos lugares secretos onde a magia ainda vicejava, nas remotas e verdejantes colinas da Irlanda, nas charnecas varridas pelo vento da Cornualha, nas profundezas das cavernas de Gales ao longo da costa rochosa da Bretanha, aquela doce canção da vida foi bem-vinda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;E a velha árvore, curvada e retorcida pelo tempo e pelo seu matrimônio com o vento, foi um silencioso sacrifício.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Com sua morte, e com a dor voluntária da mãe, uma nova feiticeira nasceu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Embora a escolha tivesse de ser dela, um dom, afinal, pode ser recusado, cultivado ou ignorado, permaneceria em muito como parte da criança e da mulher que ela se tornaria, como a cor dos olhos. Por enquanto ela era apenas um bebê, a visão ainda embaçada, os pensamentos ainda informes, sacudindo os pequenos punhos nervosos no ar até mesmo&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;quando seu pai ria e pousava o primeiro beijo em sua cabeça coberta pela leve penugem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sua mãe chorou quando a pequena sugou-lhe o seio. Chorou de alegria e tristeza. Já sabia que teria apenas aquela única filha para celebrar o amor e a união que compartilhava com seu marido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ela havia olhado, e&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;havia visto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Enquanto ninava a criança e cantava uma antiga canção, aquela mãe compreendeu que haveria lições a serem ensinadas e erros a serem cometidos. E compreendeu que um dia, não tão distante do agora, na imensa esfera das vidas, sua filha também iria procurar pelo amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ela esperava que dentre todos os dons que passaria adiante, dentre todas as verdades que lhe diria, sua filha compreendesse ao menos uma, a mais vital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;A magia mais pura está no coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-5938892850185978225?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5938892850185978225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5938892850185978225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5938892850185978225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5938892850185978225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/cativado.html' title='CATIVADO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn2iLLOW1I/AAAAAAAAAnk/kNWaiIQQZr0/s72-c/nr-donovan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2156697597144911241</id><published>2009-01-11T09:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:38:56.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILHA DONOVAN'/><title type='text'>FACINADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn1mneiXWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4EjirDU_M5k/s1600-h/nr-donovan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn1mneiXWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4EjirDU_M5k/s320/nr-donovan2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290029281104256354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FACINADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FAMILHA DONOVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRÓLOGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Desde muito cedo Sebastian percebeu seu poder. Aquilo que corria em seu sangue, transformando-o no que ele era, nunca precisou ser-lhe explicado. Nem precisaram lhe dizer que este era um dom que bem poucos possuíam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Ele podia ver.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;As visões nem sempre eram agradáveis, mas eram sempre fascinantes. Quando chegavam, mesmo quando chegaram a uma criança pequena, cujas pernas ainda nem se firmavam, ele as aceitava com a mesma facilidade com que aceitava o nascer do sol todas as manhãs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Muitas vezes sua mãe sentava-se no chão com ele, o rosto próximo do seu, 0s olhos perscrutando os dele. Mesclada com seu grande amor, havia a esperança de que Sebastian sempre aceitasse o dom, que jamais fosse ferido por ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Embora ela soubesse que não seria assim, nos dois aspectos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Quem é você? Ele podia ouvir seus pensamentos com tanta clareza como se ela· falasse em voz alta. Quem você será?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Havia perguntas que ele não podia responder. Mesmo então, já compreendera que era mais difícil enxergar dentro de si mesmo do que enxergar nas outras pessoas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo, seu dom não impediu as brincadeiras, as disputas e provocações com as primas mais novas. Embora com freqüência, com muita freqüência, ele tentasse ir além de seus limites e experimentasse sempre mais, isto não o impedia de desfrutar de uma casquinha de sorvete nas tardes de verão, nem de rir assistindo desenhos nas matinês de sábado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Sebastian era um menino normal, ativo e travesso, com uma aguçada e, às vezes, tortuosa inteligência, e um rosto notavelmente belo, realçado pelos hipnóticos olhos azul-acinzentados e pelos lábios cheios e de sorriso fácil.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Passou por todos os estágios que levam um menino na direção da masculinidade. Os joelhos esfolados e ossos quebrados, as pequenas e grandes rebeldias, o primeiro e excitante sorriso recebido de uma garota bonita. Como todas as crianças, tornou-se adulto, saiu do território de seus pais e criou o seu próprio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;E o poder cresceu, na mesma medida que ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Considerava sua vida como bem ajustada e confortável.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;E aceitava, como sempre fizera, o simples fato de que era um feiticeiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2156697597144911241?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2156697597144911241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2156697597144911241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2156697597144911241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2156697597144911241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/facinado.html' title='FACINADO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn1mneiXWI/AAAAAAAAAnc/4EjirDU_M5k/s72-c/nr-donovan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4960142764400711262</id><published>2009-01-11T09:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:34:53.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILHA DONOVAN'/><title type='text'>ENFEITIÇADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn0A6zctnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AWEmRnNEL0c/s1600-h/nr-donovan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn0A6zctnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AWEmRnNEL0c/s320/nr-donovan3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290027533945583218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;ENFEITIÇADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;FAMILHA DONOVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:PT;  mso-fareast-language:PT;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"   lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"   lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prólogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Negro como a noite, o lobo corria sob a lua cheia. Corria pelo seu prazer e solitário, através das árvores, das sombras escuras do bosque, da magia noturna.