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Twilight Series #3: Eclipse
by Stephanie Meyer

p.126-127 The sun broke through the clouds suddenly, a surprise I hadn’t been expecting, and I had to narrow my eyes against the glare off the water. Everything changed color--the waves turned from gray to blue, the trees from dull olive to brilliant jade, and the rainbow-hued pebbles glittered like jewels.

p.129-130 “I don’t know when I’ll see you again,” he said in a hurt voice.
     “I’ll come back the next time he’s away,” I promised impulsively.
     “Away?” Jacob rolled his eyes. “That’s a nice way to describe what he’s doing. Disgusting parasites.”
     “If you can’t be nice, I wont’ come back at all!” I threatened, trying to pull my hand free. He refused to let go.
     “Aw, don’t be mad,” he said, grinning. “Knee-jerk reaction.”
     “If I’m going to try to come back again, you’re going to have to get something straight, okay?”
     He waited.
     “See,” I explained. “I don’t care who’s a vampire and who’s a werewolf. That’s irrelevant. You are Jacob, and he is Edward, and I am Bella. And nothing else matters.”
     His eyes narrowed slightly. “But I am a werewolf,” he said unwillingly. “And he is a vampire,” he added with obvious revulsion.
     “And I’m a Virgo!” I shouted, exasperated.
     He raised his eyebrows, measuring my expression with curious eyes. Finally, he shrugged.
     “If you can really see it that way...”      “I can. I do.”
     “Okay. Just Bella and Jacob. None of those freaky Virgos here.”

p.215 I was concentrating on piling the dishes into the bubbly water, and I’d forgotten that Jacob moved like a ghost these days. So it made me jump when his voice was suddenly there behind me.
     “Should you really leave your door unlocked like that? Oh, sorry.”
     I’d slopped myself with the dishwater when he’d startled me.
     “I’m not worried about anyone who would be deterred by a locked door,” I said while I wiped the front of my shirt with a dishtowel.
     “Good point,” he agreed.

p.226 “I’m mailing the contents of my bank account to Alaska tomorrow. It’s all the alibi I need. It’s far enough away that Charlie won’t expect a visit until Christmas at the earliest. And I’m sure I’ll think of some excuse by then. You know,” I teased halfheartedly, this whole secrecy and deception thing is kind of a pain.”
     Edward’s expression hardened. “It gets easier. After a few decades, everyone you know is dead. Problem solved.”
     I flinched.
     “Sorry, that was harsh.”
     I stared down at the big white envelope, not seeing it. “But still true.”

p.240 Hanging out with no one but extremely dexterous people all the time was going to give me a complex.

p.337 “Will you come and get me, please?”
     “I’m on my way,” he said at once. “What’s wrong?”
     “I want Carlisle to look at my hand. I think it’s broken.”
     It had gone quiet in the front room, and I wondered when Jacob would bolt. I smiled a grim smile, imagining his discomfort.
     “What happened?” Edward demanded, his voice going flat.
     “I punched Jacob,” I admitted.
     “Good,” Edward said bleakly. “Though I’m sorry you’re hurt.”
     I laughed once, because he sounded as pleased as Charlie did.
     “I wish I’d hurt him.” I sighed in frustration. “I didn’t do any damage at all.”
     “I can fix that,” he offered.
     “I was hoping you would say that.”
     There was a slight pause. “That doesn’t sound like you,” he said, wary now. “What did he do?
     “He kissed me,” I growled.
     All I heard on the other end of the line was the sound of an engine accelerating.
     In the other room, Charlie spoke again. “Maybe you ought to take off, Jake,” he suggested.
     “I think I’ll hang out here, if you don’t mind.”
     “Your funeral,” Charlie muttered.

p.351 Charlie had gotten stubborn last week when he’d learned that I was intending to ride with Edward to the graduation ceremony. And I could see his point--parents should have some rights come graduation day. I’d conceded with good grace, and Edward had cheerfully suggested that we all go together. Since Carlisle and Esme had no problem with this, Charlie couldn’t come up with a compelling objection; he’d agreed with poor grace. And now Edward rode in the backseat of my father’s police car, behind the fiberglass divider, with an amused expression--probably due to my father’s amused expression, and the grin widened every time Charlie stole a glance at Edward in his rearview mirror. Which almost certainly meant that Charlie was imagining things that would get him in trouble with me if he said them out loud.

p.362-363 I stared down blankly at my hands. My left hand rested lightly on the dark brace I rarely thought about. My broken knuckle didn’t hurt much anymore.
     “I never thought I needed to teach you how to throw a punch. Guess I was wrong about that.”
     “I thought you were on Jacob’s side.”
     “No matter what side I’m on, if someone kisses you without your permission, you should be able to make your feelings clear without hurting yourself. You didn’t keep your thumb inside your fist, did you?”
     “No, Dad. That’s kind of sweet in a weird way, but I don’t think lessons would have helped. Jacob’s head is really hard.”
     Charlie laughed. “Hit him in the gut next time.”

