“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. It was the future, and everything sucked.”
“It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
“His hands struck her any hour of the day, like hands that strike a clock, whether early, whether late; they strike, they strike.”
“Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice still wide enough open to let them all slink through.”
“It was a full moon and, shining on all the snow, it made everything almost as bright as day -- only the shadows were rather confusing.”
“The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike”