Publisher's blurb: Within this swamp lies the isle of the goddess, a strange rocky outcropping that appears to be in the shape of a sleeping women and wherein the isle gains it’s name. Bones and decaying plant matter litter the ground, while the dark waters slowly dash against the fetid soil. Twisted trees covered in moss stand deadly still, a the smell of decay pervades the air. Cradled in the isles arms hides a small rocky opening that leads down a hewn rock staircase. Below lies an ancient dungeon, the location of the pools of decay… Small ferns and other fauna glow ever so lightly in the darkness and the rushing of water can be heard all around. Holes in the walls spout streaming of water that seam to have made their way down from the surface, slowing eroding the rocky interior of this place. At the end of the dungeon lies a large well, it’s swirling waters embodied by foul ancient magics. For it is said that this well holds the power to give life to those long dead, as long as you gift it with but a hair of the one you wish to return…