And crushed it one-handed till the powder sifted gray between my fingers still sticky with the drying grease of my mothers womb.
Seeing this my father raised his hands and saidVerily on this day has the Lord sent unto us a champion. Or words to that effect. This story has been told and retold so many times since the events took place that doubtless my fathers utterance has grown more refined over the years. I could be convinced with little troubleknowing the manner of man he wasthat at the time his actual words were more akin toHeaven save us all from this demon! or even something coarser such asFuck me brother! which was all in all his favorite expression of wonder or surprise.
But anyway. Whatever he said or didnt say I cant vouch for. The story was soon enough about that I was the champion sent to deliver the people. My people the Israelites. All that was wanted was the opportunity as well as of course a few quiet years for me to grow up.
Excerpted from The Book of Samson by Davin Maine. Copyright © 2006 by David Maine. Excerpted by permission of ST. Martin's Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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