Edward Plunkett, better known as Lord Dunsany, published this tale of the Wild Things in 1908. In this story one of the creatures desires to obtain a soul in order to partake in the joy of human music and worship, which she can't experience without it.
This is a happy, feel-good tale by Lord Dunsany aka Edward Plunkett, the 18th Baron of Dunsany. Read by award-winning narrator Mike Vendetti, the wild things take you into their world.
Tom of the Roads didn't have a last name - for who his father was he had no knowledge of, but only dark suspicions, like his three friends Joe,Will, and the gypsy Puglioni. But even though they did not know their fathers, it could be said that truer friends the well-bred never had. For the three friends, Joe, Will, and the gypsy Puglioni, braved not only the wrath of the king's men, but also whatever one may come face-to-face with in the darkness a little after midnight about the gallows tree where hung Tom, to free his soul, and give him a "proper burial".
The Ghosts begins as straightforward haunted house story, one coming out of the Gothic tradition. Our hero, a skeptic, is staying with his brother at an ancient baronial estate. There, he argues with his brother about the existence of ghosts, and what sorts of evidence for their existence would be acceptable. Then, in order to make his point, he proceeds to induce in himself a ghostly experience by means darkness, drugs, and deprivation.
Anyone who has to spend the better part of his days chained to a routine job in our workaday world will appreciate the sorcery that captured the heart of Mr. Sladden. That gentleman's experience in finding a private peep-hole out of this world is one we all may envy.
Travel along as award-winning audiobook narrator Mike Vendetti and Edward Plunkett, 18th Baron of Dunsany, better known as Lord Dunsany take us on a trip an early 20th century stoner.
Lord Dunsany mixes reality with fantasy in this forgotten collection of modern detective stories. Some are macabre, others have a lighter and more amusing touch, but every story stimulates the imagination and reveals the acknowledged master of the short story at his very best.
Der Erzähler sitzt im November in einem Londoner Club. Ein Bekannter erzählt von seiner Reise in den Orient.
Here is a very short, a very slight sort of tale which may yet manage to hold either a very big ghost or a very potent allegory. Lord Dunsany penned this sometime about the period of the First World War. Yet in what period of history, from the most ancient past up to very present, has not something of the spectre of Andelsprutz been perceptible to those with a sense of history. For those, this story will prove a "thought-piece" as well as a compelling fantasy.