So what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That’s not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that’s not fair.
STEPHENIE MEYERI wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.
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Too young,too young,she chanted to herself. Wrong,of course. I was older than her grandfather but according to my driver’s license,she was right.
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And it was different because I’d already lost her so many times, so many ways, in my head. And different because she was never really mine to lose. And different because this wasn’t my fault.
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They call her my singer – because her blood sings for me.
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A hundred yards away, Mike Newton was lowering Bella’s limp body to the sidewalk. She slumped unresponsively against the wet concrete, her skin chalky as a corpse. I almost took the door off the car.
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Before I tell you my story, Jasper said. you must understand that there are places in our world, Bella, where the life span of the never-aging is measured in weeks, and not centuries.
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My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.
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I’d been broken beyond repair.
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Without the existence of the opposite, the concept has no meaning.
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Like all bullies, they’re cowards underneath the swagger.
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Death is Peaceful, Life is Harder.
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He’s got to let go of you sometime.
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You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.
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You look tired. Yeah, I agreed, and shrugged. Near-death experiences do that to me.
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Today is the first and last day of forever.
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Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
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