Wedged between land and sea, the stretch of sand that was the narrow beach before my childhood home welcomes me with a display of gray and mist.

I haven't been here in years. This is not a place I remember with happiness. 

Was I happy here? I must have been. But the memories I can recall of this place are not those of the happy days. Oh no! The memories all belong to that night. The night it visited our narrow beach. The night it took Mom.

Skeljaskrímsli,

As a nation living in such close proximity to the sea, Icelanders have an overabundance of open sea monsters but also a good number of myths that talk of monsters living in freshwater lakes, brackish fjords and the many tide pools along the shore. The Skeljaskrímsli is among...

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