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So here's an excerpt from my book. It's still in rough draft form, so be gentle.

He heard the cry of an eagle, far off in the distance. All thoughts of turning back, of hesitation had to be squashed. He had a role to fulfill; a purpose, and that was what he would do. There was no backing off now, no other road to take, and now there was no time left.
He sat down, crossing his legs and began to prepare himself. He quieted all sensation, all thought, all outside influence. It was just him and his body. He reached right down inside his soul and began to pull. The pain that began slowly, yet grew to fill every part of his body with a liquid fire did not even faze him. Anyone observing him would have simply thought him meditating, or perhaps asleep. He was anything but. Though his eyes were closed, his awareness of himself and of the world around him became near to omnipotent. After what would have seemed to him like a long time (if his mind had been aware of it), he rose, black cloak blowing in the early morning breeze, the rest of his pitch black garb tight as skin. He was of a different mindset entirely now. There was only one thing to do now, only one thing that mattered, only one thing that existed.
Take the child. Kill the rest.
He started down the slope toward the town, unhurriedly.

Hope you enjoyed it! More to follow! Ciao for now!!!