The Priest’s Fingers

On the man’s face—for a man it was, old and somehow unpleasant—was painted the definition of surprise. His mouth hung open; his wide eyes boring into mine with terror equal to my own. To this day, I will never forget that sight: a phantom more scared of the living than the living fears the dead. It must be a terrible existence to be an apparition, whose only purpose is to cling to the slowly fading past.

“Fairy King, attend and mark…”

The Longing With the biting cold of winter upon us and darkness falling early each day, I find myself drawn towards games that reflect this period of quiet, restfulness, and restoration. The Longing, with its slow pace and emphasis on patience and exploration, is the perfect choice for such a season. 2020’s The Longing isContinue reading ““Fairy King, attend and mark…””