(In Detective fiction weekly, Feb. 9, 1929)

The Immortal storm: a history of science fiction fandom.

FORD, ESTHER J. SEE All fiction stories annual, 1946.

*Amazing Stories,* Hugo Gernsback's original science fiction magazine, paid a couple cents a word.

Her first volume of stories, Scenes of Clerical Life (1858), showed decisively that she was master of fiction writing.

BACON, DAISY, ed. All fiction detective stories.

Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, born in Cornwall in 1863, is a fiction writer, critic, poet, and anthologist.

The tale was told to Nazareth's sober men, And Nazareth's matrons told it oft again; The maids retold it at the fountain's side; The youthful shepherds doubted or denied; It passed around among the listening friends, With all that fancy adds and fiction lends, Till newer marvels dimmed the young renown Of Joseph's son, who talked the Rabbies down.

The Science fiction galaxy.

Continuing national audience study: the popular fiction group.

Some of these fables, to my shame be it spoken, might possibly be traced back to mine own veracious self; and if any passages of the present tale should startle the reader's faith, I must be content to bear the stigma of a fiction-monger.

The ruins, too, of some majestic piece, Boasting the power of ancient Rome or Greece, Whose statues, friezes, columns broken lie, And, though defaced, the wonder of the eye; What nature, art, bold fiction e'er durst frame, Her forming hand gave feature to the name.

This process was simply to make one fiction authority for another.

Through her thick veil the clusters of lights in the Spragg drawing-room dilated and flowed together in a yellow blur, from which, as she entered, a figure detached itself; and with a start of annoyance she saw Ralph Marvell rise from the perusal of the "fiction number" of a magazine which had replaced "The Hound of the Baskervilles" on the onyx table.

La fiction parfois, la falsification jamais; aucun grossissement de lignes; fidélité absolue à la couleur des temps et à l'esprit des civilisations diverses.

She could not see him asking this; and yet, regarded as a fiction plunge, it seemed bigger and more formidable than Wordling could devise.

This poem, like most of Masefield's long narrative poems, is a story of human failure,a dull prosaic failure, such as prose fiction presents in its pessimistic moods.

In one great town in the North prose fiction forms 76 per cent of all the books lent.

And there are tales, legends, reports, many mere fiction doubtless, but some possibly of a different character, which represent this and that doer of evil as compelled, either by the law of his or her own troubled being, or by some law external thereto, ever, or at fixed intervals, to haunt the moldering scenes of their past, and ever dream horribly afresh the deeds done in the body.

It is by no means their error to give the world or the good things of the world all for love; and before the authors of moral fiction couple Cupid indivisibly with calculating prudence, we would have them reflect, that they may sometimes lend their aid to substitute more mean, more sordid, and more selfish motives of conduct, for the romantic feelings which their predecessors perhaps fanned into too powerful a flame.

But one story just before Harte that astonished the fiction audience with its power and art was Harriet Prescott Spofford's (1835- ) The Amber Gods (January and February, 1860, Atlantic), with its startling ending, "I must have died at ten minutes past one."