"Set in England the story is about a man who devotes his life to making his son's a success. In the course of the story many themes are explored including life, love, career and familial and marital relationships."--Goodreads.

The book "The King behind the King" by Warwick Deeping, a prolific novelist in the early twentieth century. He centered this story around Fulk of the forest who encounters a strange figure. Perplexed by this figure and the fury it showcases.

"The Pride of Eve" by Warwick Deeping is an adventure, romance, and story of growth all wrapped into one. George Warwick Deeping was an English novelist and short story writer, and in this book, he puts his skills to the test. Following Guinevere, Lynette, and more, readers are taken to the English countryside, where magic and wonder are free to roam. Told through a series of small adventures, readers are taken on a journey much grander than they could have expected.

Story of a gentle old English philosopher, a former dealer in rare books.

"The Woman at the Door" by Warwick Deeping. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.

The branches of the forest invoked the sky with the supplications of their thousand hands. Black, tumultuous, terrible, the wilds billowed under the moon, stifled with the night, silent as a windless sea. Winter, like a pale Semiramis of gigantic mould, stood with her coronet touching the steely sky. A mighty company of stars stared frost-bright from the heavens. A pillar of fire shone red amid the chaos of the woods. Like a great torch, a blazing tower hurled spears of light into the gloom. Shadows, vast and fantastic, struggled like Titans striving with Destiny in the silence of the night. Their substanceless limbs leapt and writhed through the gnarled alleys of the forest. Overhead, the moon looked down with thin and silver lethargy on the havoc kindled by the hand of man.