The air was foul with the odor of a newly dried sea bed, and the stench was unlike that of anything within their ken. All about the giant vault were great chunks of richly coloured gems cut in curious facets, with cryptic inscriptions upon each. But the central object was the tomb of Lord Krang, where his great body reposed upon a slab of figured chalcedony. He was terrible to gaze upon, for even after the immense period, he still held semblance of the horrifying aspect that was traditionally assigned unto him. And the explorers that had entered gathered around him for a moment in awe, but they were distracted by the infinite wealth that lay carelessly about. They became slightly affected by it, into a type of madness, and with repulsive amour and fetishism, they stroked the jewels and clung unto them. But what happened then none can tell, for their two fellows standing guard beyond the entrance heard a peculiar sound that seemed as a slither then a scream, then the door shut again, and although the obstructing block was not touched by them, it had moved. * * * * * And Krang's tomb was again covered by the drifts; nor even after that brief glimpse of infinite wealth did any man of Phoor venture near. For the Lord Krang had roused from his long sleep, and feasted. STORIES TO COME In response to requests, we are publishing this list of stories which we have on hand: _The Legacy_ by Kenneth B. Pritchard _The Flower God_ by R. H. Barlow _Gods of the North_ by Robert E. Howard _The Ancient Voice_ by Eando Binder _The Nameless City_ by H. P. Lovecraft _From Beyond_ by H. P. Lovecraft _Beyond the Wall of Sleep_ by H. P. Lovecraft _The Epiphany of Death_ by Clark Ashton Smith _The Embalmer of Ramsville_ by Michael Weir _Phantom Lights_ by August W. Derleth _Madness of Space_ by Conrad H. Ruppert _Life and Death_ by Derwin Lesser _The Temple of Nemwah_ by Natalie H. Wooley THE BOILING POINT "Donald Alexander's letter caused me to reread carefully my own answer to Forrest Ackerman's epistolatory critique. Since my one concern was to meet Mr. Ackerman's arguments on their own ground, I am puzzled by the assertion of Mr. Alexander that I had made a fool of myself by descending to personalities. Offhand, I should have said that my letter was about as free of that sort of thing as it could conceivably have been. Perhaps there were a few mildly ironic touches; but certainly nothing of an insidious nature was implied or even intended. I do not think that any good purpose is ever served by abusive personalities. If my letter was derogatively personal, I really wonder how Mr. Alexander's should be classified."--Clark Ashton Smith