
LES AVENTURIERS DE LA MER TOME 3 : OR OU SANG
Hobb Robin
SOLEIL
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Sous le nom de Ath et déguisée en mousse, Althéa a retrouvé du travail sur un navire abattoir qui fait voile vers le Nord. Les conditions sont dures, mais elle est prête à tout pour obtenir la fameuse étiquette de marin, afin de pouvoir récupérer son navire. A Jamaillia, Hiémain est condamné à être vendu comme esclave. Fier et obstiné, il se refuse pourtant à faire appel à son père. De son côté, Kennit poursuit son rêve : devenir le premier capitaine pirate d'une Vivenef...
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| Nombre de pages | 48 |
|---|---|
| Date de parution | 23/03/2016 |
| Poids | 540g |
| Largeur | 234mm |
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| EAN | 9782302050495 |
|---|---|
| Titre | LES AVENTURIERS DE LA MER TOME 3 : OR OU SANG |
| Auteur | Hobb Robin |
| Editeur | SOLEIL |
| Largeur | 234 |
| Poids | 540 |
| Date de parution | 20160323 |
| Nombre de pages | 48,00 € |
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