That’s Edward. He’s gorgeous, of course, but don’t waste your time. He doesn’t date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.

Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then, with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that – with an earsplitting bang – it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs.

I shuddered at the image in my head, at the word feed. But Jasper wasn’t worried about frightening me, not overprotective like Edward always was.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

You’re still waiting for the running and the screaming, aren’t you?

Now you know," I said lightly, and shrugged. "No one's ever loved anyone as much as I love you.

Sister, they send you out for one and you bring back two... and a half. Such a clever girl.