p.413 “Have you noticed the inequality?” he asked, and his voice turned accusing. “Because I certainly have.”
     “What inequality?”
     His eyes narrowed. “Everyone else is able to get away with giving you things. Everyone but me. I would have loved to get you a graduation present, but I didn’t. I knew it would have upset you more than if anyone else did. That’s utterly unfair. How do you explain yourself?”
     “Easy.” I shrugged. “You’re more important than everyone else. And you’ve given me you. That’s already more than I deserve, and anything else you give me just throws us more out of balance.”
     He processed this for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. “The way you regard me is ludicrous.”
     I chewed my breakfast calmly. I knew he wouldn’t listen if I told him that he had that backward.

p.451 “Aren’t you happy at all?”
     He kissed me again before I could answer. Another too-persuasive kiss.
     “A little bit,” I admitted when I could speak. “But not about getting married.”
     He kissed me another time. “Do you get the feeling that everything is backward?” he laughed in my ear. “Traditionally, shouldn’t you be arguing my side, and I yours?”

p.453-454 “Now, there’s a world full of dissention about this, but the vast majority seem to think that there are some rules that have to be followed.”
     “Vampire rules aren’t enough for you? You want to worry about the human ones too?”
     “It couldn’t hurt. Just in case.”
     I glared at him through narrowed eyes.
     “Now, of course, it might be too late for me, even if you are right about my soul.
     “No, it isn’t,” I argued angrily.
     “’Thou shalt not kill’ is commonly accepted by most major belief systems. And I’ve killed a lot of people, Bella.”
     “Only the bad ones.”
     He shrugged. “Maybe that counts, maybe it doesn’t. But you haven’t killed anyone--”
     “That you know about,” I muttered.
     He smiled, but otherwise ignored the interruption. “And I’m going to do my best to keep you out of temptation’s way.”
     “Okay. But we weren’t fighting over committing murder,” I reminded him.
     “The same principle applies--the only difference is that this is the one area in which I’m just as spotless as you are. Can’t I leave one rule unbroken?”
     “You know that I’ve stolen, I’ve lied, I’ve coveted...my virtue is all I have left.” He grinned crookedly.
     “I lie all the time.”
     “Yes, but you’re such a bad liar that it doesn’t really count. Nobody believes you.”

p.454-455 “But what did you ever covet?” I asked doubtfully. “You have everything.”
     “I coveted you.” His smile darkened. “I had no right to want you--but I reached out and took you anyway. And now look what’s become of you! Trying to seduce a vampire.” He shook his head in mock horror.
     “You can’t covet what’s already yours,” I informed him. “Besides, I thought it was my virtue you were worried about.”
     “It is. If it’s too late for me...Well, I’ll be damned--no pun intended--if I’ll let them keep you out, too.”

p.473-474 As soon as he was gone, Jacob turned cheerful.
     “What’s up, Bella?” he asked with a grin.
     I rolled my eyes. “Same old, same old.”
     “Yeah,” he agreed. “Bunch of vampires trying to kill you. The usual.”
     “The usual.”

p.520 If Seth didn’t cut it out, I was going to throw a pinecone at him.

p.586 “Jake was awake when you saw him?” I asked, spinning to look at him.
     “Oh, yeah, he was awake. You should have heard him--actually, it’s better you didn’t. I don’t think there was anyone in La Push who couldn’t hear him. I don’t know where he picked up that vocabulary, but I hope he hasn’t been using that kind of language around you.”
     “He had a pretty good excuse today. How did he look?”
     “Messed up. His friends carried him in. Good thing they’re big boys, ‘cause that kid’s an armful. Pretty much the whole right side of his body got crushed when he wrecked that damn bike.” Charlie shook his head. “If I ever hear of you riding again, Bella--”
     “No problem there, Dad. You won’t. Do you really think Jake’s okay?”
     “Sure, Bella. Don’t worry. He was himself enough to tease me.”
     “Tease you?” I echoed in shock.
     “Yeah--inbetween insulting somebody’s mother and taking the Lord’s name in vain, he said, ‘Bet you’re glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Charlie?’”

p.610-611 “Hand me that book, will you?” I asked, pointing over his shoulder.
     His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, but he gave it to me quickly.
     “This again?” he asked.
     “I just wanted to find one part I remembered...to see how she said it...” I flipped through the book, finding the page I wanted easily. The corner was dog-eared from the many times I’d stopped here. “Cathy’s a monster, but there were a few things she got right,” I muttered. I read the lines quickly, mostly to myself. “’If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn into a mighty stranger.’” I nodded, again to myself. “I know exactly what she means. And I know who I can’t live without.”
     Edward took the book from my hands and flipped it across the room--and it landed with a light thud on my desk. He wrapped his arms around my waist.
     A small smile lit his face, though worry still lined his forehead. “Heathcliff had his moments, too,” he said. he didn’t need the book to get it word perfect. He pulled me closer and whispered in my hear, “’I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”
     “Yes,” I said quietly. “That’s my point.”