“He tore his gaze from the door to eye the medallion at his chest, black and dull, sharply offset by the gold around it and along the chain. She was losing this war, he thought, feeling the dullness of Eleanor Black’s dread swarming against his dead heart where the medallion fell. She was losing it and it did not matter who won: We would cease to be no matter the outcome.” PainDespairMedallionCedar VillageEleanor BlackNicholai Noble Book:The Phoenixes of the Nest Source: The Phoenixes of the Nest
“Wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, Christina paced in the guard tower above the main gate of Roxburgh Castle. For two days she had maintained her vigil. … Awhile later, a guard entered with an armload of fuel. “Twill be dawn in a couple of hours, m’lady. Ye really ought to try to sleep.” “Nay, not when I could see my son any moment.” “They could be another day, mayhap two.” He placed a square of peat onto the coals. She held her hands out to the warmth. “What are two days out of three and ten years?” Martial ArtsKarateScottish RomanceTime Travel RomanceWilliam WallaceMedallion Book:The Time Traveler's Christmas Source: The Time Traveler's Christmas