I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the onewhere you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fastenough. My legs seemed to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callouscrowd, 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 racingto 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 wouldbe different if she weren't trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across thisbright, 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 knewI was too late–and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing atthis, I forfeited any desire to live.The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky.
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New Moon: Book 2
FantasyWhen the Cullens, including her beloved Edward, leave Forks rather than risk revealing that they are vampires, it is almost too much for eighteen-year-old Bella to bear, but she finds solace in her friend Jacob until he is drawn into a cult and chan...
