Every time I drive by the gas stations and supermarkets along Route 1 as it passes through Borgarnes, I’m reminded…

This Old Icelandic story begins and ends with dick jokes, which is totally my type of story. It’s classified as…

This saga starts out with some big, hairy asshole named Kveld-Úlfur (“evening-wolf”), who may or may not be a werewolf….

So some dude named Oddi, who is a good at astronomy but shitty at poetry, eats a bunch of psychedelic…