Works
- The Beautiful Visit. Jonathan Cape. 1950. ISBN 0-224-60977-7. Winner of the John Llewellyn Rhys Prize
- We Are for the Dark: Six Ghost Stories. Jonathan Cape. 1951.(a collection containing three stories by Howard and three by Robert Aickman)
- The Long View. Jonathan Cape. 1956. ISBN 0-224-60318-3.
- The Sea Change. Jonathan Cape. 1959. ISBN 0-224-60319-1.
- After Julius. Jonathan Cape. 1965. ISBN 0-224-61037-6.
- Something in Disguise. Jonathan Cape. 1969. ISBN 0-224-61744-3.
- Odd Girl Out. Jonathan Cape. 1972. ISBN 0-224-00661-4.
- Mr. Wrong. Jonathan Cape. 1975.
- Getting it Right. Hamish Hamilton. 1982. ISBN 0-241-10805-5.
- The Light Years. Macmillan. 1990. ISBN 0-333-53875-7.
- Marking Time. Macmillan. 1991. ISBN 0-333-56596-7.
- Confusion. Macmillan. 1993. ISBN 0-333-57582-2.
- Casting Off. Macmillan. 1995. ISBN 0-333-60757-0.
- Falling. Macmillan. 1999. ISBN 0-333-73020-8.
- Slipstream. Macmillan. 2002. ISBN 0-333-90349-8.
- Three Miles Up and Other Strange Stories. ISBN 1-872621-75-9.contains the three stories included in We Are for the Dark, plus Mr Wrong.
- Love All. Macmillan. 2008. ISBN 1-4050-4161-7.
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