“Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward's hand."Nice teamwork," Edward murmured.”

“Jacob was hardly in need of any physical protection I could offer. But my arms, pinned beneath Edward's, yearned to reach out to him. To wrap around his big, warm, waist in a silent promise of acceptance and comfort. Edward's shielding arms had become restraints.”

“I tensed for the spring, my eyes squinting as I cringed away, and the sound of Edward's furious roar echoed distantly in the back of my head. His name burst through all the walls I'd built to contain it. Edward, Edward, Edward. I was going to die. It shouldn't matter if I thought of him now. Edward, I love you.”

“Beside me, Edward leaned foward intently, his eyes locked on the brawl. Then Emmett froze.Jasper had him from behind, his teeth and inch from his throat.Emmett cussed.”

“We're making a list.""And checking it twice." Edward shook his head.”

“in the summer of 1845 Edward Little was sixteen years old and restless in his blood.”