Never before had I recognized the ring of majesty that was in Billy Black's voice, though I realized now that this authority had always been there.

The thing people don't realize, God bless them, is that my books are supposed to suck.

Look after my heart - I've left it with you.

Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish irresponsible fool!

His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm joining your crappy little renegade pack. The vampires' guard dogs.

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.