I shoved against his shoulder this time. "Get back to work. I'll spell you in a bit."　　Seth leaned against me, shoving back, and then he galloped into the trees.　　"He has one of the purest, sincerest, kindest minds I've ever heard," Edward murmured when he was　　outof sight. "You're lucky to have his thoughts to share."　　"I know that,"! grunted.　　We started toward the house, and both of our heads snapped up when we heard the sound of someone　　sucking through a straw. Edward was in a hurry then.He darted up the porch stairs and was gone.　　"Bella, love, Ithought you were sleeping," I heard him say. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't have left."　　"Don't worry. Ijust got so thirsty—it woke me up.It's a good thing Carlisle is bringing more. This kid is　　going to need it when he gets out of me."　　"True. That's a good point."　　"I wonder if he'll want anything else," she mused.　　"I suppose we'll find out."　　I walked through the door.　　Alice said, "Finally," and Bella's eyes flashed to me. That infuriating, irresistible smile broke across her　　face for one second. Then it faltered, and her face fell. Her lips puckered, like she was trying not to cry.　　I wanted to punch Leah right in her stupid mouth.　　"Hey, Bells," Isaid quickly. "How ya doing?"　　"I'm fine," she said.　　"Big day today, huh? Lots of new stuff."　　"You don't have to do that, Jacob."　　"Don't know what you're talking about," I said, going to sit on the arm of the sofa by her head. Edward　　had the floor there already.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　She gave me a reproachful look. "I'm so s—" she started to say.　　I pinched her lips together between my thumb and finger.　　"Jake," she mumbled, trying to pull my hand away. Her attempt was so weak it was hard to believe that　　she was really trying.　　I shook my head. "You can talk when you're not being stupid."　　"Fine,I won't say it," it sounded like she mumbled.　　I pulled my hand away.　　"Sorry!" she finished quickly, and then grinned.　　I rolledmy eyes and then smiled back at her.　　When I stared into her eyes, I saw everything that I'd been looking for in the park.　　Tomorrow, she'd be someone else. But hopefully alive, and that was what counted, right? She'd look at　　me with the same eyes, sort of. Smile with the same lips, almost. She'd still know me better than anyone　　who didn't havefull access to the inside of my head.　　Leah might be an interesting companion, maybe even a true friend—someone who would stand up for　　me. But　　she wasn't my best friend the way thatBella was. Aside from the impossible love I felt for Bella, there　　was also that other bond, and it ran bone deep.　　Tomorrow, she'd be my enemy. Or she'd be myally. And, apparently, that distinction was up to me.　　I sighed.　　Fine!I thought, giving up the very last thing i had to give. It made me feel hollow. Go ahead. Save her.　　As Ephraim's heir, you have my permission, my word, that this will not violate the treaty. The　　others will just have to blame me. You were right— they can't deny that it's my right to agree to　　this.　　'Thank you." Edward's whisper was low enough that Bella didn't hear anything. But the words were so　　fervent that, from the corner of my eye, I saw the other vampires turning to stare.　　"So,"Bella asked, working to be casual. "How was your day?"　　"Great. Went for a drive. Hung out in the park."　　"Sounds nice."　　"Sure, sure."　　Suddenly, she made a face. "Rose?" she asked.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　I heard Blondie chuckle. "Again?"　　"I think I've drunk two gallons in the last hour," Bella explained.　　Edward and I both got out of the way while Rosalie came to lift Bella from the couch and take her to the　　bathroom.　　"Can I walk?" Bella asked. "My legs are so stiff."　　"Are you sure?" Edward asked.　　"Rose'llcatch me if I trip over my feet. Which could happen pretty easily, since I can't see them."　　Rosalie set Bellacarefully on her feet, keeping her hands right atBella's shoulders. Bella stretched her　　arms out in front of her, wincing a little.　　"That feels good," she sighed. "Ugh, but I'm huge."　　She really was. Her stomach was its own continent.　　"One more day," she said, and patted her stomach.　　I couldn't help the pain that shot through me in a sudden, stabbing burst, but I tried to keep it off my　　face. I could hide it for one more day, right?　　"All righty, then. Whoops—oh, no!"　　The cup Bella had left on the sofa tumbled to one side, the dark red blood spilling out onto the pale　　fabric.　　Automatically, though three other hands beat her there, Bella bent over, reaching out to catch it.　　There was the strangest, muffled ripping sound from the center of her body.　　"Oh!" she gasped.　　And then she went totally limp, slumping toward the floor. Rosalie caught her in the same instant, before　　she could fall. Edward was there, too, hands out, the mess on the sofa forgotten.　　"Bella?" he asked, and then his eyes unfocused, and panic shot across his features.　　A half second later,Bella screamed.　　