简介: My mother drove me to the airport with the windows rolled down. It wasseventy-five degrees in Phoenix, the sky a perfect, cloudless blue. I waswearing my favorite shirt &mdash sleeveless, white eyelet lace I was wearingit as a farewell gesture. My carry-on item was a parka.In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It查看详情>
简介: Afternoons were the hardest part of my day. Ever since my former best friend (and werewolf), Jacob Black, had informed on me about the motorcycle I&rsquod been riding on the sly &mdash a betrayal he had devised in order to get me grounded so that I couldn&rsquot spend time with my boyfriend (and vampire), Edward Cullen &mdash Edward had been allowed to see me only from seven till nine-thirty p.m., always inside the confines of my home and under the supervision of my dad&rsquos unfailingly crabby查看详情>
简介: The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight&mdashthe kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington&mdashand second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory. Gran hadn't changed much her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to查看详情>
简介: First Sight This was the time of day when I wished I were able to sleep. High school. Or was purgatory the right word? If there was any way to atone for my sins, this ought to count toward the tally in some measure. The tedium was not something I grew used to every day seemed more impossibly monotonous than the last. I suppose this was my form of sleep&mdashif sleep was defined as the inert state between active periods. I stared at the cracks running through the plaster in the far corner of 查看详情>
简介: 影子还没意识到今天是7月4日,独立日。没错,他喜欢独立这个想法。他把饭钱和小费留在桌子上,走出餐厅。室外,来自大西洋的寒流已经到来,他扣上外套的扣子。他在长满青草的河岸边坐下,欣赏他身处其中的这个城市,心中想着,有朝一日,他要回家去。有朝一日,他要成立一个家,一个他可以盼着回去的家。他想,也许在一个地方住一段时间之后,这里便成了你的家;也许,家是一个你终究会找到的地方,只要你走得够久、期待得够久,盼望得够久。究竟是哪一种,他说不准。一位老者从山坡朝他这边大步走来。他穿着一件深灰色的斗篷,下面磨得有些破损了,仿佛他已经旅行了很久。他戴着一顶宽帽檐的蓝色帽子,帽子摺边上斜插着一根海鸥的羽毛,显得整个人心情愉快、得意洋洋。影子觉得,他看上去就像个上了年纪的嬉皮士,或者退休很久的枪手。老人高得有些不可思议。老人蹲在影子旁边,冲影子点点头。他一只眼睛上罩着一个海盗式的黑色眼罩,下巴上的白色胡须向外翘起。影子心想,这个人或许想找他要根香烟。&ldquoHvernig gengur?Manst pu eftir mer?&rdquo老人说。&ldquo对不起,&rdquo影子说,&ldquo我不会说查看详情>