My first language, the true language of the soul spoken only on our planet of origin, had no word for betrayal or traitor. Or even loyalty- because without the opposite, the concept had no meaning.

Be honest, how hideous do I look?" He took another step back and pursed his lips. "That bad, huh?" I muttered. No, no Bella. Actually. . ." He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look. . .sexy." I laughed out loud. "Right." Very sexy, really.

Hey, Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

Love is irrational, I reminded myself. The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

I was all braced for the wrath that was going to put grizzlies to shame, and this is what I get? I should infuriate you more often.

It's healthy to ditch class now and then." To be precise, it was healthier for humans if vampires ditched on days when human blood would be spilt.