But I thought of it as the enchanted knight's crystal coffin.

Marit recalled the face of the woman in the crystal coffin.

At the same instant, two crystal coffins sprang into being.

He turned and stared down at the crystal coffin.

A more immediate problem was the weight of the crystal coffin.

Inside the wall, lying in a crystal coffin, was a Sartan woman.

Then, slowly, his hand moved to another crystal coffin beside hers.

The sun reflected like a flare off the crystal coffin's polished surface.

Harman stood at the foot of the crystal coffin and shook.

The witch moving but silent, and perhaps soon dead in her crystal coffin.