Jealous, O’Shea?" "Actually… I am.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow... Bella's Lullaby

I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.

I was much more upset by the situation with Jacob than by the possibility of being eaten by a bear.

Nature taking its course - hunter and prey, the endless circle of life and death.

I'll always be waiting in the wings Bella

How old are you?” “Seventeen,” he answered promptly. “And how long have you been seventeen?” His lips twitched as he stared at the road. “A while,” he admitted at last.