I Was Ninety-nine Point Nine Percent Sure

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.

Are You Still Faint From The Run? Or Was It My Kissing Expertise?

You Don’t Have Anything Like This. For Crying Out Loud, You Only Own One Skirt!

If You Don’t Send Edward Out,” Emmett—still Invisible In The Night—hissed Menacingly, “we’re Coming In After Him!” “go,” I Laughed. “before They Break My House.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.