The Picture of Dorian Gray

by Oscar Wilde

L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.

The Color Purple

by Alice Walker

I am fourteen years old.

Mémoires d'Hadrien

by Marguerite Yourcenar

My dear Mark, Today I went to see my physician Hermogenes, who has just returned to the Villa from a rather long journey...

An American Tragedy

by Theodore Dreiser

DUSK-of a summer night.

Orlando

by Virginia Woolf

HE-for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of...

The King Must Die

by Mary Renault

The Citadel of Troizen, where the Palace stands, was built by giants before anyone remembers.

The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

MY FATHER WAS A KING AND THE SON OF KINGS.

Stone Butch Blues

by Leslie Feinberg

Liebe Theresa, ich liege auf dem Bett und vermisse Dich.

Homegoing

by Yaa Gyasi

The Persian Boy

by Mary Renault

LEST ANYONE should suppose I am a son of nobody, sold off by some peasant father in a drought year, I may say our line i...

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V. E. Schwab

The Last of the Wine

by Mary Renault

When I was a young boy, if I was sick or in trouble, or had been beaten at school, I used to remember that on the day I ...

Tipping the Velvet

by Sarah Waters, Sarah Waters

Have you ever tasted a Whitstable oyster?

Fingersmith

by Sarah Waters

Mademoiselle de Maupin

by Théophile Gautier, G. Charpentier (1880)

Lincoln in the Bardo

by George Saunders

The Sparrow

by Mary Doria Russell

Shuggie Bain

by Douglas Stuart

Fire from Heaven

by Mary Renault

The child was wakened by the knotting of the snake's coils about his waist.

Tod in Venedig

by Thomas Mann

Gustav Aschenbach or von Aschenbach, as he had officially been known since his fiftieth birthday, set out alone from his...