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“Madge s'approcha du buffet, où trônaient une cruche et des bols. Les yeux fixés au mur, elle enchaîna : "Voulez-vous savoir le plus étrange ? Après leur mort, je ne pouvais plus réciter le Notre Père... Fiat voluntas tua : 'Que votre volonté soit faite.' Ces mots, je les comprends, ajouta-t-elle la gorge nouée ; mon père m'a appris le latin. J'étais incapable de les prononcer ! Dieu m'avait enlevé ma famille. La torture était suffisante sans que j'y rajoute de mon propre chef celle de l'approuver." Ses yeux s'embuèrent de larmes au souvenir de cette terrible épreuve. "Je n'avais pas envie que la volonté de Dieu s'accomplisse ; je voulais retrouver mes enfants. 'Que votre volonté soit faite !' A la fin de la prière, je ne pouvais me résoudre à dire : 'Ainsi soit-il', quitte à aller en enfer.”

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Book:World Without End
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World Without End

This historical novel is a sequel to Ken Follett's 'The Pillars of the Earth' and continues the story of Kingsbridge, a fictional town in England. The book delves into the lives of the descendants of the characters from the first novel, intertwining their fates with the broader historical events of the period. It is known for its intricate plot and richly detailed portrayal of medieval society. more

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Ken Follett
Ken Follett

Ken Follett is a renowned British author born on June 5, 1949. His works are known for their historical settings and intricate character relationships, which have won him a wide readership. more

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