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"There are four authors whose works I always look for with eager avidity in Weird Tales," writes N. S. Van, of Jamestown, New York. "They are H. P. Lovecraft, Frank B. Long, Jr., Seabury Quinn (or rather Jules de Grandin), and Edmond Hamilton. Lovecraft is the dark God of the Tomb, who hovers in the shadows of vaults and calls forth shapeless things from cold stars. Long is the God of hysterical madness, who whirls the reader into black woods with ghastly white trees and calls forth unnamable things from the depths of space who prod into the mad brain with icy fingers. Hamilton is the Thunder-God, who rushes into the depths of the universe and fights strange beings who twist giant suns out of their corners and send them hurtling madly away."
Writes H. F. Scotten, from Indianapolis: "I have read all of the October number except Munn's story, The Werewolf's Daughter, which I expect to be good. Sort of saving the heart of the melon to the last, as it were. Quinn's Restless Souls was the best of the de Grandin stories to date. I think the story that entertained and impressed me most, however—due no doubt to my love of the unusual in plots regardless of flowery language or literary brilliance—was The Incubator Man. My congratulations to its author, Wallace West."
"I chanced to read your October issue of Weird Tales presented to me by a friend to pass an afternoon away," writes Raymond V. Carroll, of Ellicottville, New York, in a letter to The Eyrie, "and I must confess that I thoroughly enjoyed the occasion. The afternoon proved to be one of the shortest and most entertaining I have experienced for some time, despite the fact that it was a rainy, dismal day and my spirits were at low ebb. I am looking forward with interest to finishing the number. The Dream Chair by Leroy Ernest Fess is certainly an original tale, the like of which I haven't read in years. The Temple of Serpents and The Dancing Death are certainly eery tales that held and fascinated me, and I trust that these authors will continue to contribute to your most unusual magazine."
Chester A. Brown, of Weeksbury, Kentucky, writes: "I like your magazine. It gives one's mental teeth something quite different to chew on. Weird
