Stephenie Meyer

This was the time of the day when I wished I were able to sleep. Highschool. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my

I was surprised, watching her stumble through the day - tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, stray books, and, most often, her own feet - that the

I leaned back against the soft snow bank, letting the dry powder reshape itself around my weight. My skin had cooled to match the air around me, and

Truly, I was not thirsty, but I decided to hunt again that night. A small ounce of prevention, inadequate though I knew it to be. Carlisle came with

\"Oh, Bella?\" \"Yes?\" \"Tomorrow it\'s my turn.\" Her forehead puckered. \"Your turn to what?\" \"Ask the questions.\" Tomorrow, when we were

Did I love her? I did not think so. Not Yet. Alice\'s glimpses of that future had stuck with me, though, and I could see how easy it would be to fall

For one moment, the hag-faced fate I\'d imagined, the one who sought Bella\'s destruction, was replaced by the most foolish and reckless of angles. A

She hesitated, and then whispered, \'You don\'t want to hear it.\" I had to think for a moment, run through our entire conversation last night, word

But there was one more horrifying image - worse then any image I\'d ever held inside my head. My own eyes, deep crimson with human blood, the eyes

Otherwise, my existence seemed more like that of a specter than a vampire. I hovered, invisible in the shadows, where I could follow the object of my

I waited, postponing conversation until the lights of the boardwalk faded. It made me feel more alone with her. Was that the right thing? Now that I

It was all the more confusing because I had never felt so human in my whole life - both even when I was human, as far as I could recall. When I had