I Belong Wherever I Want To Be.

I Grew Up In A Community Where It Was Not The Exception To Be A Good Girl. It Was Sort Of Expected. And All Of My Friends Were Good Girls Too, And My Boyfriends Were Good Boys. Everybody Was Pretty Nice. And That Affects How I Write My Characters. There Aren't Very Many Bad Guys In My Novels.

It Was Strange And Amusing...and, Honestly, A Bit Embarrassing...to Realize How Much Being Near Bella Had Softened Me. It Seemed Like No One Was Afraid Of Me Any More. If Emmett Found Out About This, He Would Be Laughing For The Next Century.

After All, How Many Ways Can One Heart Be Mangled And Still Be Expected To Keep Beating?

Is My Mom All Right?" "she's Perfectly Fine. Don't Worry, Bella, I Have No Quarrel With Her. Unless You Didn't Come Alone, Of Course." Light, Amused. "i'm Alone." I'd Never Been More Alone In My Entire Life.

Eight Full Lives,” I Whispered Against His Jaw, My Voice Breaking. “eight Full Lives And I Never Found Anyone I Would Stay On A Planet For, Anyone I Would Follow When They Left. I Never Found A Partner. Why Now? Why You? You're Not Of My Species. How Can You Be My Partner?” “it's A Strange Universe,” He Murmured. “it's Not Fair,” I Complained, Echoing Sunny's Words. It Wasn't Fair. How Could I Find This, Find Love–now, In This Eleventh Hour–and Have To Leave It? Was It Fair That My Soul And Body Couldn't Reconcile? Was It Fair That I Had To Love Melanie, Too?