Ah. Then the rosary was, quite literally, the item that made it possible for Gabe to find him. All the more reason to wear it.
Skulduggery took his hat back, flicked a piece of imaginary lint from the top, and placed it back on his skull. Well, not strictly speaking his skull; he'd won this one in a poker game about twenty years ago. The few weeks he'd spent before that as a headless skeleton had been one of the more interesting times of his life, and one of the lonelier times in his hat collection.
"If we're lucky," he replied, leaning against the cave wall with his arms folded, "there's a way up without going back out. If we're unlucky, these caves all go down. And if we're really unlucky, they'll lead to wherever those slaves have set up their camp, and they take a very dim view of trespassers."
People and objects having tunes that Gabriel could sing, for some reason, wasn't so much of a shocking revelation after learning that Gabe sang his way through the realities. Skulduggery could imagine how those melodies formed something similar to threads linking realities, the same way the Isthmus Anchor did. If he could just think of an accurate way to describe -
The realization hit Skulduggery so hard that half of his body jerked in surprise. "I may have been lying," he said carefully aloud, "when I said there was no Isthmus Anchor."
He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before. To be fair, he'd had a lot on his mind, but that shouldn't have been an excuse. Nothing was an excuse for poor detective work. "Would it make your job easier if there was already a thread linking this reality to mine, and it led directly to me?"
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Skulduggery took his hat back, flicked a piece of imaginary lint from the top, and placed it back on his skull. Well, not strictly speaking his skull; he'd won this one in a poker game about twenty years ago. The few weeks he'd spent before that as a headless skeleton had been one of the more interesting times of his life, and one of the lonelier times in his hat collection.
"If we're lucky," he replied, leaning against the cave wall with his arms folded, "there's a way up without going back out. If we're unlucky, these caves all go down. And if we're really unlucky, they'll lead to wherever those slaves have set up their camp, and they take a very dim view of trespassers."
People and objects having tunes that Gabriel could sing, for some reason, wasn't so much of a shocking revelation after learning that Gabe sang his way through the realities. Skulduggery could imagine how those melodies formed something similar to threads linking realities, the same way the Isthmus Anchor did. If he could just think of an accurate way to describe -
The realization hit Skulduggery so hard that half of his body jerked in surprise. "I may have been lying," he said carefully aloud, "when I said there was no Isthmus Anchor."
He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of this before. To be fair, he'd had a lot on his mind, but that shouldn't have been an excuse. Nothing was an excuse for poor detective work. "Would it make your job easier if there was already a thread linking this reality to mine, and it led directly to me?"