His Eyes Flashed Open. “is It So

It Won't Be The Same For Me," I Whispered, Half To Myself. "you Won't Let Me Be Like That. We'll Live In Antarctica." Edward Snorted, Breaking The Tension. "penguins. Lovely.

The Smile Broke Across His Face The Way The Sunrise Set The Clouds On Fire.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

No, Actually 'the Host' Was Totally A Palate-cleanser For Me. I Wanted To Do Something A Little Bit Different Than Romantic Love. Romantic Love Is In There, Obviously, Because I Enjoy Writing About That And Living It A Lot.

You Never Know How Much Time You'll Have.