Glass Clock

  Glass Clock  
 

The glass clock ticked. It stood in the middle of the workshop's wooden floor, giving off a silvery light. . . Within the transparent case red and blue lights twinkled like stars. The air smelled of acid.
Now his point of view dived into the thing, the crystalline thing, plunging down through the layers of glass and quartz. They rose past him, their smoothness becoming walls hundreds of miles high, and still he fell between slabs that were becoming rough, grainy. . .
. . .full of holes. The blue and red lights were here too, pouring past him.
 —Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time
  Filed under: Books. Illustrations. Spectra. Steampunk. Grey.  
 
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