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“This was how I would die. Strangled by an attractive, seminaked woman inside a fridge with a giant tarantula in the middle of a sea of carnivorous jam. As I blacked out, all I could think of was a fortune teller I'd spoken to a few years ago, and how full of shit she'd turned out to be.”

Quote by Yahtzee Croshaw

Book:Jam

Work

Jam

In this thought-provoking novel, the author delves into the intricate relationships and underlying tensions within a close-knit community. Set against the backdrop of a traditional fruit festival, the story unfolds as characters navigate personal struggles and the collective identity of their town. more

Author

Yahtzee Croshaw
Yahtzee Croshaw

Yahtzee Croshaw, born on May 24, 1983, is a renowned journalist. He is known for his work in the gaming media sector, where he has made a name for himself with his unique sense of humor and insightful analysis of the gaming industry. more

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