I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.

Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.

When you live for the fight, for the blood, the relationships you form are tenuous and easily broken.

Everyone needs a little Edward in their life

If you don’t send Edward out,” Emmett—still invisible in the night—hissed menacingly, “we’re coming in after him!” “Go,” I laughed. “Before they break my house.

It's not the end. It's the beginning.

It's like pain, this pleasure.