The kiss began much the same as usual--Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn't stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.

Do you like scary stories? he asked ominously. Jacob Black

Her name is Wanda, not it. You will not touch her. Any mark you leave on her, I will double on your worthless hide.

For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.

I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?

I coveted you. I had no right to want you--but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what's become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.

I gave you life. You’re wasting it.