"I do tend to have that effect," Skulduggery agreed.
Every so often - even back at the Institute, with their powers bound and identities hidden, even before Skulduggery knew who Gabe really was - the Archangel would say or do something that only further struck home just how old he really was. It wasn't the poem, exactly, although Skulduggery had never heard it before; and it wasn't that the poem was in Gaelic, either. It was mainly the way Gabriel delivered it.
His power was definitely over words, alright. Even the cabbie was awestruck, and Skulduggery would have bet money that their taxi driver didn't know enough Gaelic to understand the words themselves.
When Gabe had finished, a crystalline silence fell over the cab, broken only by the sounds of Dublin traffic outside. Skulduggery let that comfortable silence stretch for a few minutes, and then he shook his head. "None of those were my 's' word. In either language."
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Guild's daughter followed Dad's gaze to the aforementioned stall, and she instantly squealed with excitement. "Can we go, Daddy? Please? Pleeeease?"
"In a minute." Guild had returned his attention to Dad, and the look in his eyes... wasn't exactly suspicious anymore. But it wasn't exactly friendly, either. "A friend of Bespoke's. Where are you from?"
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Every so often - even back at the Institute, with their powers bound and identities hidden, even before Skulduggery knew who Gabe really was - the Archangel would say or do something that only further struck home just how old he really was. It wasn't the poem, exactly, although Skulduggery had never heard it before; and it wasn't that the poem was in Gaelic, either. It was mainly the way Gabriel delivered it.
His power was definitely over words, alright. Even the cabbie was awestruck, and Skulduggery would have bet money that their taxi driver didn't know enough Gaelic to understand the words themselves.
When Gabe had finished, a crystalline silence fell over the cab, broken only by the sounds of Dublin traffic outside. Skulduggery let that comfortable silence stretch for a few minutes, and then he shook his head. "None of those were my 's' word. In either language."
~~
Guild's daughter followed Dad's gaze to the aforementioned stall, and she instantly squealed with excitement. "Can we go, Daddy? Please? Pleeeease?"
"In a minute." Guild had returned his attention to Dad, and the look in his eyes... wasn't exactly suspicious anymore. But it wasn't exactly friendly, either. "A friend of Bespoke's. Where are you from?"