Itwas not justa scream, it was a blood-curdling shriek of agony. The horrifying sound cut off with a　　gurgle, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body twitched, arched in Rosalie's arms, and then　　Bella vomited a fountain of blood.　　18. THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THIS.　　Bella's body, streaming with red, started to twitch, jerking around in Rosalie's arms like she was being　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　electrocuted. All the while, her face was blank—unconscious. It was the wild thrashing from inside the　　center of her body that moved her. As she convulsed, sharp snaps and cracks kept time with the spasms.　　Rosalie and Edward were frozen for the shortest half second, and then they broke. Rosalie whipped　　Bella's body into her arms, and, shouting so fast it was hard to separate the individual words, she and　　Edward shot up the staircase to the second floor.　　I sprinted after them.　　"Morphine!" Edward yelled at Rosalie.　　"Alice—get Carlisle on the phone!" Rosalie screeched.　　The room I followed them to looked like an emergency ward set up in the middle of a library. The lights　　were brilliant and white. Bella was on a table under the glare, skin ghostly in the spotlight. Her body　　flopped, a fish on the sand. Rosalie pinned Bella down, yanking and ripping her clothes out of the way,　　while Edward stabbed a syringe into her arm.　　How many times had I imagined her naked? Now I couldn't look. I was afraid to have these memories　　in my head.　　"What's happening, Edward?"　　"He's suffocating!"　　"The placenta must have detached!"　　Somewhere in this, Bella came around. She responded to their words with a shriek that clawed at my　　eardrums.　　"Get him OUT!" she screamed. "He can't BREATHE! Do it NOW!"　　I saw the red spots pop out when her scream broke the blood vessels in her eyes.　　'The morphine—，" Edward growled.　　"NO! NOW—！" Another gush of blood choked off what she was shrieking. He held her head up,　　desperately trying to clear her mouth so that she could breathe again.　　Alice darted into the room and clipped a little blue earpiece under Rosalie's hair. Then Alice backed　　away, her gold eyes wide and burning, while Rosalie hissed frantically into the phone.　　In the bright light, Bella's skin seemed more purple and black than it was white. Deep red was seeping　　beneath the skin over the huge, shuddering bulge of her stomach. Rosalie's hand came up with a scalpel.　　"Let the morphine spread!" Edward shouted at her.　　"There's no time," Rosalie hissed. "He's dying!"　　Her hand came down on Bella's stomach, and vivid red spouted out from where she pierced the skin. It　　was like a bucket being turned over, a faucet twisted to full. Bella jerked, but didn't scream. She was still　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　choking.　　And then Rosalie lost her focus. I saw the expression on her face shift, saw her lips pull back from her　　teeth and her black eyes glint with thirst.　　"No, Rose!" Edward roared, but his hands were trapped, trying to prop Bella upright so she could　　breathe.　　I launched myself at Rosalie, jumping across the table without bothering to phase. As I hit her stone　　body, knocking her toward the door, I felt the scalpel in her hand stab deep into my left arm. My right　　palm smashed against her face, locking her jaw and blocking her airways.　　I used my grip on Rosalie's face to swing her body out so that I could land a solid kick in her gut; it was　　like kicking concrete. She flew into the door frame, buckling one side of it. The little speaker in her ear　　crackled into pieces. Then Alice was there, yanking her by the throat to get her into the hall.　　And I had to give it to Blondie—she didn't put up an ounce of fight. She wanted us to win. She let me　　trash her like that, to save Bella. Well, to save the thing.　　I ripped the blade out of my arm.　　'Alice, get her out of here!" Edward shouted. "Take her to Jasper and keep her there! Jacob, I need　　you!"　　I didn't watch Alice finish the job. I wheeled back to the operating table, where Bella was turning blue,　　her eyes wide and staring.　　"CPR?" Edward growled at me, fast and demanding.　　"Yes!"　　I judged his face swiftly, looking for any sign that he was going to react like Rosalie. There was nothing　　but single-minded ferocity.　　"Get her breathing! I've got to get him out before—"　　Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for　　her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling　　out in an unnatural way.　　"Her spine," he choked in horror.　　"Get it out of her!" I snarled, flinging the scalpel at him. "She won't feel anything now!"　　And then I bent over her head. Her mouth looked clear, so I pressed mine to hers and blew a lungful of　　air into it. I felt her twitching body expand, so there was nothing blocking her throat.　　Her lips tasted like blood.　　I could hear her heart, thumping unevenly. Keep it going, I thought fiercely at her, blowing another gust　　of air into her body. You promised. Keep your heart beating.