“The twilight tints have left the sky, and night commences her watch over the world, high in the heavens is her taper lit, around which will soon glow a thousand kindred flames.” —Henry James Slack
The one thing they never tell you before you visit Jotunheim is the drums. You never hear them. But you feel them.
You haven’t seen a raven in 9 years, but you hear them croaking behind you every day.
You hear drips in the caves. It’s not water, they say. If you hear it stop, you should get to the surface as fast as possible.
“Have some mead!” your host says, and you do. You drink for hours, and the mead horn never empties. Upon reflection, you don’t think it ever was.
You tie a wolf with rope. You tie a wolf with chain. You tie a wolf with thread. Only after do you realize you can’t tie the thread with only one hand.
