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1 deo
PREFACE
I'd never given much thought to how I would die
though I'd had reason enough in the last few months
but even if I had, I would not have imagined it like this.
I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and he looked
pleasantly back at me.
Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble, even. That ought
to count for something.
I knew that if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't
bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations,
it's not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.
2 deo
I FELT LIKE I WAS TRAPPED IN ONE OF THOSE TERRIFYING
nightmares, the one where you
have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to
move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge clock
tower didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably toward the end—the end of
everything.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for
my
life; I was racing to save
something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.
Alice had said there was a good chance we would both die here. Perhaps the outcome would be
different if she weren't trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded
square.
And I couldn't run fast enough.
So it didn't matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the
clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late—and
I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky.
3 deo
ALL OUR ATTEMPTS AT SUBTERFUGE HAD BEEN IN VAIN.
With ice in my heart, I watched him prepare to defend me. His intense concentration betrayed no hint of
doubt, though he was outnumbered. I knew that we could expect no help — at this moment, his family
was fighting for their lives just as surely as he was for ours.
Would I ever learn the outcome of that other fight? Find out who the winners and the losers were?
Would I live long enough for that?
The odds of that didn’t look so great.
Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my death, watched for the moment when my protector’s
attention would be diverted. The moment when I would surely die.
Somewhere, far, far away in the cold forest, a wolf howled
4 deo
PREFACE
Book 1
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?
Book 3
Book Three:
PREFACE
No longer just a nightmare, the line of black advanced on us through the icy mist
stirred up by their feet.
We’re going to die
, I thought in panic. I was desperate for the precious one I
guarded, but even to think of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford.
They ghosted closer, their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw
their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They drifted apart, angling to come at
us from all sides. We were outnumbered. It was over.
And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet
nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really
changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I
wanted
them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a
smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.
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