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　I heard the soft, wet sound of the scalpel across her stomach. More blood dripping to the floor.　　The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. Like metal being shredded apart. The sound　　brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being　　ripped apart. I glanced over to see Edward's face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth—a surefire　　way to cut through vampire skin.　　I shuddered as I blew more air into Bella.　　She coughed back at me, her eyes blinking, rolling blindly.　　"You stay with me now, Bella!" I yelled at her. "Do you hear me? Stay! You're not leaving me. Keep　　your heart beating!"　　Her eyes wheeled, looking for me, or him, but seeing nothing.　　I stared into them anyway, keeping my gaze locked there.　　And then her body was suddenly still under my hands, though her breathing picked up roughly and her　　heart continued to thud. I realized the stillness meant that it was over. The internal beating was over. It　　must be out of her.　　It was.　　Edward whispered, "Renesmee."　　So Bella'd been wrong. It wasn't the boy she'd imagined. No big surprise there. What hadn't she been　　wrong about?　　I didn't look away from her red-spotted eyes, but I felt her hands lift weakly.　　"Let me…，" she croaked in a broken whisper. "Give her to me."　　I guess I should have known that he would always give her what she wanted, no matter how stupid her　　request might be. But I didn't dream he would listen to her now. So I didn't think to stop him.　　Something warm touched my arm. That right there should have caught my attention. Nothing felt warm　　to me.　　But I couldn't look away from Bella's face. She blinked and then stared, finally seeing something. She　　moaned out a strange, weak croon.　　"Renes… mee. So… beautiful."　　And then she gasped—gasped in pain.　　By the time I looked, it was too late. Edward had snatched the warm, bloody thing out of her limp arms.　　My eyes flickered across her skin. It was red with blood—the blood that had flowed from her mouth, the　　blood smeared all over the creature, and fresh blood welling out of a tiny double-crescent bite mark just　　over her left breast.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　"No, Renesmee," Edward murmured, like he was teaching the monster manners.　　I didn't look at him or it. I watched only Bella as her eyes rolled back into her head.　　With a last dull ga-lump, her heart faltered and went silent.　　She missed maybe half of one beat, and then my hands were on her chest, doing compressions, i　　counted in my head, trying to keep the rhythm steady. One. Two. Three. Four.　　Breaking away for a second, I blew another lungful of air into her.　　I couldn't see anymore. My eyes were wet and blurry. But I was hyperaware of the sounds in the room.　　Theunwillingglug-glug of her heart under my demanding hands, the pounding of my own heart, and　　another—a fluttering beat that was too fast, too light. I couldn't place it.　　I forced more air down Bella's throat.　　"What are you waiting for?" I choked out breathlessly, pumping her heart again. One. Two. Three. Four.　　"Take the baby," Edward said urgently.　　'Throw it out the window." One. Two. Three. Four.　　"Give her to me," a low voice chimed from the doorway.　　Edward and I snarled at the same time.　　One. Two. Three. Four.　　"I've got it under control," Rosalie promised. "Give me the baby, Edward. Til take care of her until Bella　　…"　　I breathed for Bella again while the exchange took place. The fluttering thumpa-thumpa-thumpa faded　　away with distance.　　"Move your hands, Jacob."　　I looked up from Bella's white eyes, still pumping her heart for her. Edward had a syringe in his hand　　—all silver, like it was made from steel.　　"What's that?"　　His stone hand knocked mine out of the way. There was a tiny crunch as his blow broke my little finger.　　In the same second, he shoved the needle straight into her heart.　　"My venom," he answered as he pushed the plunger down.　　I heard the jolt in her heart, like he'd shocked her with paddles.　　"Keep it moving," he ordered. His voice was ice, was dead. Fierce and unthinking. Like he was a　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　machine.　　I ignored the healing ache in my finger and started pumping her heart again. It was harder, as if her blood　　was congealing there—thicker and slower. While I pushed the now-viscous blood through her arteries, I　　watched what he was doing.　　It was like he was kissing her, brushing his lips at her throat, at her wrists, into the crease at the inside of　　her arm. But I could hear the lush tearing of her skin as his teeth bit through, again and again, forcing　　venom into her system at as many points as possible. I saw his pale tongue sweep along the bleeding　　gashes, but before this could make me either sick or angry, I realized what he was doing. Where his　　tongue washed the venom over her skin, it sealed shut. Holding the poison and the blood inside her body.　　I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there. Just the lifeless rise of her chest in response.　　