In all the brief and hopeless fantasies of someday being rescued, that sentence had never really occurred to Skulduggery.
For a split second, an image of a little cherub with a harp crossed his mind, complete with a little skeleton in a suit clinging onto the angel's ankle and the golden music of the harp tearing a hole in the background. It almost made Skulduggery laugh. The annoying thing was, he couldn't be sure if this revelation proved Gabe was real or not. Honestly, it could go either way. It wasn't like he had any idea what God's angels would be able to do, although Skulduggery had to congratulate his imagination on the new concept if this turned out to be another pointless attempt at getting away.
The whispers came almost immediately after the screech, and while Skulduggery had been expecting them, they didn't hit him any less hard than they clearly hit Gabe - or the hallucination of Gabe. Skulduggery was simply more used to them; he knew how to think over them and how to ignore their grating, powerful effect on his psyche.
"High," he answered the question, heading over to a break in the alley wall. "Er," he added as an afterthought. "Near the top."
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In all the brief and hopeless fantasies of someday being rescued, that sentence had never really occurred to Skulduggery.
For a split second, an image of a little cherub with a harp crossed his mind, complete with a little skeleton in a suit clinging onto the angel's ankle and the golden music of the harp tearing a hole in the background. It almost made Skulduggery laugh. The annoying thing was, he couldn't be sure if this revelation proved Gabe was real or not. Honestly, it could go either way. It wasn't like he had any idea what God's angels would be able to do, although Skulduggery had to congratulate his imagination on the new concept if this turned out to be another pointless attempt at getting away.
The whispers came almost immediately after the screech, and while Skulduggery had been expecting them, they didn't hit him any less hard than they clearly hit Gabe - or the hallucination of Gabe. Skulduggery was simply more used to them; he knew how to think over them and how to ignore their grating, powerful effect on his psyche.
"High," he answered the question, heading over to a break in the alley wall. "Er," he added as an afterthought. "Near the top."