“A hundred hundred heartbeats..." whispered Sabriel, tears falling down her face.”

“Just because an apple falls one hundred times out of a hundred does not mean it will fall on the hundred and first.”

“I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.”

“It was the size of an ox, of a bull elephant, of a lifetime. It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heartbeats.”

“The pavement shattered into hundreds of pieces -- sudden fall of rain.”

“There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.”