I kept pumping her heart, counting, while he worked manically over her, trying to put her back together.　　All the king's horses and all the king's men…　　But there was nothing there, just me, just him.　　Working over a corpse.　　Because that's all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We　　couldn't put Bella together again.　　I knew it was too late. I knew she was dead. I knew it for sure because the pull was gone. I didn't feel　　any reason to be here beside her. She wasn't here anymore. So this body had no more draw for me. The　　senseless need to be near her had vanished.　　Or maybe moved was the better word. It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now.　　From down the stairs, out the door. The longing to get away from here and never, ever come back.　　"Go, then," he snapped, and he hit my hands out of the way again, taking my place this time. Three　　fingers broken, it felt like.　　I straightened them numbly, not minding the throb of pain.　　He pushed her dead heart faster than I had.　　"She's not dead," he growled. "She's going to be fine."　　I wasn't sure he was talking to me anymore.　　Turning away, leaving him with his dead, I walked slowly to the door. So slowly. I couldn't make my　　feet move faster.　　This was it, then. The ocean of pain. The other shore so far away across the boiling water that I couldn't　　imagine it, much less see it.　　I felt empty again, now that I'd lost my purpose. Saving Bella had been my fight for so long now. And　　she wouldn't be saved. She'd willingly sacrificed herself to be torn apart by that monster's young, and so　　the fight was lost. It was all over.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　I shuddered at the sound coming from behind me as I plodded down the stairs—the sound of a dead　　heart being forced to thud.　　I wanted to somehow pour bleach inside my head and let it fry my brain. To burn away the images left　　from Bella's final minutes. I'd take the brain damage if I could get rid of that—the screaming, the　　bleeding, the unbearable crunching and snapping as the newborn monster tore through her from the inside　　out___　　I wanted to sprint away, to take the stairs ten at a time and race out the door, but my feet were heavy as　　iron and my body was more tired than it had ever been before. I shuffled down the stairs like a crippled　　old man.　　I rested at the bottom step, gathering my strength to get out the door.　　Rosalie was on the clean end of the white sofa, her back to me, cooing and murmuring to the　　blanket-wrapped thing in her arms. She must have heard me pause, but she ignored me, caught up in her　　moment of stolen　　Rjesavate i>itanje brqj 10 odiikiiiio 11　　Koje od dole navednih tvrdnji su tacne.　　1. Neke od Windows XP aplikacija koriste samo jedan jedini proces u toku svog izvrsavanja　　2. Neke od Windows XP aplikacija koriste vise procesa u toku svog izvrsavanja　　3. Za svaki proces Windows Task Manager nudi sljedece opcije: Mem Usage, CPU, Image Name,　　User Name, Password　　4. Sve od gore navedenih su tacne　　5. Niti jedna od gore navedenih je tacna　　6. Ma ovo ni Bill Gates nezna!　　Ponisti odgovor　　Idi na pitanje broj: 10 |_^J　　motherhood. Maybe she would be happy now. Rosalie had what she wanted, and Bella would never　　come to take the creature from her. I wondered if that's what the poisonous blonde had been hoping for　　all along.　　She held something dark in her hands, and there was a greedy sucking sound coming from the tiny　　murderer she held.　　The scent of blood in the air. Human blood. Rosalie was feeding it. Of course it would want blood.　　What else would you feed the kind of monster that would brutally mutilate its own mother? It might as　　well have been drinking Bella's blood. Maybe it was.　　My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioner feeding.　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　Strength and hate and heat—red heat washing through my head, burning but erasing nothing. The images　　in my head were fuel, building up the inferno but refusing to be consumed. I felt the tremors rock me from　　head to toe, and I did not try to stop them.　　Rosalie was totally absorbed in the creature, paying no attention to me at all. She wouldn't be quick　　enough to stop me, distracted as she was.　　Sam had been right. The thing was an aberration—its existence went against nature. A black, soulless　　demon. Something that had no right to be.　　Something that had to be destroyed.　　It seemed like the pull had not been leading to the door after all. I could feel it now, encouraging me,　　tugging me forward. Pushing me to finish this, to cleanse the world of this abomination.　　Rosalie would try to kill me when the creature was dead, and I would fight back. I wasn't sure if I would　　have time to finish her before the others came to help. Maybe, maybe not. I didn't much care either way.　　I didn't care if the wolves, either set, avenged me or called the Cullens' justice fair. None of that　　mattered. All I cared about was my own justice. My revenge. The thing that had killed Bella would not　　live another minute longer.　　