I don't have any leeches on my speed dial." — Jacob Black

Her scent blazed in my throat and I was glad. It was a pain that meant she was alive. As long as I burned, she was safe.

I had enough trouble not falling down when the ground was dry; it might be safer for me to go back to bed now.

There's no good story without romance.

He was right – she was beating herself up about hurting his feelings. The girl was a classic martyr. She’d totally been born in the wrong century. She should have lived back when she could have gotten herself fed to some lions for a good cause.

I'll always be waiting in the wings Bella

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.