"Yes," Skulduggery answered the cabbie - seconds before Gabe spoke.
Well, that was just grand. Skulduggery almost fancied that he could see the perfect cover story the cabbie had just handed them, like a small gift from God, flying by outside the window. How did angels remain under the radar for so long? Did they have any concept of subtlety whatsoever?
Somewhere out in the cosmos, God was shaking His head in disappointment.
"Don't mind him," Skulduggery explained when the cabbie gave him a strange look, reaching out to try and save the cover story from blowing away completely. "He would forget his own head if he could." Probably quite literally. "He also actively tries to get me into trouble with strangers, so he's really not a very good person to listen to."
"Ah." The cabbie nodded knowingly. "Like the wager, right?"
"Exactly," Skulduggery replied without missing a beat. It never failed to fascinate him how mortals actually tried to explain away the evidence of their own senses. Half the time, there wasn't even a need to call in Sanctuary officials. Skulduggery may not quite understand this particular rationalisation, but it satisfied the cabbie, and that was all that mattered.
"Gotcha." The cabbie gave Skulduggery a conspiratorial wink and honked quickly at a stopped car in front of them. "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with..." He paused. "T."
~~
Another 'shouldn't have' moment. Main roads in Dublin were never completely empty. Except for right now, for the few moments it took God to cross over and Ghastly, after a short hesitation, to follow.
But of course, what was luck to someone who'd probably invented it?
"The birthday game?" Ghastly asked with a chuckle. "I thought you said you didn't want to know the outcome." He had to fight down the impulse of treating the question like a test, which was perfectly rational, but which Ghastly already knew... wasn't exactly what God intended when he asked questions. He wasn't sure how much of the Bible that already proved obsolete, but Ghastly reckoned it was a pretty good chuck. "Fish-bowls."
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Well, that was just grand. Skulduggery almost fancied that he could see the perfect cover story the cabbie had just handed them, like a small gift from God, flying by outside the window. How did angels remain under the radar for so long? Did they have any concept of subtlety whatsoever?
Somewhere out in the cosmos, God was shaking His head in disappointment.
"Don't mind him," Skulduggery explained when the cabbie gave him a strange look, reaching out to try and save the cover story from blowing away completely. "He would forget his own head if he could." Probably quite literally. "He also actively tries to get me into trouble with strangers, so he's really not a very good person to listen to."
"Ah." The cabbie nodded knowingly. "Like the wager, right?"
"Exactly," Skulduggery replied without missing a beat. It never failed to fascinate him how mortals actually tried to explain away the evidence of their own senses. Half the time, there wasn't even a need to call in Sanctuary officials. Skulduggery may not quite understand this particular rationalisation, but it satisfied the cabbie, and that was all that mattered.
"Gotcha." The cabbie gave Skulduggery a conspiratorial wink and honked quickly at a stopped car in front of them. "I spy with my little eye, something beginning with..." He paused. "T."
~~
Another 'shouldn't have' moment. Main roads in Dublin were never completely empty. Except for right now, for the few moments it took God to cross over and Ghastly, after a short hesitation, to follow.
But of course, what was luck to someone who'd probably invented it?
"The birthday game?" Ghastly asked with a chuckle. "I thought you said you didn't want to know the outcome." He had to fight down the impulse of treating the question like a test, which was perfectly rational, but which Ghastly already knew... wasn't exactly what God intended when he asked questions. He wasn't sure how much of the Bible that already proved obsolete, but Ghastly reckoned it was a pretty good chuck. "Fish-bowls."