You think I should be as forgiving as you are? We can’t all be saints and martyrs.

She wasn't speaking to me - in the juvenile, petty sense of the phrase.

I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us — comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken… If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic

Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

The shadows didn't seem as dark as usual. Not with my personal sun along.

Mike's eyes narrowed shrewdly. "Don't kid yourself, Bella. The guy's head over heels for you." "I know," I sighed. "Life is complicated." "And girls are cruel," Mike said under his breath.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.