It was once a whale. Now its carcass bobs, gelatinous, on the edge of the bay. The organs have…
High towers plunge you into shadow, crenellations stand jagged against the sky, and stone walls evoke…
A movement up ahead — but no! It is no movement at all. It is a mountain, perched at the point the road disappears. A troll’s tooth. A…
There is only one track. We set ourselves upon it because we must. One way in, one way out — a winding gravel road through the fjords and…