Tales gives its readers palatable diets which I find to be well cooked by your staff of ink-slinging chefs—meaning such excellent writers as Seabury Quinn, Mary McEnnery Erhard, A. Leslie, Victor Rousseau and all the rest. It would be rather impossible for me to fill out the Favorite Coupon, as I regard them all as favorite stories. No exceptions in the case; all are what they should be—and more."
From Hot Springs, Arkansas, Mrs. Charles Brandenburg writes to The Eyrie: "I have been reading Weird Tales for three years, and am wild about it in every particular, except one. That is, I wish you would not publish such stories as Crashing Suns, or in fact any scientific story. They are far too imaginative for me to enjoy. I believe that you can always find plenty of stories on earth of a weird nature. My idea is that the scientific nature of these stories takes away all the pleasure of reading them. I like African bush tales and tales of India, China, and ocean or ship tales. I buy one magazine a month, and that is Weird Tales, because it is entirely different and gives one something to think about. I hope it continues to be as interesting as it is now."
"Why didn't you have a cover picture for Crashing Suns?" asks Jack Darrow, of Chicago. "You haven't had a cover picture for any of Edmond Hamilton's stories since The Metal Giants, in the December issue of 1926. Crashing Suns was the best story in both of the two issues in which it ran. Body and Soul, by Seabury Quinn, and The Oath of Hui Jok, by Nictzin Dyalhis, come next, in the September issue."
"I want to say a word for the poems of A. Leslie," writes Lilia Price Savino, of Portsmouth, Virginia. "I think him a genius, and I am always glad to see his name in the table of contents; that is the first page to which I turn, before I leave the book store, and if I miss the names of Seabury Quinn and Eli Colter I am disappointed."
Writes Mabel O'Neil, of Pawtucket, Rhode Island: "I love A. Leslie's poems. I have one in my scrapbook copied from Weird Tales quite a while ago, and can't remember the title to it. The first stanza was as follows:
"'Ashes of sky-flame glowing,
Thunder of tide on the bars,
Night, and a wild wind blowing
A curse to the screaming stars.'"
[The poem is Elysium, and appeared in Weird Tales for September, 1926.—Editor.]
Norman E. Marland, of Bridgeport, Connecticut, writes to The Eyrie: "I see you are publishing in book form A. G. Birch's story, The Moon Terror, which ran serially in Weird Tales in 1923. It ought to be a great success. I am looking forward to the publication of Seabury Quinn's stories of Jules de Grandin in a book, as that would seem to be a foregone conclusion. But
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