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

It is doubtful if we shall ever know the exact purpose of that first raid on the atomic invaders. That question might be solved if we knew how much information they had received from Powell regarding our Earth. As it is, we look on that first coming as an effort, not so much to destroy as to disorganize, to terrorize. Doubtless it was their plan to break up all chance of organized opposition in England by a series of swift and deadly blows, then take over the island at their leisure and make it the base of their future operations.

Whatever their intentions, they passed over all northern England without stopping, and the world first became aware of their presence when they struck with terrific force at Manchester and Liverpool, successively.

There is no clear, coherent account of their coming to Manchester. The survivors saw that hour of dread through a haze of terror, and it was long before all accounts were pieced together to make a reasonably complete story of the happenings there. One sees, through those horror-stricken tales, a terror descending without warning out of the darkness, on the unsuspecting city beneath. No doubt the streets were crowded, and theaters and show-windows ablaze, all the life and stir of early evening. Then a swift gathering of dark shapes above, the deadly blue ray hashing down on the streets, searing an icy path of death across the city.

It must have been utterly incomprehensible destruction to those below. Even now we scarcely understand the nature of that blue ray, the Cold Ray, as it is now called. We know that all things in its path acted as if under the influence of extreme, unheard-of cold, absolute zero. It was exactly as if the invaders had concentrated utter cold and hurled it forth in a single stabbing ray. Strictly speaking, of course, there is no such thing as positive cold, only absence of heat. The theory generally accepted now is that in some unexplained manner the ray had the power of instantly sucking away the heat of anything it touched.

Certain it is that the ray was a terrible weapon. Beneath it, flesh and blood froze immediately into black hard lumps, metal cracked, trees and plants shriveled instantly. It is curious to note that the action of the ray was highly localized, that it could slay one man while another man ten feet away would feel only a sudden breath of intense cold.