George Manville Fenn: 365 books

A well-written boy's book, full of interesting natural history and exciting adventure. A tale of boy life in the old Lincolnshire Fens. Dick o' the Fens and Tom o' Grimsoy are the sons of a squire and a farmer living on the edge of one of the vast wastes, and their adventures are of unusual interest....

Fenn, the third child and eldest son of a butler, Charles Fenn, was largely self-educated, teaching himself French, German and Italian. After studying at Battersea Training College for Teachers (1851-4), he became the master of a national school at Alford, Lincolnshire. He later became a printer,...

We might know very little of the life of the late George Alfred Henty—writer for and teacher of boys, novelist, and one of the most virile of our war correspondents—but for one fortunate fact. His busy pen soon made him popular, and in course of time this popularity was sufficient to make editors...

Interesting? My life? Well, let me see. I suppose some people would call it so, for now I come to think of it I did go through a good deal; what with the fighting with the Spaniards, and the Indians, and the fire, and the floods, and the wild beasts, and such-like adventures. Yes; it never seemed...

A thrilling popular novel, this tale by Fenn of thoroughly exciting reading for the entire family.

In this suspenseful tale geared for younger audiences, a London physician becomes obsessed with the prospect of creating an elixir that can promise eternal youth. Along the way, Fenn brings in an amusing cast of memorable minor characters, and a subplot pertaining to a mislaid treasure is introduced.

A classic tale of intrigue, romance, and adventure, by Fenn.

A classic coming of age tale. As children grow, their attitudes change. This is Fenn's attempt to show how growth can be rewarding, or detrimental.

A regency romance tale by Fenn.

War and military adventure by Fenn.

Written in typical Fenn style, the writing in the rather long book is a work of art: "What class, miss?" he said, reaching his hand to a trunk. "Third, if you please," was the reply. "Ah! there'll be something extry to pay for luggidge: third-class passengers...

A furious yell of rage arose from fifty throats, and the two lads saw the attacking party come tumbling one over the other out of the tavern, driven back by the defenders, who charged bravely out after them, armed with stick and sword; and almost before the two lads could realise their position they...

Morning on board the Kestrel, his Britannic majesty’s cutter, lying on and off the south coast on the lookout for larks, or what were to her the dainty little birds that the little falcon, her namesake, would pick up. For the Kestrel’s wings were widespread to the soft south-easterly breeze that...