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;O vento marinho assobiava canções antigas, açoitava os pinheiros, enchia o ar com sua fragrância. Pequenas criaturas de olhos brilhantes se escondiam e olhavam a bala predadora que corria uivando através do nevoeiro que envolvia o solo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Sabia que eles estavam ali, podia cheirar, ouvir a batida temerosa de seus corações. Mas essa noite não estava atrás de caça, somente da própria noite. Não corria acompanhado, sua única parceira era a solidão. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Uma inquietude o consumia. Na procura de paz e sossego, o lobo conquistava o bosque, subia as colinas, rodeava os descampados, mas nada o aliviava nem o satisfazia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Quando o caminho começou a inclinar-se e as árvores se espaçarem, reduziu a velocidade e cheirou o ar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Tinha algo... algo que o seduzia e impulsionava a subir até as colinas&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;do Pacífico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;Subiu as rochas com decisão e aguçou a vista procurando, explorando. Ali, naquele ponto onde as ondas se quebravam e a lua brilhava branca e cheia, ergueu a cabeça e uivou. Ao mar, ao céu, à noite. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;À magia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;O som ressoou, expandiu-se, encheu a noite com sua pergunta, com um poder tão natural como respirar. E os sussurros que lhe responderam disseram que se aproximava uma mudança. Era o destino. De novo, o lobo de olhos dourados ergueu a cabeça e ouviu novamente. Queria saber mais, era importante. Em algum lugar do horizonte um relâmpago rompeu a noite com um reflexo branco e cegador. Depois, só um segundo mais tarde, pôde-se ouvir a resposta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;O amor se aproxima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A magia flutuou no ar, dançou sobre o mar a gargalhadas. O céu se encheu de estrelas. E o lobo observou, escutou. Inclusive quando regressou para as&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;espessas sombras do bosque, a resposta o perseguiu. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;"  lang="PT"&gt;O amor se aproxima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"   lang="PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A inquietude que o consumia lhe acelerou o coração, lançou-se disparado por entre as árvores, rasgando o nevoeiro a cada passo. O sangue fervia, virou à esquerda, para o suave brilho das luzes. A janela de um refúgio lhe dava as boas vindas. Os sussurros da noite emudeceram. Enquanto subia as escadas, uma nuvem branca o envolveu, resplandeceu uma luz azulada. E o lobo se converteu em homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4960142764400711262?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4960142764400711262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4960142764400711262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4960142764400711262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4960142764400711262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/enfeitiado-familha-donova-normal-0-21.html' title='ENFEITIÇADO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWn0A6zctnI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AWEmRnNEL0c/s72-c/nr-donovan3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8111772137703360128</id><published>2009-01-11T08:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:34:40.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILHA DONOVAN'/><title type='text'>ENCANTADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWnrvkfX9XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/j96RvGBE1X0/s1600-h/nr-donovan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWnrvkfX9XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/j96RvGBE1X0/s320/nr-donovan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290018439805007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;ENCANTADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;FAMILHA DONOVAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Century Gothic";  panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p.MsoBodyTextIndent, li.MsoBodyTextIndent, div.MsoBodyTextIndent  {margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  text-align:justify;  text-indent:19.85pt;  mso-pagination:none;  text-autospace:none;  font-size:12.0pt;  mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Century Gothic";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 19.85pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Resumo:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 19.85pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A enigmática curandeira Anastácia Donovan faria qualquer coisa para salvar a vida da filha do atraente Boone Sawyer! Mesmo que isso significasse ter de revelar seu segredo ao homem que conquistara seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-8111772137703360128?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8111772137703360128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8111772137703360128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8111772137703360128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8111772137703360128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/encantado-familha-donovan-normal-0-21.html' title='ENCANTADO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWnrvkfX9XI/AAAAAAAAAnM/j96RvGBE1X0/s72-c/nr-donovan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8103519311958476649</id><published>2009-01-09T20:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:34:08.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>SONHANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Quando fecho meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     posso sentir a maciez de teus lábios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     o cheiro de teu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     o calor de teus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     as batidas do teu coração dentro do meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     Só espero que ainda haja tempo para que tudo isso continue sendo um sonho      real e não se torne a lembrança de um amor inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     Beijos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     muitos beijos ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     de seu eterno amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;     Autor: Sandro de Mendonça &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/4234298783737637601-8103519311958476649?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8103519311958476649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8103519311958476649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8103519311958476649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8103519311958476649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonhando.html' title='SONHANDO'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2311893486440304052</id><published>2009-01-09T19:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:06:31.