To know what is to come.
The face of a knight who'd thought he'd put away the armor long ago. He knows all too well the horrors of what is about to come. He's battled old men, such as he now is, in his youth. Yet, he is there, in his armor, his resolve firm and at peace with the death that is about to come.
Festivus and Family
I find myself back here. I'd forgotten the length of the journey in these long years; I remembered it much differently than it actually is. Over the hills, through the woods, there is no place like Grandma's house.
What made me pause was the running water. I am older now, wiser to the world, real and supernatural.
My grandmother's home is surrounded by running water. It is no place of warmth and memories, such as a child might know.
It is a prison, a confining cage for one such as the Upir of Haversham.
