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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, or stored in a database or retrieval system,
without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Little, Brown and Company
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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
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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
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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.
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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, I merely tapped the pedal. The car
lurched to an absolute standstill anyway.
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I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car
before, 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,best seller mermaid sweetheart chiffon beading evening dress, 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,exclusive tip of the shoulder a line pleating beaded lace taffeta wedding dress, 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.
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