“As she walked, clock towers across Prague started arguing midnight, and the long, fraught Monday came at last to a close.”
“It was a Monday and they walked on a tightrope to the sun.”
“Amy sighed. Just when she started to almost like Ian again—after all, he'd flown across the ocean and had been working around the clock to help—his snob quotient went through the roof.”
“If it was a time bomb, then what she had done that day was started the clock.”
“Okay, Shane," Agnes said as Brenda's clock gonged midnight. "I got Joey in the kitchen, a cop in the front hall, a dead body in the basement, and you in my bedroom. Where do you want to start?”
“It was a strangely disorienting feeling, to have something you'd relied on for so long start to change, like finding out that gravity no longer worked on Mondays.”