In the valleys where I was born they say it is God’s sword, dropped from the heavens.’
‘Don’t you?’ asked Flood.
Whirrun rubbed some dirt from the crosspiece with his thumb. ‘I used too.’
‘Now?’
‘God makes things, no? God is a farmer. A craftsman. A midwife. God gives things life.’ He tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. ‘What would God want with a sword?

Author: Joe Abercrombie

In the valleys where I was born they say it is God’s sword, dropped from the heavens.’<br />‘Don’t you?’ asked Flood.<br />Whirrun rubbed some dirt from the crosspiece with his thumb. ‘I used too.’<br />‘Now?’<br />‘God makes things, no? God is a farmer. A craftsman. A midwife. God gives things life.’ He tipped his head back and looked up at the sky. ‘What would God want with a sword? - Joe Abercrombie

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