Back Weird Tales
Chapters (21)
  1. Cover
  2. Foreword: Writers Are Weird
  3. The Peacock’s Shadow – E. Hoffman Price
  4. The White Lady of the Orphanage
  5. The Terrible Old Man
  6. The Woman of the Wood
  7. Bat’s Belfry – August W. Derleth
  8. The Curse of Everard Maundy
  9. The Tomb
  10. Saladin’s Throne-Rug – E. Hoffmann Price
  11. The Dog-Eared God – Frank Belknap Long, Jr.
  12. The City of Spiders – H. Warner Munn
  13. The Cats of Ulthar
  14. Back to the Beast – Manley Wade Wellman
  15. A Suitor from the Shades – Greye La Spina
  16. Pickman’s Model – H.P. Lovecraft
  17. The Atomic Conquerors
  18. Original Publication Information
  19. About the Editors
  20. If You Liked…
  21. WordFire Classics

“He was standing on the edge of that pit, watching intensely, but at the sound of my approach he wheeled instantly, holding a little stone cone in his hand, the end of which glowed suddenly with dull green light.

“At the same moment I fell in a heap to the ground and lay there quite motionless, seemingly paralyzed, unable to move a muscle. And Powell laughed. He mocked and taunted me and for the first time disclosed the depth of his plans. He was going to loose once more the atomic invaders upon our world. He had gone down into their world and conspired with those in power there, promising to free them from the world where they were prisoners, to release them upon the Earth and the super world.

“First, he boasted, the atomic invaders were to strike at the world beyond this, at the super world, to stab out unexpectedly at their ancient enemies in that greater universe, crushing them by an unlooked-for attack. Then, free from any possible interference, the invading hordes would sweep over Earth; and he laughed wildly as he pictured to me the destruction of the races of man and their works, dwelling especially on the fear and terror of his (Powell’s) enemies. For the first time I saw that the man was completely insane, an embittered maniac who secreted hate for all mankind as the result of his wrongs, real or fancied.

“Even while he spoke, a slight humming sound arose from the pit. The humming waxed swiftly to a loud droning, then up from the pit floated a black disk, some three feet across and swiftly growing. Hovering a few feet above the ground, it continued to grow, and the droning became a loud booming, a tremendous rumbling thunder. Even as I stared at it, lying there, I fathomed the cause of that rolling thunder, knew that it was the sudden expansion of the disk that beat out those thick waves of sound. The disk grew until it was perhaps thirty feet across, then ceased expanding. It slid gently down toward us until it was nearly touching the ground, and I saw that it was crowded with dark shapes that pushed toward the rail to stare down at us.

“Then down from the edge came a folding metal ladder, and clambering down this ladder came three creatures, shapes grotesque and terrible, three of the atomic people.