Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

And I started to cry again, realizing that it must be changing him, too, this man who was kind enough to be a soul but strong as only a human could be.

Yes Rosalie, we all know how proficient of an assassin you are.

Edward helped, making faces every so often at the raw ingredients-human food was mildly repulsive to him.

As long as you like me the best. And you think I’m good-looking—sort of. I’m prepared to be annoyingly persistent.

Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.