Tide Washed Trouble
face on a stage of wooden scaffolding that surrounds the top of the tower.
Merry Christmas you Sack of Shit
Dec 21, 5 am the bright green light on the clock facing matt read 5 am, his cell phone had woken him up yet again, until he saw that it was the same unknown number as yesterday he would've gone back to bed, but curiosity got the better of him again this time
Too Close
Though the night was dark as pitch, ace could see by the light of the alarm clock's face - and as a vulpine, he had some degree of night vision, though much of that had been bred out of his kind over the generations.
Chapter Four: Weird Science
The jade foam dripping from the clock face made it hard to read. galatea flattened herself out a bit to fit into the tub behind him.
Chapter IX: A Hunter is Born
The image of a blank clock face was drawn across his golden irises. brilliant, golden light exploded out from behind chronos' back. six, black and gold, blade-like wings erupted from his back.
Night at the Kennidons
._" the beast began to weep, its tears falling upon the clock face even in the midst of frozen time as gentle droplets trickled through. tick. tick. tock.
2 - Hunter/Hunted
An explosion filled the screen as a walleye missile blew the large clock face inward, launched from an ominous looking helicopter on the other side of the screen. his face reappeared on the screen, next to the visage of a solemn-looking feline head.
Thesis
'two,' the extensions over the clock's face seemed to rotate faster. the pupils on the predator-made-prey's face wobbled as they followed the increasing speed.
Chronomancer Chronicles: The Burning Rebellion 2.0
Perhaps its only signs of individuality were the gargoyles that seemed so miniscule compared to the sun goddess and the broad, black 'wings' that flared out beside the enormous clock face. unfortunately, the clock tower did not run.
Chronomancer Chronicles: Bloodfyre - 3.0
Harm's eyes trailed the artful designs of incendian history and couldn't help but smile when he spied the traces of a clock face without any hands hidden amongst the designs.
Chapter XIV: Plotting through the Darkness
A strange glyph shaped like an intricately designed clock face appeared at his feet and he seemed to stand on it despite the angle. he launched off the glistening platform. the wulfun disappeared behind another boulder.
Royal Red (excerpt)
She made her way to the big clock--it was unmistakable, an ugly monstrosity of stone blocks with a clock face at the top. a lot of lean, athletic dragons were milling around already, cloth numbers around their necks.