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#MENSAGENS'/><title type='text'>SALDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWfmTu7fFMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/r5nMCHzUvz8/s1600-h/ros003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWfmTu7fFMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/r5nMCHzUvz8/s320/ros003.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289449514059371714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWfmNt53fXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NE6qMb9pjIE/s1600-h/ros003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWfmNt53fXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/NE6qMb9pjIE/s320/ros003.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289449410704932210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" id="post-111"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensdeamor.org/saudade/quanto-tempo.html" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to Quanto tempo"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;QUANTO TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 46px; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="entry"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;corre contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;na esperança&lt;br /&gt;de que um dia&lt;br /&gt;ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;possa estar.&lt;br /&gt;Só vou te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;no dia em que&lt;br /&gt;meu coração parar,&lt;br /&gt;mas isso&lt;br /&gt;não quer dizer&lt;br /&gt;que não vou mais&lt;br /&gt;te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto tempo se passou …&lt;br /&gt;e saudades&lt;br /&gt;você me&lt;br /&gt;deixou .&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quando&lt;br /&gt;vou te ver,&lt;br /&gt;pois cada um tem seu tempo&lt;br /&gt;de não mais sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;Mas feliz eu fico,&lt;br /&gt;por saber&lt;br /&gt;que bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;de minha vida&lt;br /&gt;estive com [...]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;autor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-2311893486440304052?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2311893486440304052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2311893486440304052' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2311893486440304052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2311893486440304052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/saldades.html' title='SALDADES'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWfmTu7fFMI/AAAAAAAAAmk/r5nMCHzUvz8/s72-c/ros003.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-824460804408687661</id><published>2009-01-09T10:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:02:10.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>PRICEPE ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdmQwQ4tkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/82TWBXNaAQ4/s1600-h/CF-principesombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdmQwQ4tkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/82TWBXNaAQ4/s320/CF-principesombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289308725389604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PRICEPE ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ele chegou a ela na noite, um predador – força e poder marcando as suas feições. A sedução foi profunda e elementar. Ele tocou a sua alma e ela sentiu. A sua necessidade. A sua escuridão. A sua terrível solidão. Os sentidos femininos aguçaram-se e ela ansiou pela força predatória do seu corpo. Ardendo de desejo por ele. E ele apenas a tinha tocado com a mente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Ela chegou a ele ao por do sol. E conforme a besta surgia dentro dele, ameaçando consumi-lo por inteiro, ele exteriorizou o seu desespero de séculos num grito angustiado que preencheu a noite fria. E ela respondeu, um raio de luz, penetrando na escuridão. Um anjo formoso. A sua compaixão e coragem, a sua inocência, acordaram nele uma ternura à muito esquecida. Ele sabia que tinha de a possuir, pois apenas ela era capaz de domar o seu lado selvagem e de erguer a sombra escura da sua alma. Separados sentiam-se desesperados, vazios. Entrelaçados física e espiritualmente eles podiam curar-se um ao outro e assim viver uma eternidade de noites repletas de amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ESCRITO POR : SILMARA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&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/4234298783737637601-824460804408687661?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/824460804408687661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=824460804408687661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/824460804408687661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/824460804408687661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/pricepe-escuro-christine-feehan-ele.html' title='PRICEPE ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 01'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdmQwQ4tkI/AAAAAAAAAmU/82TWBXNaAQ4/s72-c/CF-principesombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2340825654693042591</id><published>2009-01-09T10:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:58:50.082-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>DESEJO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdkr7CY7YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/8Ad3cli0KWw/s1600-h/CF-desejosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdkr7CY7YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/8Ad3cli0KWw/s320/CF-desejosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289306993114803586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DESEJO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRITINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Batang;  panose-1:2 3 6 0 0 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:"Lingoes Unicode";  mso-font-charset:129;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 151388160 16 0 524288 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"Comic Sans MS";  panose-1:3 15 7 2 3 3 2 2 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:script;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@Batang";  panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:129;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-format:other;  mso-font-pitch:fixed;  mso-font-signature:1 151388160 16 0 524288 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-indent: 35.25pt; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Havia Sangue, um rio de sangue que emanava de seu interior. Havia dor, muito dor no que se achava imerso. Não terminaria alguma vez? Milhares de cortes, queimaduras, o constante som de uma risada mofando-se dele, lhe dizendo que aquilo continuaria por toda a eternidade. Não podia acreditar que estivesse tão indefeso, não podia acreditar que sua incrível força e seu magnífico poder se esgotaram, deixando reduzido a esse miserável estado. Enviou uma chamada mental atrás de outra de noite, mas nenhum dos de sua espécie veio a lhe ajudar. A agonia continuava, implacável. Onde estavam? Sua família? Seus amigos? Por que não vinham e acabavam com isto? Tinha sido uma conspiração? Tinham-no deixado deliberadamente em mãos destes açougueiros que usavam suas facas e tochas com tal deleite? Tinha sido alguém conhecido quem lhe tinha traído, mas sua memória estava curiosamente debilitada, apagando-se devido a interminável dor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-2340825654693042591?