
Classic·Gothic fiction
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Oscar Wilde
What dark price would you pay if a portrait aged with your sins while you remained forever young?

“The dazzling blend of poetic prose and verse that ignited Hispanic Modernism and transformed the music of Spanish literature.”
Published in 1888, Azul... ignited the revolutionary Modernismo movement that reshaped Spanish-language literature. Blending sensual poetic prose with innovative verse, Rubén Darío creates an evocative universe of classical mythology, Parisian bohemian ideals, and romantic longing. Through stories of misunderstood artists, woodland nymphs, and bourgeois vanity, Darío infuses every page with lush imagery, exotic elegance, and refined musicality. Drawing inspiration from French Parnassianism and Symbolism, this milestone collection challenges provincial aesthetic boundaries and captures the eternal pursuit of absolute beauty, making it an essential gateway into late-nineteenth-century literary innovation.
“To my mind, it is as meaningful to say that art is the blue as to say that it is the green, the yellow, or the red.”
“What does a trinket, a cameo, an enamel, a painting, or a finely carved goblet teach or treat of?”
“None of this, however, serves me today to judge you, for I know nothing of those works.”
“Let us picture a young, pretty, and doting mother, holding in her arms a chubby, rosy, fair-haired two-year-old boy.”
“The gods had told him: “Enjoy yourself; the woods are yours; be a happy rogue, pursue nymphs, and play your flute.””
“Everyone stared at her in astonishment, and she looked at me, looked at me like a cat, and laughed like a tickled girl.”
“To one a quarry had fallen by lot; to another, the rainbow; to another, rhythm; to another, the azure sky.”
“Agitated and stirred, the gnome—who was learned and possessed an exceedingly lively temper—continued his monologue.”
“All wept for her in the mansion, and the healthy, sentimental mother came to contemplate the white palms for a maiden’s coffin.”
““Today, in the height of spring, I leave open the cage door to the blue bird.””
“Further off lay the sea: steely, misty, the ships clustered together, the horizon blue and distant.”
“In a narrow chamber, within soot-stained walls, black, very black, men were working at the forge.”
“Already the flowering lilies, heavy with honey, have opened their pale chalices beneath the gold of the sun.”
“A marchioness contemporary with Madame de Maintenon, solitary in her cabinet, puts the finishing touches to her toilet.”
“Clothed in black, wrapped in a mantle, her countenance stood out severe and sublime, set against the vague gloom of a confessional.”
“She was an ancient statue endowed with a soul that peeped through her eyes—angelic eyes, all tenderness, all azure sky, all enigma.”
“Deep in his brain, Señor Recaredo, artist and sculptor, asked himself: “What can ail my little wife?””

Classic·Gothic fiction
Oscar Wilde
What dark price would you pay if a portrait aged with your sins while you remained forever young?

Classic·Psychological Horror
Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Prescribed absolute rest in an isolated estate, a confined woman begins to see terrifying secrets stir behind the peeling wallpaper.

Classic·Detective Fiction
Arthur Conan Doyle
Step into 221B Baker Street and witness the world's greatest consulting detective dismantle London's most baffling enigmas through pure deduction.
Public-domain work (1888). Text: Project Gutenberg #52894. The English version is an AI-assisted translation and may contain errors. Digital edition by Inkora Stories. Learn more