But if you ever bring her back damaged again - and I don't care whose fault it is; I don't care if she merely trips, or if a meteor falls out of the sky and hits her in the head - if you return her to me in less than the perfect condition that I left her in, you will be running with three legs. Do you understand that, mongrel?
Stephenie MeyerHappiness expanded like an explosion inside me – so extreme, so violent that I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
Stephenie MeyerI stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.
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