I'd never seen anything more beautiful - even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.
Stephenie MeyerI just know I'm too much of a wuss for Stephen King's books. I'm way too chicken to read horror.
Stephenie Meyer