American author
Stephenie Meyer (born December 24, 1973) is an American author. She is author of the young adult Twilight saga, which consists of Twilight and its sequels New Moon, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn. The Twilight saga centers around Bella Swan, a human girl who falls in love with vampire Edward Cullen. Meyer is also the author of an adult science-fiction novel, The Host.
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He's like a drug for you, Bella. His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. I see that you can't live without him now. It's too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun. The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me. He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can't fight with an eclipse.
You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault. [...] You didn't choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good. I don't know that I'm making up for anything, he disagreed lightly. Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
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"Leah: "That is easily the freakin’ grossest thing I’ve ever heard in my life. Yuck. If there was anything in my stomach, it would be coming back."
Seth: "They are vampires, I guess. I mean, it makes sense, and if it helps Bella, it’s a good thing, right?"
Leah and Jake stare at Seth.
Seth: "What?"
Leah: "Mom dropped him a lot when he was a baby."
Jake: "On his head apparently."
Leah: "He used to gnaw on the crib bars, too."
Jake: "Lead paint?"
Leah: "Looks like it."
Seth: "Funny. Why don’t you two shut up and sleep?
I struggled to find the words to name the feelings that flooded through me, but I had no words strong enough to hold them. For a long moment, I drowned in them. When I surfaced, I was not the same man I had been. My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?