Tick, tick, tick, tock. Once you’ve wound some things up nothing can stop them . . .
It is a cold winter’s night when Karl enters the White Horse Tavern looking like he’s swallowed a thundercloud. His final task as a clockmaker apprentice is to make a new figure for the great clock of Glockenheim. He has not made the figure – or got any idea of what it could be, and the unveiling is tomorrow.
Phillip Pullman Clockwork