Chapters (21)
- Cover
- Foreword: Writers Are Weird
- The Peacock’s Shadow – E. Hoffman Price
- The White Lady of the Orphanage
- The Terrible Old Man
- The Woman of the Wood
- Bat’s Belfry – August W. Derleth
- The Curse of Everard Maundy
- The Tomb
- Saladin’s Throne-Rug – E. Hoffmann Price
- The Dog-Eared God – Frank Belknap Long, Jr.
- The City of Spiders – H. Warner Munn
- The Cats of Ulthar
- Back to the Beast – Manley Wade Wellman
- A Suitor from the Shades – Greye La Spina
- Pickman’s Model – H.P. Lovecraft
- The Atomic Conquerors
- Original Publication Information
- About the Editors
- If You Liked…
- WordFire Classics
“We dined royally on fish and fruit, in the midst of a deathlike stillness. Not a leaf rustled, no birds sang, not a monkey or any other animal did we see that day, and in the same breathless hush we made our tenth and last tambo that evening, having covered perhaps fifteen miles during the day.
“Keeping in mind the former night, we selected a clear open space for the erecting of our shelters, brought in an immense quantity of wood and sat around the fire in that charmingly complete and unqualified democracy of man when a common danger threatens.
“Before long, just as the drums snarled faintly to the east, a little black and red creature scuttled out of the wood, bustled down to the water’s edge and drank daintily. I recognized one of the most venomous of the arachnids, usually the size of a silver dollar, but this specimen was easily five inches across his scarlet-barred body. I determined to have it, and cautiously loosened my butterfly net from my pack. This breed is very timid, although its bite is so deadly, and I crept up on it with the utmost care.
“About five feet away, it saw me, and instead of darting away, it jumped in my direction. Out of pure fright, I crushed it flat, and the scenes of the night before were repeated almost identically, but now there were many of the new species mingled with the gray demons that had dragged down the bearer. It seemed as though there were concentric circles of varying types, arranged about a central point, and the nearer we approached the center, the more horrible and huge grew the individuals that composed each belt. I began to wonder what lay farther on!
“Again, we shivered around a roaring fire, speaking only in low whispers. The natives believed that our besiegers were forest devils, enraged at us for intruding into their private fastnesses.
“Several times I feared for my life that night, for dark looks were cast at me, and twice there were those who advised strongly that I should be flung out to the filthy things as a sacrifice. But they could not quite screw up their courage to that point, for they knew that I would not submit tamely, and they feared that the taste of blood might enrage the creatures into a rush which would wipe out the survivors.
“A sleepless night! A night of horror, beneath gloating, incredibly malignant eyes! A night that was a cross-section of eternity!
“About two hours before morning, I dozed off, being startled awake again almost instantly by yells of fright. Before me just outside the firelight crouched a gigantic monstrosity, hairy and tremendous. Its bloated abdomen was barred with black and silver, the head almost hidden from sight by a yellow mop of fur, from which projected jet-black mandibles, furiously vibrating as it watched us through red, vicious eyes.