Page:Weird Tales volume 33 number 04.djvu/7



HE city was dead. Nu Yok, the greatest monument mankind ever reared upon the face of Earth, was dead. No creature of flesh and blood moved along her thousands of miles of multiple-tiered streets, glanced appreciatively and pridefully outward and downward through dizzying azure depths from the gleaming pinnacles of her four-thousand-foot towers, 'strolled or lounged in her unkempt and silent parks. No silvery