Dinner Bell for the Dream Worms
Jason Wuchenich

Have you ever wanted to taste your fiction in fetid detail? Does the thought of inducing bloody mind-vomit excite you? Perhaps you should answer the dinner bell and gorge yourself.

The technicolour fairytales of Jason Wuchenich's 'Dinner Bell for the Dream Worms' are a celebration of divine depravity. Marvel as clusters of vine-grown skanks turn the world into a sewer of dirty sex. Learn to sympathise with a love-stricken Incubus who can only materialise with the aid of flatulence. Delight at the magical song of anal-dwelling minstrels. Enter a mind set where scalping yourself is an understandable reaction to an impending television appearance.

With enough deranged sex and gratuitous violence to weave into a horrifying rug, Jason Wuchenich's first book is a perfect combination of brains and vomit.