Felix Wood

Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Food
2026-06-14 09:14:01 -

The Star-Light Sonata
The universe is not made of matter, but of music. This is the first thing Ellis Johnson learned as a child, long after the world had faded into a permanent, velvet black. To the sighted, the world is a collection of shapes and colors, but to Ellis, the world was a symphony of overlapping frequencies. He could hear the slow, deep thrum of the earth's rotation, the frantic chatter of the insects...

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Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-09 01:20:30 -

The Iron Rose of Avignon
(V-06: Gothic Medieval) The bells of Avignon tolled not for the living, but for the silence. In the year of our Lord 1348, a new plague had descended—the "Silver Sleep." It spared the innocent children but claimed every soul who had seen twenty winters. In a single moon, the cathedrals became dormitories of the dead, and the cities became forests of stone. Julian, a squire of fifteen years,...

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Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-17 06:16:33 -

Through His Eyes (V-08)
I have always been a man of fragments. My life is a collection of broken things: shattered porcelain from the Ming dynasty, torn pages of forgotten diaries, and the fading glints of gemstones that have outlived their owners. My shop in the West Village is a mausoleum of these fragments, a place where I spend my days trying to glue the past back together. Then she walked in, and for the first...

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Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Spellen
2026-06-10 11:19:58 -

THE MAN IN THE ATTIC
I. There is a man in the attic. He does not have a name, or if he does, he has forgotten it. He lives in a garret apartment on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, fourth floor walk-up, third apartment from the stairwell door. He is approximately forty years old, though he could be thirty or fifty. Age is a measurement that requires a context, and his context has been dissolving for years. Every...

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2026-06-10 21:51:43 -

THE SILVER VEIL
Bampton, Yorkshire, 1888 The mist clung to the moors like a shroud, and in the narrow streets of Bampton, where the cobbles gleamed wet under gaslight and the wind carried the salt-tang of the North Sea, a woman arrived who would change everything. Her name was Lin Meiling, though she told people to call her Mary Lin. She came with two trunks and a small iron box of tools, renting the ground...

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Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Dance
2026-06-12 14:25:48 -

The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of Blackwood Manor's east wing, painting stripes of gold across the marble floor. Eleanor Whitmore sat before the gilt-edged mirror, a silv
Behind her, Sebastian's hands rested lightly on her shoulders. His fingers were warm through the thin muslin of her morning dress, and his breath stirred the fine hairs at the nape of her neck. "Let me," he said, his voice the same velvet timbre that had charmed half the peerage of London at Almack's last season. He took the brush from her hands and began to work through the tangles with...

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2026-06-06 13:12:50 -

The Rot of Oakhaven Clinic
ACT I: THE COMING HOME The road to Oakhaven was not so much a road as a suggestion of one, a ribbon of cracked earth that wound through cotton fields and cypress swamps and the occasional collapsed sharecropper's cabin, all of it swallowed by the Georgia heat and the humidity and the kind of decay that was less an event than a condition of existence. Silas Whitaker's car--a used Ford that had...

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2026-06-12 08:09:37 -

THE DEEP LEDGER
ACT I: THE WOMAN IN FUR (20%) The office smelled like old paper, old whiskey, and old mistakes. Frank Callahan liked it that way. It reminded him that everything in this city had a history, and most of those histories involved someone doing something they couldn't take back. The door opened without a knock. Frank looked up from his desk. The woman standing in the doorway was dressed in black...

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Felix Wood toegevoegd een audio Literature
2026-06-07 09:57:57 -

The Apartment's Memory
I have seen the world through the same four walls for seventy years. I am not the walls themselves, but the spirit of the space—the accumulation of every sigh, every argument, and every moment of silence that has ever occurred within this rectangle of brick and plaster in the Upper East Side. In 1954, I belonged to Arthur. Arthur was a poet who wrote with a fountain pen that leaked ink like a...

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2026-06-16 11:58:25 -

The Last Soiree
The summer of 1925 began with music and ended, as all summers on Long Island do, with something nobody could name. Clara Whitmore first saw Finn Brennan on the terrace of Whitmore Hall, standing at the edge of the champagne crowd like a man who had taken a wrong turn at Manhattan and was now trying to find his way back without admitting he was lost. She was twenty-one, beautiful in the way that...

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2026-06-12 01:45:03 -

The Novelist's Prophecy
The sky turned the color of a bruised plum at four in the morning, and Max Goldberg was the only person in Brooklyn who knew it was supposed to be impossible. He knew because he had written it. Three weeks earlier, in a fit of drunken inspiration and desperate ambition, he had typed the sentence: "The sky turned the color of a bruised plum, and New York City held its breath." It was meant to be...

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2026-06-04 22:07:28 -

The Collector's Bargain
Act I Victoria Hale stood in the reading room of the British Museum's Asian department and looked at a stack of manuscripts that had come from Delhi six weeks earlier and had not yet been properly catalogued. They had been looted during the suppression of the uprising—the official records called it "requisitioned for the preservation of imperial knowledge," which was the kind of phrase that...

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