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2340825654693042591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2340825654693042591' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2340825654693042591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2340825654693042591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/desejo-escuro-crpatos-02.html' title='DESEJO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 02'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdkr7CY7YI/AAAAAAAAAmM/8Ad3cli0KWw/s72-c/CF-desejosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4502596466946914391</id><published>2009-01-09T10:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:51:50.110-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>OURO ESCURO - CARPATOS 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdjhsdwbdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/px-Fn2D_H6I/s1600-h/CF-ourosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdjhsdwbdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/px-Fn2D_H6I/s320/CF-ourosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305717892738514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OURO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Era um homem… ou um milagre? Alexandria Houton sacrificaria qualquer coisa até a própria vida para proteger o seu pequeno irmão órfão de pai e mãe. Mas quando se encontram com o mal absoluto nas brumas de S. Francisco, Alex apenas pode rezar pela sua salvação e liberdade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;E da escuridão sai Aidan Savage, uma criatura dourada mais misteriosa que qualquer outra criatura nocturna. O eterno anjo dourado salva-os de um destino hediondo. Mas Aidan é um milagre… ou um monstro? A salvação de Alex… ou o seu maior pecado? Se ela se render ao desejo selvagem de Aidan e lhe desse a luz pela qual ele anseia seria realmente possível que ele salvasse o seu irmão? Ou iria sacrificar algo mais que a sua vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESCRITO POR: SILMARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4502596466946914391?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4502596466946914391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4502596466946914391' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4502596466946914391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4502596466946914391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/ouro-escuro-carpatos-3_09.html' title='OURO ESCURO - CARPATOS 3'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdjhsdwbdI/AAAAAAAAAmE/px-Fn2D_H6I/s72-c/CF-ourosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-3331131119363643477</id><published>2009-01-09T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:46:51.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>MAGIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 04</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdi7rZvO5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ROqw6etmIzE/s1600-h/CF-magianegra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdi7rZvO5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ROqw6etmIzE/s320/CF-magianegra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289305064772418450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MAGIA ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A noite estava viva pulsando com o pulso de incontáveis multidões   . Caminhou entre eles, sem ser visto, indetectable, movendo-se com a fluida graça de um depredador da selva. Sua essência lhe invadia o nariz. Roupa perfumada. Doce. Xampu. Sabão. Álcool. Drogas. SIDA. O doce e insidioso aroma do sangue. Havia muita nesta cidade. Ganho, ovelha, presas. A cidade era a reserva de caça perfeito.  Mas se sentia bem esse dia, embora o sangue lhe sussurrava, lhe tentando com a promessa de força e poder, o sedutor frenesi da excitação, absteve-se de satisfazer seus desejos. depois de tantos séculos de caminhar pela terra, sabia que as promessas sussurradas estavam vazias. Já tinha uma força e poder enormes, e sabia que o frenesi, embora podia ser aditivo, era a mesma ilusão que proporcionavam as drogas nos humanos.  &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/4234298783737637601-3331131119363643477?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/3331131119363643477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=3331131119363643477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3331131119363643477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/3331131119363643477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/magia-escura-crpatos-04.html' title='MAGIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 04'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdi7rZvO5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ROqw6etmIzE/s72-c/CF-magianegra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8241261794795796382</id><published>2009-01-09T10:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:44:16.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>DESAFIO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdiPazOVUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mVOqpknKqio/s1600-h/CF-desafiosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdiPazOVUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mVOqpknKqio/s320/CF-desafiosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289304304401667394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DESAFIO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian Savage era de tez dourada. Poderoso. Mas atormentado. Pois o caçador caminhava sozinho. Sempre sozinho, afastado dos da sua espécie, até mesmo do seu gémeo Aidan. Como o seu nome expressa, a sua existência é selvagem. Até que encontre a mulher que jurou proteger… Quando Julian ouve Deseri a cantar, as cores do arco-iris explodem nos seus nervos. As emoções bombardeiam o seu coração endurecido. E uma fome escura de a possuir invade os seus sentidos, cegando para o perigo que o rodeia. E mesmo quando Desari lhe inflama o desejo, ela atreve-se a desafia-lo – com misteriosos e sem paralelos poderes femininos. Seria Desari mais do que uma companheira perfeita? Teria Julian encontrado a sua alma gémea.&lt;/b&gt;&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/4234298783737637601-8241261794795796382?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8241261794795796382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8241261794795796382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8241261794795796382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8241261794795796382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio-escuro-crpatos-05.html' title='DESAFIO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 05'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdiPazOVUI/AAAAAAAAAl0/mVOqpknKqio/s72-c/CF-desafiosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-531193954764279981</id><published>2009-01-09T10:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:40:36.