They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

In this experimental fantasy novel, a first person protagonist Eliseo and his peers will partake in a dangerous adventure. They have been chosen to "save their people" and they must enter Havlard's Dungeon. The Dungeon houses some of the most evil things known to the world. They must reach the bottom and defeat the Broodmother, the creator of all evil. Nobody has succeeded in the many years this has been practiced. This is an experimental novel, I have not written much before and any feedback would be appreciated.