The Timekeeper's Apprentice (The Aetherlight: Chronicles of the Resistance)

When the son of the watchmaker is woken by a discomfiting sound, he knows it means trouble. Outside on the wet and slippery cobblestones of the once-thriving port town of No Man's Landing, the metal boots of the automatons clang with regimented force enforcing the Emperor's curfew. But that's a sound Barthian has known since the day he came into this world, so it's hardly something that would wake him from sleep.

From his straw bed in the workshop, Barthian can hear his father's gooey cough as the fog fever takes hold of him again. It's a damp night, and although it's slightly warmer inside the cottage than it is out here in the workshop, Barthian can tell that his father is struggling . If he doesn't get a tonic from Lukas soon ... well, it doesn't bear thinking about. But that's not the sound that has woken Barthian.

The young boy aims his ear at the clocks around the walls. So many of them ... big clocks, small clocks, old clocks, ancient clocks! Every clock in Aethasia has passed through this workshop, and a great many of them have stayed here, usually because the owner has run out of money, left the town looking for work, or worse. Barthian listens for their mechanisms, their hearts ... the cogs, the springs, the swinging of the pendulums as they mark the passing of the night.

Tonight there's something wrong. He's sure of it, even if the best pairs of ears in Aethasia would struggle to notice what has woken Barthian.

Yes, the clocks are slowing down.

All of them.

Known to many as 'The Postman', this is Jones first work. Is it fiction, he'd tell you it's not!