Tinsel children of the darkness are the characters in these stories — wayward children — yet spawn of the Devil himself!
They dance — marionettes in dazzling finery — in the white spotlight our authors throw upon them. They dance the dance of death. Their thin faces smile, but it is only a set grin of pain when you examine them closely.
Their finery is as gay as their laughter sounds, yet we see that there are patches; their jewels only paste. Their lives are rapidly being snuffed out; they soon pay their debts to nature and to Humanity in full.
Read of them, yes! But follow them — no! They teach us to beware of the clammy touch of temptation and sin.
These stories are entertaining — smashingly so — but they are also object lessons to help us in life. For knowledge is power. If we know, then we are not apt to run innocently into trouble.
Harold Hersey,
Publisher