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>FOGO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdhbXTOKUI/AAAAAAAAAls/L_jeV62WhqU/s1600-h/CF-fogosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdhbXTOKUI/AAAAAAAAAls/L_jeV62WhqU/s320/CF-fogosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303410108934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FOGO ESCURO&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Com lanterna e chave elétrica em mão, saiu arrastando-se de debaixo de um enorme ônibus turístico quando captou a primeira olhada dela. Era pequena, quase infanil. Ao princípio estava seguro de que era, no máximo, uma adolescente, vestida com calças de trabalho folgados, com um espesso cabelo avermelhado amarado trás em uma rabo-de-cavalo. Tinha a cara imunda, manchada de azeite e sujeira. Então se virou  levemente, e pôde ver seus peitos firmes e presionandos contra o fino Top de algodão sob o peitilho do macacão  de trabalho.  Darius a olhou fixamente, extasiado. Inclusive de noite seu cabelo vermelho ondulava como chamas. Poder dizer que seu cabelo era vermelho o aturdiu. Como sombrio, depredador e imortal homem dos Cárpatos que era, não tinha visto em cores, só em branco e negro, durante mais séculos dos que podia contar. &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/4234298783737637601-531193954764279981?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/531193954764279981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=531193954764279981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/531193954764279981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/531193954764279981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fogo-escuro-crpatos-06.html' title='FOGO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 06'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdhbXTOKUI/AAAAAAAAAls/L_jeV62WhqU/s72-c/CF-fogosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6476268252875329425</id><published>2009-01-09T10:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:33:38.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>SONHO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 07</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdfpjCAKgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nHCWeLF9RBw/s1600-h/CF-sonhosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdfpjCAKgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nHCWeLF9RBw/s320/CF-sonhosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289301454752852482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SONHO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A noite era negra, a lua e as estrelas embuçadas pelas negras nuvens que se reuniam  ameaçadoras no alto. Fios de negra e brilhante obsidiana que davam voltas e se formavam redemoinhos com uma  espécie de fúria, mas o vento permanecia imóvel. Os animais pequenos se acurrucaban em suas guaridas,  sob as pedras e lenhos cansados, farejando o humor da terra.  A névoa flutuava misteriosamente saindo do bosque, aferrava-se aos troncos das árvores  fazendo que parecessem surgir da névoa. Largas e enormes bandas de brilhante branco. Redemoinhos e  prismas de brilhantes cores opacas. deslizavam-se através do céu, vagando dentro e fora da cobertura  aérea uma enorme coruja rodeava a enorme casa de pedra construída no alto dos escarpados. &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/4234298783737637601-6476268252875329425?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6476268252875329425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6476268252875329425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6476268252875329425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6476268252875329425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/sonho-escuro-crpatos-07.html' title='SONHO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 07'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdfpjCAKgI/AAAAAAAAAlc/nHCWeLF9RBw/s72-c/CF-sonhosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5772519982943225606</id><published>2009-01-09T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:29:18.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>LENDA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdevsCD-wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6UUeMUVHvUM/s1600-h/CF-LendaSombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdevsCD-wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6UUeMUVHvUM/s320/CF-LendaSombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289300460736609026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LENDA ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 21pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Desorientado, despertou profundamente enterrado na terra. A primeira sensação que sentiu foi a fome. Não era uma fome ordinária, a não ser uma que retorcia as vísceras, uma necessidade que arrepiava a pele. Estava faminto. Cada célula de seu corpo exigia nutrição. ficou ali em silêncio enquanto a fome lhe roía como se de um rato se tratasse. Atacava não só seu corpo, mas também também sua mente lhe fazendo temer por todos outros, humanos e Cárpatos por igual. Temer por si mesmo. Temer por sua alma. Esta vez a escuridão se estava estendendo rápida e sua alma estava em perigo.  &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/4234298783737637601-5772519982943225606?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5772519982943225606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5772519982943225606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5772519982943225606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5772519982943225606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/lenda-escura-crpatos-08.html' title='LENDA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 08'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdevsCD-wI/AAAAAAAAAlU/6UUeMUVHvUM/s72-c/CF-LendaSombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6063236825139540464</id><published>2009-01-09T10:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:25:49.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>GUARDIÃO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdd0NX3uPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i-6QvXOYt0A/s1600-h/CF-guardiaosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdd0NX3uPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i-6QvXOYt0A/s320/CF-guardiaosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289299438894299378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GUARDIÃO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;PREFACIO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0cm 3pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lucian&lt;br /&gt;Walachia, 1400  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;O povo era muito pequeno para resistir contra o exército que avançava tão velozmente para eles. Nada detinha o passo dos Turcos Turcos. Tudo o que encontraram em seu caminho tinha sido destruído, todo mundo assassinado, cruelmente assassinado. Os corpos eram empalados em estacas afiadas e abandonados para que os carroñeros terminassem com eles. Corriam rios de sangue. Ninguém se salvava, nem sequer os meninos mais pequenos ou os mais anciões. Os invasores queimavam, torturavam e mutilavam, deixando atrás só ratos, fogo e morte.  O povo estava estranhamente silencioso; nem sequer um menino se atrevia a chorar. A gente só podia olhá-los uns aos outro com desespero e tristeza. Não haveria ajuda, nem forma de deter a massacre. Cairia como tinham cansado todos os povos antes que eles ante esse terrível inimigo. Eram muitos poucos e tinham sozinho arma de camponeses para lutar contra o avanço das hordas. Estavam indefesos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6063236825139540464?