I haven't done one of these in a while, so here's a never-before-seen extract from Dawn Rising. Woo hoo!
In this scene, Luthian is about to take the final step on his path to becoming a mage. (You may find it useful to know that the people of Endarion are each born with a unique birthstone at their throat; it is the removal of the birthstone that allows someone to access the power in blood, both theirs and others'.)
As always, if you have any thoughts (positive or negative) then hit me in the comments section.
“Are you ready?” Isidor asks me. The two of us are standing on the lake shore, facing across the water in the direction of Othitali. I glance at him, but can read nothing in his calm features. My own palms are sweating, fear taking its relentless hold. I doubted my ability to come this far, yet here I am: dressed in the thin white robe of the making, my knife at my belt. Earlier I prepared that knife, sharpening it until it could cleave a falling hair, flaming the blade until it glowed red-hot. Now there is nothing left between me and the one moment in my whole life that truly matters.