You Are So Bizarre, Even For A

I Was Like A Lost Moon―my Planet Destroyed In Some Cataclysmic, Disaster-movie Scenario Of Desolation―that Continued, Nevertheless, To Circle In A Tight Little Orbit Around The Empty Space Left Behind, Ignoring The Laws Of Gravity.

There’s Something… Strange About The Way You Two Are Together. The Way He Watches You — It’s So… Protective. Like He’s About To Throw Himself In Front Of A Bullet To Save You Or Something.

Woo!" Emmett Suddenly Boomed In His Deep Bass. "go Gators!" Jacob And Charlie Jumped. The Rest Of Us Froze. Charlie Recovered, Then Looked At Emmett Over His Shoulder. "florida Winning?" "just Scored The First Touchdown," Emmett Confirmed. He Shot A Look In My Direction, Wagging His Eyebrows Like A Villain In Vaudville. "'bout Time Somebody Scored Around Here.

I Stared Because Their Faces, So Different, So Similar, Were All Devastatingly, Inhumanly Beautiful.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.