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6063236825139540464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6063236825139540464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6063236825139540464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6063236825139540464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/guardio-escuro-crpatos-09.html' title='GUARDIÃO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 09'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdd0NX3uPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/i-6QvXOYt0A/s72-c/CF-guardiaosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2745012820852038813</id><published>2009-01-09T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:26:27.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>SINFONIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdbe6Q_S5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/TTVRBtOOCJ0/s1600-h/CF-sinfoniasombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdbe6Q_S5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/TTVRBtOOCJ0/s320/CF-sinfoniasombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289296873964653458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SINFONIA ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 35.25pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: gray;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A névoa espessa tendia sua mão sobre o céu, afogando todo os sons. Afogando o som da conspiração. Do crime que espreita nas sombras da noite. De intenções escuras e malignas ocultas nos redemoinhos da bruma esbranquiçada e na mais negra penumbra. A névoa era a cobertura perfeita para o depredador, que sulcava os céus silenciosamente em busca de sua presa. Tinha passado muito tempo sozinho, longe de seus semelhantes, lutando contra a insidiosa chamada do poder, a chamada do mal que lhe sussurrava ao ouvido cada minuto da vigília.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-2745012820852038813?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2745012820852038813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2745012820852038813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2745012820852038813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2745012820852038813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/sinfonia-escura-crpatos-11.html' title='SINFONIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 10'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdbe6Q_S5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/TTVRBtOOCJ0/s72-c/CF-sinfoniasombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-7173085018968946007</id><published>2009-01-09T10:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:12:17.615-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>DECIDA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWda0-DRm5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/toto6w2rnF0/s1600-h/CF-descidasombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWda0-DRm5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/toto6w2rnF0/s320/CF-descidasombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289296153426369426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DECIDA ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.25pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nervuras de relâmpagos iluminavam as nuvens, látegos dançantes de branca energia iluminando o céu de meia-noite. A terra retumbou e se retorceu, instável e hesitante enquanto a criatura se abria caminho através do chão até alcançar o ar, sujando instantaneamente a cada criatura vivente que tocava. Saiu murcha e enegrecida. O ar vibrou com alarme. O vampiro se colocou sobre a terra, girando a cabeça de um lado a outro, escutando, esperando, sua ardilosa mente corria, seu podre coração pulsava com uma mescla de triunfo e medo. Ele era a presa, e sabia que o caçador não estava muito longe a suas costas, justo sobre sua pista, dirigindo-se diretamente ao coração da armadilha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-7173085018968946007?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/7173085018968946007/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=7173085018968946007' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7173085018968946007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/7173085018968946007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/decida-escura-crpatos-11.html' title='DECIDA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 11'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWda0-DRm5I/AAAAAAAAAk8/toto6w2rnF0/s72-c/CF-descidasombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-8192066212248267014</id><published>2009-01-09T10:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:09:21.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>MELODIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdZ6kWIFVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/USKkOfnGPYE/s1600-h/CF-Melodiasombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdZ6kWIFVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/USKkOfnGPYE/s320/CF-Melodiasombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289295150093702482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MELODIA ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; A necessidade se arrastava atravessando seu corpo e pulsava com ritmo em sua mente. A música rugia e bramava, enchendo o enorme bar, uma melodia estranha e compeledora tão escura e atraente como ele. As notas eram arrancadas das profundidades de sua alma, surgindo através de seus dedos até o violão embalado entre seus braços como se embala a uma mulher. A música era uma das poucas coisas que lhe recordavam que estava vivo e que não era um dos não–mortos.  Podia sentir as olhadas, embora nunca elevava a vista. Podia ouvir a respiração da multidão, o ar movendo-se através de pulmões com a força de um trem de mercadorias. Ouvia o fluxo e vazante do sangue nas veias, chamando, uma suave sedutora, tentado seus sentidos até que seu desejo era uma obsessão tão escura e implacável como a sombra que atravessava sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/4234298783737637601-8192066212248267014?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/8192066212248267014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=8192066212248267014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8192066212248267014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/8192066212248267014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/melodia-escura-crpatos-12.html' title='MELODIA ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 12'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdZ6kWIFVI/AAAAAAAAAk0/USKkOfnGPYE/s72-c/CF-Melodiasombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-2712150791063282135</id><published>2009-01-09T09:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:54:49.636-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>DESTINO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdWV8mOjYI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fx5hEdQItKw/s1600-h/CF-destinosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdWV8mOjYI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fx5hEdQItKw/s320/CF-destinosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289291222413643138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DESTINO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:ES;  mso-fareast-language:ES;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;          Ela despertou sabendo que era uma assassina e que mataria novamente. Era a única razão pela qual continuava sua existência. Era para o que vivia. Para matar. Dor e fome se arrastavam por seu corpo interminavelmente, implacavelmente. Estava muito quieta com a terra a seu redor e com o olhar para o céu noturno infestado de estrelas. Havia um frio penetrante. Ela estava fria, o sangue que fluía por suas veias era como água gelada, como ácido, de tão frio.  - Se me chamar a  você. Não sentirá mais frio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -7.5pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 27pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/4234298783737637601-2712150791063282135?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/2712150791063282135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=2712150791063282135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2712150791063282135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/2712150791063282135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/destino-escuro-crpatos-13.html' title='DESTINO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 13'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdWV8mOjYI/AAAAAAAAAks/Fx5hEdQItKw/s72-c/CF-destinosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-1401888211840274227</id><published>2009-01-09T09:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:55:10.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>FOME ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdR71HxGHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sWQG88mUEDY/s1600-h/CF-fomesombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdR71HxGHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sWQG88mUEDY/s320/CF-fomesombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289286375683725426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FOME ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Juliette irrompeu nas instalações do Centro Morrison no meio  da selva  com a intenção de libertar os animais cativos ali e submetidos a todo tipo de torturas. O que não esperava era encontrar a um homem igualmente torturado e quase morto que beberia seu sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-1401888211840274227?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/1401888211840274227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=1401888211840274227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1401888211840274227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/1401888211840274227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/fome-escura-crpatos-14.html' title='FOME ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 14'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdR71HxGHI/AAAAAAAAAkk/sWQG88mUEDY/s72-c/CF-fomesombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-6838112687707894956</id><published>2009-01-09T09:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:55:27.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>SEGREDO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdN4jNC2uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/j4NBpFCWWpw/s1600-h/CF-segredosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdN4jNC2uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/j4NBpFCWWpw/s320/CF-segredosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289281921287903970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEGREDO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; &lt;style&gt; v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);} .shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PersonName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Verdana;  panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:swiss;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:shapelayout ext="edit"&gt;   &lt;o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"&gt;  &lt;/o:shapelayout&gt;&lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 30pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:150pt;"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\Graciela\CONFIG~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PREFACIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 30pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;- Vamos, Colby. - chiou o Xerife Ben Lassiter, sentindo-se como um parvo correndo junto ao trator. - Tem que ser razoável. Baixe essa maldita coisa e me escute uma vez em sua vida. Está sendo teimosa!  O antigo trator se bamboleava pelo terreno, lançando nuvens de poeirenta terra sobre o imaculado uniforme do Ben. Colby esperou até que ele estivese  totalmente sem fôlego e em completa desvantagem antes de desligar o trator e sentar-se olhando para o campo. Muito lentamente se tirou as luvas de trabalho de pele.  - Estes me cansando destas visitas, Ben. Você de que lado está, de todos os modos? Conhece-me. Conhecia meu pai. A família Chevez não pertence a este lugar e certamente não têm direito a tentar me obrigar a lhes entregar a meu irmão e minha irmã.  Ben se sacudiu o pó que lhe cobria, chiando os dentes com frustração. Tomou vários profundos fôlegos antes de responder.  - Não digo que esteja bem, Colby, mas a família Chevez tem aos irmãos Da Cruz de sua parte, o que significa um montão de dinheiro e poder. Não pode lhes ignorar sem mais. Não vão largar se. Tem que falar com eles ou vão levar te aos tribunais. A gente como os irmãos Da Cruz não perdem nos tribunais. - Levantou as mãos para agarrar sua pequena cintura antes de que pudesse saltar do trator por si mesmo. Resistindo a urgência de sacudi-la para lhe inculcar um pouco de sentido comum, baixou-a com facilidade, retendo-a durante um momento. - Tem que fazê-lo, Colby. Digo-o a sério, carinho, não posso te proteger dessa gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-6838112687707894956?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/6838112687707894956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=6838112687707894956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6838112687707894956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/6838112687707894956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/segredo-escuro-christine-feehan-v.html' title='SEGREDO ESCURO - CÁRPATOS 15'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdN4jNC2uI/AAAAAAAAAkU/j4NBpFCWWpw/s72-c/CF-segredosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-9124487863395765960</id><published>2009-01-09T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:55:52.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>DEMÔNIO ESCURO- CÁRPATOS 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdL5npDH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/yMo3gIg2BEc/s1600-h/CF-demoniosombrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdL5npDH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/yMo3gIg2BEc/s320/CF-demoniosombrio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289279740635717602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DEMÔNIO ESCURO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Desde que se consegue lembrar, Natalya sempre lutou com demónios: primeiro em forma de pesadelos infantis, e depois mais tarde contra criaturas imortais que caçam e matam os inocentes – incluindo o seu próprio irmão gémeo. Sejam cárpatos ou vampiros, ela caça todos os que matam pela noite dentro e não têm quem a iguale nesse papel – até que é seduzida por aquele a quem considera um inimigo…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:small;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Como cárpato que já viu de tudo na sua existência eterna, Vikirnoff pensava que já não poderia ser surpreendido – até que encara a mulher cujas capacidades rivalizam com as suas na caça aos vampiros… Uma guerreira formidável e dotada por seu direito próprio, Natalya tem uma natureza que é estranhamente familiar – e no entanto distante – à sua própria. Quem será esta estranha mulher que não teme ninguém – nem sequer a ele? Natalya pode ser a chave para a sobrevivência dos cárpatos, mas Vikirnoff apenas tem uma certeza… ela é a chave para o seu coração e alma…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;RESENHA ESCRITA POR: SILMARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/4234298783737637601-9124487863395765960?