Stephenie Meyer. Dawn (№ 144515)

I took the floor with a dog bowl and a powerful throw launched it to the head of Rosalie with such force that she was a resounding hit before ricocheting to fly out to a round support column supporting a spiral staircase.
- Dumb blonde, ' I muttered.
Rosalie slowly turned around. Her eyes burned like fire.
You. Soiled. Me. Hair.