Identity: Chapter Forty
Then again, news travelled like clockwork in the crime world, so perhaps...? the wolf's voice was as cool and collected as ever, the british accent perfectly pronounced. "i believe i have the information you need." "already?" "yes.
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 25
It's always been twenty-eight days with you, every time, like clockwork. tick-tock tick-tock._ she raised her chin and let her shirt fall down, covering her traitorous body.
Day 12
"sir, like clockwork sir!" thallin reported. "good, continue with that." "sir!" turning she started yelling orders at triple the rate she had been, incised to maintain the schedule.
Two Steps from Heaven
The ground floor was a massive ring; the center was an elevated stage with a laser light show and holographic projections; around the stage was the dance floor, which slowly rotated using some humongous clockwork mechanism below, keeping the drunken partygoers
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 54
That strange crackly noise, like dying embers, was the sporadic sound of bones snapping and clockwork jaws closing shut, cleaving through muscle and tendon one agonisingly slow increment at a time.
Ander - Chapter 6, Subchapter 53
That strange crackly noise, like dying embers, was the sporadic sound of bones snapping and clockwork jaws closing shut, cleaving through muscle and tendon one agonisingly slow increment at a time.
Clarity - Prologue: Everyday Reality
Even so, there's no time to stand here upset at what that infernal clockwork just took from me; the casserole will burn at the edges otherwise. i open the oven, mitts readied.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 3
Chapter 3: the order in gryning the little brown wolf, irda, was bound by an endless series of routines, that wound him like clockwork in the morning and set him running till night.
Tuff Ch. 5
Alex's voice escalated and like clockwork there was a thundering down the hall. the brothers groaned in unison before the door to their room flung open and an irritated father stood in the doorway. the light flicked on and they all flinched briefly.
Gutpunch 10: The Ur-stalker of the Deathplane; A Hunting
It was made of gears and contraptions, clockwork spinning and turning. but it thought. he thought. he thought and spoke such elegant poetry and his voice cracked with joy and sorrow and pain.
39. Rites
These hulking behemoth moved back and forth like clockwork around a central figure, but who it was he couldn't see. he stepped into the main room and crept along the wall, though he began to wonder if they even cared he was there at all.
Jamming With Matt (Diapers)
He hoped that one day, his body would operate like clockwork: feeling like he had more control of his body. going back to hindsight -- and thinking about what could have been -- depressed him greatly.