Uncanny Tales (Canadian Pulp Magazine)

Uncanny Tales was a Canadian science fiction pulp magazine that ran from November 1940 to September 1943. It was created in response to the wartime reduction of imports on British and American science-fiction pulp magazines.

Science fiction, fantasy and weird fiction pulp magazines
  • A. Merritt's Fantasy Magazine
  • Amazing Stories
  • Astonishing Stories
  • Astounding Stories
  • Captain Future
  • Comet
  • Cosmic Stories
  • Dynamic Science Fiction
  • Dynamic Science Stories
  • Famous Fantastic Mysteries
  • Fantastic Adventures
  • Fantastic Novels
  • Fantastic Story Magazine
  • Fantasy
  • Future Science Fiction
  • Ghost Stories
  • Marvel Science Stories
  • Miracle Science and Fantasy Stories
  • Out of This World Adventures
  • Planet Stories
  • Science Fiction
  • Science Fiction Quarterly
  • Space Stories
  • Startling Stories
  • Stirring Science Stories
  • Strange Stories
  • Strange Tales
  • Super Science Stories
  • Tales of Magic and Mystery
  • Tales of Wonder
  • Ten Story Fantasy
  • The Thrill Book
  • Tops in Science Fiction
  • Two Complete Science-Adventure Books
  • Uncanny Stories
  • Uncanny Tales (Canadian)
  • Uncanny Tales (U.S.)
  • Unknown
  • Vargo Statten Science Fiction Magazine
  • Weird Tales
  • The Witch's Tales
  • Wonder Stories


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