Conclave

Conclave

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Overview

Un suspense haletant qui nous ouvre les portes de l'élection la plus secrète du monde.
Le pape est mort.
Derrière les portes closes de la chapelle Sixtine, cent dix-huit cardinaux venus des quatre continents vont participer à l'élection la plus secrète qui soit.
Ce sont tous des hommes de foi. Mais ils ont des ambitions. Et ils ont des rivaux.
En secret, les alliances se préparent.
Ce n'est plus qu'une question d'heures... L'un de ces cardinaux va devenir la figure spirituelle la plus puissante au monde. Sur la place Saint-Pierre, deux cent cinquante mille chrétiens attendent de voir la fumée blanche apparaître...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9782259259620
Publisher: Place des éditeurs
Publication date: 06/08/2017
Sold by: EDITIS - EBKS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 254
Sales rank: 866,783
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

ROBERT HARRIS is the author of ten best-selling novels: Fatherland, Enigma, Archangel, Pompeii, Imperium, The Ghost Writer, Conspirata, The Fear Index, An Officer and a Spy, and Dictator. Several of his books have been adapted to film, most recently The Ghost Writer, directed by Roman Polanski. His work has been translated into thirty-seven languages. He lives in the village of Kintbury, England, with his wife, Gill Hornby.

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Copyright  © 2016 Robert Harris
At 6:30 a.m., the alarm sounded throughout the Casa Santa Marta—a clanging seminary bell. Lomeli opened his eyes. He was curled up on his side. He felt groggy, raw. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, only that it couldn’t have been for more than an hour or two. The sudden remembrance of all he had to do in the coming day passed over him like a wave of nausea, and for a while he lay unable to move. Normally his waking routine was to meditate for fifteen minutes then rise and say his morning prayers. But on this occasion, when at last he managed to summon the will to put his feet to the floor, he went directly into the bathroom and ran a shower as hot as he could bear. The water scourged his back and shoulders. He twisted and turned beneath it and cried out in pain. Afterwards he rubbed away the moisture on the mirror and surveyed with disgust his raw and scalded skin. My body is clay, my good fame a vapour, my end is ashes.
Zanetti stood in front of him and reached up to place upon his head the tall mitre of white watered silk. The priest stepped back a pace to check it was correctly aligned, squinted, came forward again and altered it by a millimetre, then walked behind Lomeli and tugged down the ribbons at the back and smoothed them. It felt alarmingly precarious. Finally he gave him the crozier. Lomeli lifted the golden shepherd’s crook a couple of times in his left hand, testing the weight. You are not a shepherd, a familiar voice whispered in his head. You are a manager. He had a sudden urge to give it back, to tear off the vestments, to confess himself a fraud and disappear. He smiled and nodded. “It feels good,” he said. “Thank you.”
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