“Clockwork could not run counter to its nature. The seconds, minutes, and hours moved only forward. Patient, precise, and unstoppable. Memory was an indulgence, an illusion that broke like a wave upon the juggernaut of time. The past remained the past.” RunningPastHoursMemoriesMinutesIllusionMovedPatientWaveBrokeSecondsPreciseIndulgenceUnstoppableClockworkJuggernaut Book:The Clockwork Three Source: The Clockwork Three
“In the early morning hours, Hannah read at the table by the dim light of dawn. She leaned in close to the pages, chin resting on her folded arms, eyes racing over the words, like chasing butterflies over the hills, to catch as many as she could before going to work. She wondered at how such tales of magic could be contained by mere paper and ink for her to read again and again.” LightEyeHoursMorningMagicArmsPaperPagesTablesMereTalesHillsDawnRacingButterflyAgain And AgainChasingGoing To WorkInkChinsEarly MorningChasing Butterflies Book:The Clockwork Three Source: The Clockwork Three
