The sun was hot on my skin, too bright as it bounced off the white concrete and blinded me. I felt dangerously exposed. More fiercely than I would have dreamed I was capable of, I wished for the green, protective forest of Forks . . . of home.
Stephenie MeyerThe thing people don't realize, God bless them, is that my books are supposed to suck.
Stephenie MeyerSo, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what? I've never seen him act like that.
Stephenie Meyer