That was something Skulduggery had always wondered about, actually. How did you gamble with an omnipotent and omniscient being? Where was the fun for either party? God was becoming more and more fascinating with each new tidbit of information Gabe revealed.

Finbar laughed. "I like a man who isn't afraid to lose." He paused, as if silently trying to pick apart that sentence in his mind, or change it around so it made a little more sense; then he gave up and moved on. "What about those prayers, Skul?"

Rolling his eyes. That was also a new and welcome sensation that Skulduggery appreciated having at his disposal for the moment. "God hears everything, and Gabe hears anything with his name in it. You get to leap to the front of the queue, apparently."

"I do?" Finbar blinked. "Why? Because I'm psychic?"

"And Gabriel is the patron saint of psychics."

Finbar's eyes widened. "That's also true? I'm flattered. Don't think I'm going to be praying for anything for a while, though." He hesitated, and then smiled a wide and worrying smile. "Unless you can convince Skul-man to give me some of that red sand in his boots you mentioned."