Hugh Walpole

Wintersmoon is a 1928 novel by the British writer Hugh Walpole. It pits two rival couples against each other one representing modernity and the other traditionalism with the latter ultimately triumphing. Walpole wrote horror novels that tended more towards the psychological rather than supernatural, with a brooding underlying mysticism. | Wintersmoon begins: I am asking you again to marry me as I did a fortnight ago. Janet Grandison turned towards him and said: Yes. Youve been very honest. I believe, he said, honesty to be the only thing for us. From the beginning I have always known that you valued that-honesty I mean-more perhaps than anything. I value it too. She smiled. I believe you do. But we all do. We make a fetish of it. It seems to me sometimes almost the only good thing that has survived the war...|

First published in 1936, "A Prayer for my Son" is a classic novel from bestselling author Sir Hugh Walpole.The novel tells the story of a mother who learns of grandfathers sinister influence over the family which her young son has been living with for ten years.

El apadrinado de Henry James, Joseph Conrad o Arnold Bennett se sirve, aquí, de una trama excitante, llena de misterio y suspense, para sumergirnos en una historia de gran finura psicológica y altura literaria. Absorbera a todo lector sensible hasta su sorprendente final.

The second in the Jeremy series, Jeremy and Hamlet switches between two perspectives: those of our 10-year-old hero and those of his dog, Hamlet. With Jeremy away at school, Hamlet must get through each day without his human best friend. Similarly, Jeremy is pitted against the problems that only school can throw at you. A funny and fascinating read, Jeremy and Hamlet is an ideal read for Walpole fans of all ages.

John Ozias Talbot, un niño delicado, introvertido y pudoroso, creció atormentado por James Oliphant Tunstall, un compañero de escuela fanfarrón y manipulador. Diez años después, Talbot ha heredado el negocio de antigüedades de su padre en un pequeño pueblo costero de Inglaterra, es un novelista de escaso éxito, se ha casado y espera su primer hijo. Pero su vida segura y rutinaria empieza a sufrir un cambio cuando Tunstall reaparece en su vida de forma inesperada: convertido en pintor de éxito, regresa para instalarse en su pueblo natal y vuelve a comenzar su incesante e insidiosa persecución de su antigua víctima de la infancia. Todo parece repetirse hasta que un acontecimiento fatal hace que cambien las tornas. Esta novela de terror psicológico explora la mente de la víctima y del asesino que conviven dentro del mismo cuerpo.

She was frightened. The fear was as sudden and, in one sense, as unexpected as an unheralded sharp stab in the breast. And yet not unexpected, because it had been hovering near her, almost out of her consciousness but not quite, for many weeks.They were at the Cross-roads. Pelynt Cross. She knew where they were, for Julius had told her and in her hands was a map. The Cross-roads. Pelynt Cross. You can smell the sea here, Julius said. She sniffed through the open window. Yes, she could smell it. On a clear day you could catch a glimpse of the sea from the Cross, which stood naked and bare on the edge of the Moor. But today you could not see far because of the summer honey haze which veiled the world in trembling heat.

Mrs. Penwin gave one of her nervous little screams when she saw the dog.Oh, Charlie! she cried. You surely havent bought it! and her little brow, that she tried so fiercely to keep smooth, puckered into its customary little gathering of wrinkles.The dog, taking an instant dislike to her, sank his head between his shoulders. He was an Alsatian.Well . . . said Charlie, smiling nervously. He knew that his impulsiveness had led him once more astray. Only the other evening you were saying that youd like a dog.Yes, but not an Alsatian! You know what Alsatians are. We read about them in the paper every day. They are simply not to be trusted. Im sure he looks as vicious as anything. And what about Mopsa?Oh, Mopsa . . . Charlie hesitated. Hell be all right. You see, Sibyl, it was charity really. The Sillons are going to London as you know. They simply cant take him. It wouldnt be fair. Theyve found it difficult enough in Edinburgh as it is.Im sure they are simply getting rid of him because hes vicious.No, Maude Sillon assured me. Hes like a lambOh, Maude! Shed say anything!You know that youve been wanting a companion for MopsaA companion for Mopsa! Thats good! Sibyl laughed her shrill little laugh that was always just out of tune.

La noche de todos los santos reúne dieciséis relatos fantásticos y de horror de Hugh Walpole, gran aficionado a los tradicionales cuentos de fantasmas navideños. Incluye esta colección sus cuentos más conocidos, tales como La mascara de plata, en el que Walpole nos narra el terror psicologico de Sonia, cuya compasion lleva a alojar en su hogar a una familia de menesterosos que poco a pos se hacen con el control de la casa.

Hugh Walpoles thrilling adventure novel of the 1920s revolves around Piccadily Circus. Richard Gunn is an ex-soldier in trouble after the end of the Great War. Jobless and starving in Piccadilly Circus, he encounters his nemesis, Leroy Pengelly. From this encounter the secrets of their shared past start to unravel. A novel which combines elements of the horror and supernatural with the puzzle element of the whodunnit - all wrapped up in one unsettling and uncanny whole.

In the heart of London, amidst the bustling streets and grand facades, lies a secret citya realm of hidden desires, forbidden passions, and long-buried secrets.Enter Julian Trench, a young man drawn into this enigmatic world by a chance encounter. As he delves deeper, he uncovers a web of intrigue that threatens to consume him. From the opulent mansions of Mayfair to the shadowy alleys of Soho, Julian navigates a labyrinth of deception, where nothing is as it seems.With each step, he uncovers a hidden city within the city, a place where the boundaries between reality and illusion blur, and the past and present collide in a dangerous dance.