Clockwork Planet Mga Nobela at Kwento

I narrowed my eyes at a brown clock on the table as we made our way outside. "What's this?" I stopped to pick it up. "That's just my time run." He said, receiving the rusty looking clock from me. "Don't touch it, it could be dangerous." "Dangerous, how?" I resumed walking while he led the way. "You see, for three years now, I've been working on a time machine, but that's never happened. No success at all." He began. "Okay?" I raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "But I managed to come up with the time run. It's a reverse clock that takes you to twelve noon the day you use it." He explained even though I was unable to comprehend.

Its hands were carved from black crystal. Neither hand moved. Around the edge of the clock stood twelve stone archways. Eleven were sealed with enormous doors of polished granite. The twelfth stood open. Beyond it... Only brilliant golden light. The same light Adrian had seen beneath the roots moments earlier. He stepped toward the clock. Every footstep echoed unnaturally loud. Then he noticed something strange. The clock had no numbers. Instead... Twelve names were carved around its edge. Some had been erased by time. Others remained perfectly clear.

she whispered, her porcelain face chiseled with a terrible grin. "Now look at the clock." Through the sky above the copper cables a massive three-story bronze wheel, the central treasury clock of the capital, began to lower itself through the plum-colored clouds. The second hand of the clock was a thirty-foot double-edged steel guillotine that was falling toward the center of the lead registry with every tick. The time was three seconds to midnight. The steel wire inside Elara's palm gave a volcanic thump, the green numbers in her mind turning into a solid column of white zeros.

These were entities who could adjust the gravitational constant of a sun with a turn of a brass wrench or rewrite the atmospheric composition of a gas giant by whispering a new "Resonance-Code." Audrey looked at her own reflection in a pool of "Liquid-Memory" within the Grand Refectory. She saw a woman whose silhouette was composed of shifting geometric gears and starlight, yet she still wore the heavy leather apron of a master smith. The "Clockwork-Gods" did not demand worship; they demanded "Maintenance." They were the "Deities of the Daily-Grind," and their temples were the massive, inter-dimensional refineries that hummed with the effort of keeping the multiversal engine in gear.

"A gift. Just for you." Meanwhile, I could see everything clearly—Jamie was wrapping detonator wires around his body. She was going to blow him up. Then she pressed something heavy into his hands. It was the bomb. "Ready? It's time to unwrap your present." Lucas nodded whole-heartedly, and Jamie tore the necktie off of his face. His delighted expression melted into one of horror as his eyes landed on the device, all color draining from his face in an instant. "What is this, honey? Is this a joke? Stop it! It really isn't funny!"

She nodded to Sera, who tapped a specific sequence on the pedestal’s interface. Suddenly, the "stopped" clock didn't just restart; it transformed. The pedestal’s glass cleared, revealing that the "stopped" gears were merely a holographic projection—the "Ghost Pedestal" Elias had created. The real Medici clock was perfectly functional, its golden gears moving with a silent, mesmerizing fluidity.

A statue of a white wolf, with prominent blue eyes was built up at the pinnacle and below it was a large clock, ticking away. This was the clock. I rushed up the aisle, stepping onto the altar as I stood before the clock to see clearly. Then I realized that this clock was different from the usual ones we knew. Its values were a six hour interval where the seconds value was supposed to be. And a twenty-four hour interval for where the hours were supposed to be. What day is twelve o'clock? Twelve o'clock? Oh. She was talking about the northern cardinal. "Thursday." And where is the hour hand?

“That’s the thing. You won’t have to teach me anything. The clock’s already ticking.” He flicked his chin toward his cuffed wrist, and for a second I thought he meant to show off the timepiece: something Swiss that believed in timeless value. The right-hand guard stripped it and passed it to Elky with two fingers like it was contagious. The face wasn’t ticking—it was counting down. 04:59:27. I felt the numbers in the back of my teeth. “Dead-switch,” Andros said cheerfully.

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I jumped into other pages where I could get information because I'm too sleepy already to browse the other pages. The 106th page tackles all about the blank clock birthmarks. The absence of a date of love on the right palm indicates success. Having no clock birthmarks on the left palm means unpredictable death. While the absence of two clock birthmarks on the two palms indicates freedom. It is stated that here in our world, there are only 2 out of 10 people who are born with the same case as mine. I suddenly felt happy upon the mysterious disappearance of my two clock birthmarks. It means that I am free to do anything I want and fate has no control to interfere with my life.