19th - 20th Century Horror Authors : Arthur's Classic Novels

19th - 20th Century Horror Authors

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The Top Twenty Classic
19th - 20th Century Horror Authors

Not in any order.

1. H.P. Lovecraft 1890 - 1937
2. Edgar Allen Poe 1809 - 1849
3. Algernon Blackwood 1869 - 1951
4. Arthur Machen 1863 - 1947
5. M.R. James 1862 - 1936
6. Ambrose Bierce 1842 - 1913
7. Mary Shelly 1797 - 1851
8. Bram Stoker 1847 - 1912
9. William Hope Hodgson 1877 - 1918
10. Mary Wilkins Freeman 1852 - 1930

11. M.E. Braddon 1835 - 1915
12. F. Marion Crawford 1854 - 1909
13. W.W. Jacobs 1863 - 1943
14. Gertrude Atherton 1857 - 1948
15. H.G. Wells 1866 - 1946
16. Thomas Love Peacock 1785 - 1866
17. Robert Hichens 1864 - 1950
18. J.S. Le Fanu 1814 - 1873
19. Washington Irving 1783 - 1859
20. Margaret Oliphant
21. M.P. Shiel 1865 - 1947

The Cold Embrace

He was an orphan, under the guardianship of his dead father's brother, his uncle Wilhelm, in whose house he had been brought up from a little child; and she who loved him was his cousin--his cousin Gertrude, whom he swore he loved in return.

Phantom Fortune

Lord Denyer was an important personage in the political and diplomatic world. He had been ambassador at Constantinople and at Paris, and had now retired on his laurels, an influence still, but no longer an active power in the machine of government.

Fenton's Quest

It was a face that a man could scarcely look upon once without finding his glances wandering back to it afterwards; not quite a perfect face, but a very bright and winning one.

Aurora Floyd

laboring-men's cottages, gleaming white from the surrounding foliage; solitary roadside inns with brown thatched roofs and moss-grown stacks of lop-sided chimneys; noble mansions hiding behind ancestral oaks;

Lady Audley's Secret

At the end of this avenue there was an old arch and a clock-tower, with a stupid, bewildering clock, which had only one hand; and which jumped straight from one hour to the next, and was therefore always in extremes.

Headlong Hall

"Surely," said Mr Foster, "you cannot maintain such a proposition in the face of evidence so luminous. Look at the progress of all the arts and sciences -- see chemistry, botany, astronomy

The Shadow in the Corner

This spacious old mansion was given over to rats and mice, loneliness, echoes, and the occupation of three elderly people: Michael Bascom, whose forebears had been landowners of importance in the neighbourhood

Charlotte's Inheritance

These, with a pale young lady who gave music lessons in the quarter, were all the feminine inmates of the mansion; and amongst these Gustave Lenoble was chief favourite.

The Lovels Of Arden

She had felt herself very lonely in the French school, forgotten and deserted by her own kindred, a creature to be pitied; and hers was a nature to which pity was a torture.

Birds Of Prey

She was in the habit of watching Mr. Sheldon rather curiously at all times, for she had never quite got over a difficulty in realising the fact that the black-eyed baby with whom she had been so intimate could have developed into this self-contained inflexible young man

Run To Earth

Don't I owe you my life? How many more of my countrymen passed me by as I lay on that hospital-bed, and left me to rot there, for all they cared?

At Chrighton Abbey

Out of respect for the traditions and prejudices of my race, I made it my business to seek employment abroad, where the degradation of one Chrighton was not so likely to inflict shame upon the ancient house to which I belonged

Calidore

Then turning towards the rocks he spread open his arms and invoked the Nymphs, the mountains, the rivers, the lakes, the fields, the springs, the woods, and the sea-shore, by the several appellations of Oreads, and Naiads, and Limniads, and Limoniads, and Ephydriads, and Dryads and Hamadryads.

The Misfortunes of Elphin

Watchtowers were erected along the embankment, and watchmen were appointed to guard against the first approaches of damage or decay. The whole of these towers, and their companies of guards, were subordinate to a central castle

Eveline's Visitant

It was at a masked ball at the Palais Royal that my fatal quarrel with my first cousin André de Brissac began. The quarrel was about a woman.

Good Lady Ducayne

Bella Rolleston had made up her mind that her only chance of earning her bread and helping her mother to an occasional crust was by going out into the great unknown world as companion to a lady.

The Shadow in the Corner

He was a fanatic in his love of scientific research, and his quiet days were filled to the brim with labours that seldom failed to interest and satisfy him.

The Hall Bedroom

I am a person of considerable ingenuity, and have inventive power, and much enterprise when the occasion presses. I advertised in a very original manner, although that actually took my last penny

Robert Smythe Hichens, 1864 - 1950

British journalist and writer, best remembered now, perhaps, for his satire on Oscar Wilde, The Green Carnation [1894]. Or perhaps for his novels that were made into films (The Garden of Allah, The Paradine Case.) No, maybe he's now best known for "How Love Came to Professor Guildea," which has been frequently anthologized. Or perhaps he's best known for being someone else: the helmsman at the wheel of the Titanic when it struck the iceberg was also named Robert Hichens....

