Born as a god. Raised as a rogue. Dagger is a street kid, growing up in a city ruled by a brutal totalitarianism. He came into the world through a blasphemous ritual to resurrect his father… too bad the father in question is a bloodthirsty god whose soul was banished at the dawn of time. The boy is hidden in a guild of rogues, where an albino girl is the only person in the world who does not consider him a monster because of his red eyes. But the Gorgors—servants of the exiled god and incarnation of the deepest nightmares—are already on his track, and Dagger will soon realize that there is no refuge for him. Soon, he will realize that no one can fight against himself. Note from the author: I wrote a dark fantasy whose purpose was to break with tradition, the narrative addressing more existential issues rather than the overused formula of evil against good. In Dagger the struggle between good and evil is not clear, nor easily identifiable. It is a tormented process with an outcome that is difficult to predict. I don't sell pre-cooked messages to the reader. I decided to create a story with multiple interpretations.