The Clay That Woke was right on the edge for me. Possibly for similar reasons as Polaris. Which…you know, poetry maybe? But I think it has a lot more for me to do with establishing expectations. As in, they take their sweet time telling me why they’re worth the effort.

As a side note, I get deeply worried about passing along the tone and intent of all that purple prose (never mind the details required for a somewhat consistent SIS) when I know I’m the only one reading it.

I was kind of on that like with Sagas of the Icelanders as well, but I sussed out the game as basically very violent family drama and didn’t worry so much about “getting Iceland right.”