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.

After all the planets and all the hosts you've left behind, you've finally found the place and the body you'd die for. I think you've found your home, Wanderer.

Jacob's little smirk became a full-blown grin, and I knew he was picturing Charlie showing up to arrest him. This grin was too bitter, too full of mocking to satisfy me. This wasn't the smile I'd been waiting to see.

For one half second, I wondered what it would feel like to put my hand in the fire. What it would feel like when I burned.

I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that's not actually the case. - Edward Cullen

Don't worry, Mel. Miracles don't work that way. I'll never lose you. I'll never let you get away from me.