A Clockwork Orange Novels & Stories

And though his state of surprise had faded, he was still very much interested in what he was seeing. “And this,” Cronos pointed at the clock in his chest before taking a small pause. “Well, you know what this is, don’t you?” Cronos smirked and Mane nodded his head. The grey clock that reeked of time and ticked several seconds into minutes and minutes into seconds was one that Mane had never seen before. Yet he didn’t need to be told what it was. “The Clock of Eternity,” Mane croaked, his voice patchy and broken like a man who had known no food nor wine for decades.

It was the silence that followed the cannon fire. ​“Cassian, look out!” Winnie cried. ​I spun just in time to see a mechanical monstrosity crashing through a glass storefront. It was a ‘Clockwork Hound’—a terrifying blend of brass gears and biological components, its eyes glowing with a red, artificial light. It lunged at me, its steel jaws snapping with enough force to crush a boulder. ​I didn’t move. I let the shadow take me.