Book: Dawn

Charlie, the world around is not quite the same as you used to be. In principle it changes nothing. Just now you know. Life goes on as usual. Can pretend that you all have not imagined.

We're lost, Jake. Lost my way. You should be a part of my life, we both feel it. But what is happening now is wrong. We have made some sort of mistake. No. I made. And because of this we have gone astray...

- Maybe, - she said. - Jake, I'm not saying it would be easy. But how can I not believe in magic, when so much has survived?
- Magic?!
- And you especially. Bella smiled, freed one hand and pressed it to my cheek. The palm was warmer than the first, but still cold compared to my skin - however, like any other subject. - In your life will happen the magic, and everything will be fine.
- Don't be silly.

Jacob, you know the expression "I told you so" has a brother: "shut your mouth".

Armor. Two tons of armor. And protection from a direct missile hit? Charming. Gone where the usual bullet-proof glass?

For me there is no other beauty, - he said at last, besides your.

Jasper, how is the bachelor of vampires? In the strip club you do not drive?
- Don't tell! - Emmett growled from below. There was another thud, and then quiet laughter Edward.

I see the crisis of two years is in full swing.
- Actually three, ' observed quill. - You should have seen me dressed up a Princess and forced to wear a crown, and Emily offered to use me a new set of children's cosmetics.
- Stunned! Yes, I missed a lot.
- Emily has pictures. I right pretty.
- Mug you, not a beauty.

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.

- Don't be a jerk, Jacob, î whispered Bella.
I couldn't get her angry: it was too weak she looked. Instead, I smiled.
- Against no arguing.

Nobody would like to experience what we have experienced in these few weeks, but thanks to them I really appreciated their happiness.

The Volturi have surrendered. They're actually cowards, though, and pretend to be cool. Like all tyrants.

- Alice, we said in unison. Only Edward got the explanation, and I have a curse.

Not sure that I will find the strength to kill Edward. I don't have enough compassion. Why should I let him get away with it? Is it not fairer to let him live empty, devoid of meaning of life?