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The award-winning and critically acclaimed Wireless Theatre Company strives to keep radio theater alive and well. From the hilarious to the terrifying, this diverse collection features 10 Wireless Theatre productions in a single volume.

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By the award-winning team of Stuart Price and composer Michael Bruce, and based on the works of Edgar Allen Poe, The Grimm of Stottesden Hall was recorded in front of a terrified live audience.

Wickedly acerbic, The Youth of Old Age shows acclaimed British actor Prunella Scales at her dragon-tongued best. As the story's matriarch, she's determined to prevent her heir from marrying "out of sorts".

Since our bodies cannot genuinely explore space, why not get rid of them? Without trotting out the already tired clichés about social networking sites being our main interaction or pointing out that with gaming systems becoming so sophisticated, the next generation will spend an overwhelming amount of time interacting through the Internet, it seems obvious to us that we are already heading for a "body-free" future.

'Here! Look here, for this haggard man who shuffles along this deserted road, his soul as bare and barren as the moors around him, his tears cutting through his heart like the road slices this open plain. His name is Covell. Covell the Wandering one. Let us fly toward him on the wings of a crow, and circle above him, looking down at his ragged coat, his tattered hat, his worn old boots and bundle, then let us swoop down in to his brain and listen to the wretch’s thoughts!'