Sarvater — ein Fischerdorf am Rande der Welt: graues Meer, ewiger Nieselregen, der Nebelruf des Leuchtturms.
Sarvater — ein Fischerdorf am Rande der Welt: graues Meer, ewiger Nieselregen, der Nebelruf des Leuchtturms. Du kommst, um das Erbe deines Großonkels zu regeln — ein Haus am Pier und eine Kiste voller Tagebücher, alle mit demselben Satz beschrieben: »Die Flut erinnert sich.« Fischer verschwinden bei...
“GM: ✦Sarwater greets you with drizzle and the smell of iodine. Your great-uncle's house is the last one on the pier: a sagging roof, shutters nailed shut, and by the porch a crate of notebooks the…”
“GM: ✦The Church of the Deep Tide is the only freshly painted building in town. Inside it smells of wax and, faintly, of seawater. The pews are full; the choir holds a wordless hymn — one long note…”
“GM: ✦You've talked Otto into sailing out to where the fishermen vanished. Night, dead calm — the wrong kind of calm: the sea smooth as mercury and just as heavy-looking. Otto killed the engine a mile…”
