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Copyright 2008 by Stephen^ Meyer All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means,exclusive sweetheart taffeta beading ball gown quinceanera dresses, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Little, Brown and Company Hachette Book Group USA 237 Park Avenue, New York, NY 10017 Visit our Web site at FirsteBook Edition: August 2008 Little, Brown and Company is a division of Hachette Book Group USA,Inc. The Little, Brown name and logo are trademarks of Hachette Book Group USA, Inc. Epigraph for Book Three from Empire by Orson Scott Card. A Tor Book. Published by Tom Doherty Associates,LLC. Copyright 2006 by Orson Scott Card. Reprinted with permission of the author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. ISBN: 978-0-316-03283-4 Contents BOOK ONE: BELLA Preface 1. Engaged 2. Long Night 3. Big Day 4.Gesture 5. Isle Esme 6. Distractions 7. Unexpected BOOK TWO: JACOB Preface 8. Waiting For The Damn Fight To Start Already Page 1 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html 9. Sure As Hell Didn't See That One Coming 10. Why Didn't I Just Walk Away? Oh Right, Because I'm An Idiot. 11. The Two Things At The Very Top Of My Things-I-Never-Want-To-Do List 12. Some People Just Don't Grasp The Concept Of "Unwelcome^" 13. Good Thing I've Got A Strong Stomach 14. You Know Things Are Bad When You Feel Guilty For Being Rude To Vampires 15. Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock 16. Too-Much-Information Alert 17. What Do I Look Like? The Wizard Of Oz? You Need A Brain? You Need A Heart? Go Ahead. Take Mine. Take Everything I Have. 18. There Are No Words For This. BOOK THREE: BELLA Preface 19. Burning 20. New 21.First Hunt 22. Promised 23.Memories 24. Surprise 25. Favor 26.Shiny 27. Travel Plans 28.The Future 29. Defection 30. Irresistible 31. Talented 32. Company Page 2 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html 33 .Forever 34. Declared 35. Deadline 36. Bloodlust 37. Contrivances 38.Power 39. TheHappily EverAfter Vampire Index Acknowledgments This book is dedicated to my ninja/agent, Jodi Reamer Thank you for keeping me off the ledge. And thanks also to my favorite band, the very aptly named Muse, for providing a saga's worth of inspiration. BOOK ONE bella CONTENTS PREFACE 1.ENGAGED 2. LONG NIGHT 3. BIG DAY 4.GESTURE 5. ISLEESME 6. DISTRACTION 7. UNEXPECTED Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Page 3 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html Edna St. Vincent Millay PREFACE I'd had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn't something you ever really got used to. It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me. Still, this time was so different from the others. You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers��the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved? 1. ENGAGED No one is staring at you,I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is staring at you. But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check. As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right��in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore? Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car. Mycar. Sigh. I glanced to the left and groaned. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate-glass window of his little souvenir shop. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet. The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking��the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving. Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine. "Arg!" I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. Keeping my head,simpal strapless a line gathering beaded taffeta designer wedding dress, I merely tapped the pedal. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway. Page 4 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, /abclit.html I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before,white simply floor length tulle wedding dresses, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again. I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have come into town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public. Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to annoy me. It wasn't bright out��a typical drizzly day in Forks, Washington��but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me. It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket right now? "Yeah, who cares what they think," I muttered under my breath. "Urn, miss?" a man's voice called. I turned, and then wished I hadn't. Two men stood beside a fancy SUV with brand-new kayaks tied to the top. Neither of them was looking at me; they both were staring at the car. Personally, I didn't get it. But then, I was just proud I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford, and Chevy. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me. CutTBook-�ֽ�TXTl��С˵������ IXIAOU STUDIO /ixiaou 相关的主题文章： /space.php?uid=2161&do=blog&id=3748 |
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