Books Written By H. Rider Haggard
- King Solomon's Mines (1885)
- Allan Quatermain (1887)
- Allan's Wife (1887)
- "Allan's Wife"
- "Hunter Quatermain's Story"
- "A Tale of Three Lions"
- "Long Odds"
- Maiwa's Revenge: or, The War of the Little Hand (1888)
- Marie (1912)
- Child of Storm (1913)
- The Holy Flower (1915) (first serialised in the Windsor Magazine December 1913-November 1914)
- The Ivory Child (1916)
- Finished (1917)
- The Ancient Allan (1920)
- She and Allan (1920)
- Heu-heu: or, The Monster (1924)
- The Treasure of the Lake (1926)
- Allan and the Ice-gods (1927)
- Hunter Quatermain's Story: The Uncollected Adventures of Allan Quatermain (collection, 2003)
- "Hunter Quatermain's Story" (first published in In a Good Cause, 1885)
- "Long Odds" (first published in Macmillan's Magazine February 1886)
- "A Tale of Three Lions" (first serialized in Atalanta, October–December 1887)
- "Magepa the Buck" (first published in Pears' Annual, 1912)
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