So, why Devil’s Party Press? Why an anthology called “Suspicious Activity” instead of one called “Falling Leaves,” or some such thing?
Man, get with it. We’re old. Old enough to decide to get a damn tattoo if we want one.
Old enough to know we look terrible in jeans and not care!
Old enough to write about old people having sex.
Old enough to kill people off in our stories… just because we want them dead. Oh yes.
We are too old to wait for some conglomerate publisher to decide we’re worthy. We know we’re worthy, and we’re putting it out there for all to see!
Devil’s Party Press, the “Hell’s Grannies” of publishers. Don’t get in our way. We’ll push you down.