The Prophet of Berkeley Square

The Prophet's butler, Mr. Ferdinand -- that bulky and veracious gentleman -- threw open the latticed windows of the drawing-room and let the cold air rush blithely in. Then he made up the fire carefully, placed a copy of Mr. Malkiel's Almanac, bound in dull pink and silver brocade by Miss Clorinda Dolbrett of the Cromwell Road, upon a small tulip-wood table

A Spirit In Prison

There was a boat moving slowly towards her, not very far away. In it were three figures, all stripped for diving, and wearing white cotton drawers. Two were sitting on the gunwale with their knees drawn up nearly to their chins.

The Spell of Egypt

Thoth, says the old legend, travelled in the Boat of the Sun. If you would love Egypt rightly, you, too, must be a traveller in that bark.
You must not fear to steep yourself in the mystery of gold, in the mystery of heat, in the mystery of silence that seems softly showered out of the sun. The sacred white lotus must be your emblem, and Horus, the hawk-headed, merged in Ra

In the Wilderness

Sitting quietly by the fire with her delightful edition of Dante, her left hand under her head, her tall figure stretched out in a low chair, Rosamund heard a bell ring below. It called her from the "Paradiso." She sprang up

The Green Carnation

When I am good, it is my mood to be good; when I am what is called wicked, it is my mood to be evil. I never know what I shall be at a particular moment.

December Love

She must, Craven thought, often have stood before a mirror and carefully "memorized" herself in all her variety and detail. As he sat there listening he could not help comparing her exquisite bloom of youth with the ravages of time so apparent in Lady Sellingworth

The Garden Of Allah

But Domini with wide-open eyes, was staring from her big, square pillow at the red brick floor of her bedroom, on which stood various trunks marked by the officials of the Douane. There were two windows in the room looking out towards the Place de la Marine, below which lay the station.

Dr Duthoit's Vision

He was a middle-aged man when I was a little boy; but he suffered me to walk with him in his garden sloping down to the Wye, near a pleasaunce of the Vicars Choral, reciting sometimes the poems of Traherne

Novel of the White Powder

I thought that such relentless application must be injurious, and tried to cajole him from the crabbed textbooks, but his ardour seemed to grow rather than diminish

A Fragment of Life

Edward Darnell awoke from a dream of an ancient wood, and of a clear well rising into grey film and vapour beneath a misty, glimmering beat; and as his eyes opened he saw the sunlight bright in the room,

The Great Return

There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper. I often think that the most extraordinary item of intelligence that I have read in print appeared a few years ago in the London press.

The Novel of the Black Seal

"Madam," replied Mr. Phillipps, "no one shall make me deny my faith. I will never believe, nor will I pretend to believe, that two and two make five

The Shining Pyramid

"Yes, haunted. Don't you remember, when I saw you three years ago, you told me about your place in the west with the ancient woods hanging all about it, and the wild, domed hills, and the ragged land?

The Terror

After two years we are turning once more to the morning's news with a sense of appetite and glad expectation. There were thrills at the beginning of the war

The White People

"Great people of all kinds forsake the imperfect copies and go to the perfect originals. I have no doubt but that many of the very highest among the saints have never done a 'good action' (using the words in their ordinary sense). And, on the other hand, there have been those who have sounded the very depths of sin, who all their lives have never done an 'ill deed.'"

The Hill of Dreams

But all the afternoon his eyes had looked on glamour; he had strayed in fairyland. The holidays were nearly done, and Lucian Taylor had gone out resolved to lose himself, to discover strange hills and prospects that he had never seen before. The air was still, breathless, exhausted after heavy rain, and the clouds looked as if they had been moulded of lead. No breeze blew upon the hill, and down in the well of the valley not a dry leaf stirred, not a bough shook in all the dark January woods.

The Great God Pan

The two men were slowly pacing the terrace in front of Dr. Raymond's house. The sun still hung above the western mountain-line, but it shone with a dull red glow that cast no shadows, and all the air was quiet

7B Coney Court

to call a house haunted made it unlettable, and that in consequence of the statements in the interview the place once occupied by the poet had been empty on his hands for the last eighteen months.

The Bowmen

On this dreadful day, then, when three hundred thousand men in arms with all their artillery swelled like a flood against the little English company

The Three Impostors

The two stood at the hall door, grinning evilly at each other; and presently a girl ran quickly down the stairs and joined them. She was quite young, with a quaint and piquant rather than a beautiful face

Out of the Earth

They write me letters, some in kindly remonstrance, begging me not to deprive poor, sick-hearted souls of what little comfort they posses amidst their sorrows.

The Inmost Light

One evening in autumn, when the deformities of London were veiled in faint blue mist, and its vistas and far-reaching streets seemed splendid, Mr. Charles Salisbury was slowly pacing down Rupert Street

The Hill of Dreams

But all the afternoon his eyes had looked on glamour; he had strayed in fairyland. The holidays were nearly done, and Lucian Taylor had gone out resolved to lose himself

The Angels of Mons

On this dreadful day, then, when three hundred thousand men in arms with all their artillery swelled like a flood against the little English company, there was one point above all other points in our battle line that was for a time in awful danger

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