Over my pile of ashes

You held out your hand, and I took it without stopping to make sense of what I was doing. For the first time in almost a century, I felt hope.

What kind of an idiotic question is that?

It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I'm joining your crappy little renegade pack. The vampires' guard dogs.

I watched his fingers clench and unclench, and I wondered if he was dreaming that they were wrapped around my neck.

Alice: "No one will dare to call you plain when I'm through with you." Bella: "Only because they're afraid you'll suck their blood.

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?