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/9124487863395765960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=9124487863395765960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9124487863395765960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/9124487863395765960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/demnio-escuro-crpatos-16.html' title='DEMÔNIO ESCURO- CÁRPATOS 16'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdL5npDH-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/yMo3gIg2BEc/s72-c/CF-demoniosombrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-5237851716992674793</id><published>2009-01-09T09:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:09.701-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>CELEBRAÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdKnEooVEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l_7oETY8KoE/s1600-h/CF-celebracaosombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdKnEooVEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l_7oETY8KoE/s320/CF-celebracaosombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289278322489447490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CELEBRAÇÃO ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Numa época festiva de Natal, os Cárpatos espalhados pelo mundo decidem juntar-se ao seu príncipe nesta celebração e assim unir as suas forças, as suas almas e os seus poderes de modo a introduzir um pouco de luz na escuridão que se adivinha perto, mesmo com a proximidade cada vez mais perto dos seus inimigos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pela primeira vez em séculos de existência, os habitantes lendários das montanhas cárpatos reuniem-se para uma celebração sensual e bem humorada de exibição de personalidades tão diferentes e com objectivos tão comuns.&lt;/b&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/4234298783737637601-5237851716992674793?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/5237851716992674793/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=5237851716992674793' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5237851716992674793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/5237851716992674793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/celebrao-escura-crpatos-17.html' title='CELEBRAÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 17'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdKnEooVEI/AAAAAAAAAkE/l_7oETY8KoE/s72-c/CF-celebracaosombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-32062333985998796</id><published>2009-01-09T08:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:30.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>POSSEÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdH8Efoc4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/DH-UYUnWTbw/s1600-h/CF-possessaosombria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdH8Efoc4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/DH-UYUnWTbw/s320/CF-possessaosombria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275384694076290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;POSSEÇÃO ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PersonName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 4.5pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Manolito De La Cruz despertou em baixo da Terra escura com seu coração batendo, lágrimas listrando seu rosto e o pesar o subjugando. Uma mulher está desesperada seu grito ecoado em sua alma, rasgando ele, repreendendo ele, desenhando ele em volta da extremidade de um grande precipício. E ele estava sofrendo fome.  Toda célula em seu corpo almejou sangue. A fome ajuntando nele com garras impiedosas até uma névoa vermelha cobrir sua visão e sua pulsação martelando com a necessidade de alimento imediato. Desesperado, ele esquadrinhou a área acima de seu lugar de descanço para a presença de inimigos e,não achando nenhum, estoure pelas camadas ricas de terra, no ar, seu coração que troveja em suas orelhas.  &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/4234298783737637601-32062333985998796?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/32062333985998796/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=32062333985998796' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/32062333985998796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/32062333985998796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/posseo-escura-crpatos-18.html' title='POSSEÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 18'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdH8Efoc4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/DH-UYUnWTbw/s72-c/CF-possessaosombria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234298783737637601.post-4567566322600366607</id><published>2009-01-09T08:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:56:48.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#CÁRPATOS'/><title type='text'>MALDIÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdGo-pxTxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u8QC3OHNkhI/s1600-h/Crpatos19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdGo-pxTxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u8QC3OHNkhI/s320/Crpatos19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289273957196844818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;MALDIÇÃO ESCURA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTINE FEEHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:hyphenationzone&gt;21&lt;/w:HyphenationZone&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;           O frio devia ter feito seu calafrio, mas era medo, osso terrível-gelando medo que ocupou Lara,  Causando tais tremores que eles eram impossíveis controlar. Ela se amontoou no chão da caverna de gelo, estudando  As paredes de sua prisão. O gelo era bonito, paredes espessas e azuis com enforcamento de formações surpreendente de  O teto e subindo do chão gosta de uma floresta de cristal multicor. Ela curvou abaixo, assistindo as luzes chamejam através do gelo—criando reluzindo, deslumbrando exibições nas paredes. O tempo todo, sua batida de coração  Muito rápida e ela sufocou em terror nascente.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234298783737637601-4567566322600366607?l=anjoescarlate.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/feeds/4567566322600366607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4234298783737637601&amp;postID=4567566322600366607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4567566322600366607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4234298783737637601/posts/default/4567566322600366607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anjoescarlate.blogspot.com/2009/01/maldio-escura-crpatos-19.html' title='MALDIÇÃO ESCURA - CÁRPATOS 19'/><author><name>ANJOESCARLATE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15216898221180490018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SmZBRhDXJGI/AAAAAAAABBc/zmhZwGmgBuw/S220/Zgd33j5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3TCvd3BAySI/SWdGo-pxTxI/AAAAAAAAAj0/u8QC3OHNkhI/s72-c/Crpatos19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
