I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand: 'Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don't go home' Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb.

Uncle Jeb," we croaked in surprise. "You found us." "Well, now," he said, and his gruff voice brought back a hundred memories. "Well, now, here's a pickle.

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

I ached for the difference between Carlisle and me - that he could touch her so gently, without fear, knowing he would never harm her.

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

Holy crow!" ~Bella Swan

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.