Brandon Sanderson

Book Three of the Stormlight Archive

Oathbringer

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‘You want me,' Adolin said, 'to investigate who killed Sadeas.’ Dalinar nodded, squatting down beside the corpse, though Shallan had no idea what he expected to see. The fellow was very dead. 

Only one other person was in the small chamber: a young boy. Six, perhaps seven. Tears streaked the child's face, and he struggled to lift his father's Shardblade in two hands. 

‘You can't have my daddy,' the boy said, words distorted by his sorrow. Painspren crawled around the floor. ‘You can't. You...you...' His voice fell to a whisper. ‘Daddy said... we fight monsters. And with faith, we we will win...’

That wasn't it. Instead, it was the burning in his mind, the sudden shock of a word spoken.  

‘Yeah,' Lopen added. ‘Drehy likes other guys. That's like ... he wants to be even less around women than the rest of us. It's the opposite of feminine. He is, you could say, extra manly.’

‘Where have you been?’ Dalinar said. 

‘I’ve always been here,' God said. ‘Always with you, Dalinar. Oh, I’ve watched you for a long, long time.’

‘Here? You're... not the Almighty, are you?’

‘Honor? No, he truly is dead, as you've been told.' The old man's smile deepened, genuine and kindly. ‘I’m the other one, Dalinar. They call Odium.’

Adolin sighed softly. 'Of course. He's probably their leader now or  something. Storming bridgeboy.’

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