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Medallion (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.05 — 265 ratings — published 1985
ORIGINAL PRINTED PATENT APPLICATION NUMBER 20,326 FOR ELECTRIC CIRCUITS FOR RAILWAY SIGNALS. (1910)
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avg rating 0.0 — 0 ratings — published
The Front Office: A Hedge Fund Guide for Retail, Day Traders, and Aspiring Quants (Paperback)
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avg rating 4.19 — 67 ratings — published
Make a Medallion: Interchangeable components for making medallion quilts (Paperback)
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avg rating 0.0 — 0 ratings — published 1985
Medallion Quilts: The Art and Technique of Creating Medallion Quilts, Including a Rich Collection of Historic and Contemporary Examples (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as medallion)
avg rating 4.15 — 13 ratings — published 1982
Codename Chimera 68 (Kindle Edition)
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avg rating 3.49 — 87 ratings — published 2012
Vamplayers (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as medallion)
avg rating 3.60 — 328 ratings — published 2011
Zombies Don't Cry (Living Dead Love Story, #1)
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avg rating 3.54 — 1,599 ratings — published 2011
Jinxed (Friends and Lovers Trilogy, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as medallion)
avg rating 3.57 — 500 ratings — published 2004
The Keepers of Sulbreth (The Futhark Chronicles, #1)
by (shelved 1 time as medallion)
avg rating 4.36 — 28 ratings — published 2010
Beyond the Gate (The Futhark Chronicles, #2)
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avg rating 4.50 — 12 ratings — published 2011
“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.”
― The Phoenixes of the Nest
― 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?”
― The Time Traveler's Christmas
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?”
― The Time Traveler's Christmas
