God enjoyed riding roller coasters, and taking on the form of a grizzled cowboy.
Had Skulduggery believed his thoughts were stopped? Suddenly, he very much wished they had. He was almost afraid to ask another question, and that was just as mind-numbingly unfamiliar as anything else in this suddenly bizarre conversation. Skulduggery had never been afraid to ask questions before. Asking questions was part of what made him such a good detective.
"Fine," Skulduggery answered Gabe, perhaps a little too quickly. He hesitated as well, for a little longer, before his gaze and skull drifted back to the crucifix behind the altar. "God has an affinity for cowboys, and enjoys going to theme parks. I'm perfectly fine."
The figure of Jesus nailed to the cross suddenly seemed to loom over them, and the story of his birth faded slowly back into Skulduggery's mind. "Exactly how much of the Bible is accurate?" he asked, as much for a change of subject as a genuine interest in the answer.
no subject
Had Skulduggery believed his thoughts were stopped? Suddenly, he very much wished they had. He was almost afraid to ask another question, and that was just as mind-numbingly unfamiliar as anything else in this suddenly bizarre conversation. Skulduggery had never been afraid to ask questions before. Asking questions was part of what made him such a good detective.
"Fine," Skulduggery answered Gabe, perhaps a little too quickly. He hesitated as well, for a little longer, before his gaze and skull drifted back to the crucifix behind the altar. "God has an affinity for cowboys, and enjoys going to theme parks. I'm perfectly fine."
The figure of Jesus nailed to the cross suddenly seemed to loom over them, and the story of his birth faded slowly back into Skulduggery's mind. "Exactly how much of the Bible is accurate?" he asked, as much for a change of subject as a genuine interest in the answer.