If Bella'd survived, she would have hated me for this. She would have wanted to kill me personally.　　But I didn't care. She didn't care what she had done to me—letting herself be slaughtered like an animal.　　Why should I take her feelings into account?　　And then there was Edward. He must be too busy now—too far gone in his insane denial, trying to　　reanimate a corpse—to listen to my plans.　　So I wouldn't get the chance to keep my promise to him, unless—and it was not a wager I'd put money　　on—I managed to win the fight against Rosalie, Jasper, and Alice, three on one. But even if I did win, I　　didn't think I had it in me to kill Edward.　　Because I didn't have enough compassion for that. Why should I let him get away from what he'd done?　　Wouldn't it be more fair—more satisfying—to let him live with nothing, nothing at all?　　It made me almost smile, as filled with hate as I was, to imagine it. No Bella. No killer spawn. And also　　missing as many members of his family as I was able to take down. Of course, he could probably put　　those back together, since i wouldn't be around to burn them. Unlike Bella, who would never be whole　　again.　　I wondered if the creature could be put back together. I doubted it. It was part Bella, too—so it must　　have inherited some of her vulnerability. I could hear that in the tiny, thrumming beat of its heart.　　Its heart was beating. Hers wasn't.　　Only a second had passed as I made these easy decisions.　　The trembling was getting tighter and faster. I coiled myself, preparing to spring at the blond vampire and　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　rip the murderous thing from her arms with my teeth.　　Rosalie cooed at the creature again, setting the empty metal bottle-thing aside and lifting the creature into　　the air to nuzzle her face against its cheek.　　Perfect. The new position was perfect for my strike. I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change　　me while the pull toward the killer grew—it was stronger than I'd ever felt it before, so strong it reminded　　me of an Alpha's command, like it would crush me if I didn't obey.　　This time I wanted to obey.　　The murderer stared past Rosalie's shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature's　　gaze should be.　　Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate—the exact same color that Bella's had been.　　My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of　　heat—not a burning.　　It was a glowing.　　Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half-human　　baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings to a　　bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was—my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for　　my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my　　home, my name, my se/f—disconnected from me in that second— snip, snip, snip—and floated up into　　space.　　I was not left drifting. A new string held me where I was.　　Not one string, but a million. Not strings, but steel cables. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing　　—to the very center of the universe.　　I could see that now—how the universe swirled around this one point. I'd never seen the symmetry of　　the universe before, but now it was plain.　　The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood.　　It was the baby girl in the blond vampire's arms that held me here now.　　Renesmee.　　From upstairs, there was a new sound. The only sound that could touch me in this endless instant. A　　frantic pounding, a racing beat…　　A changing heart.　　BOOK THREE　　bella　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　CONTENTS　　PREFACE　　19. BURNING　　20. NEW　　21.FIRST HUNT　　22. PROMISED　　23. MEMORIES　　24. SURPRISE　　25. FAVOR　　26. SHINY　　27. TRAVEL PLANS　　28. THE FUTURE　　29. DEFECTION　　30. IRRESISTIBLE　　31. TALENTED　　32. COMPANY　　33. FORGERY　　34. DECLARED　　35. DEADLINE　　36. BLOODLUST　　37. CONTRIVANCES　　38. POWER　　39. THE HAPPILY EVER AFTER　　Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then,　　everyone you love is　　a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment　　Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter, m/ml　　Orson Scott Card Empire　　PREFACE　　No longer just a nightmare, the line of black advanced on us through the icy mist stirred up by their feet.　　We're going to die,I thought in panic. I was desperate for the precious one I guarded, but even to think　　of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford.　　They ghosted closer, their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into　　bone-colored claws. They drifted apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were outnumbered. It　　was over.　　And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet nothing changed—the　　Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me.　　Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wanfed them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched　　forward, a smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.　　19. BURNING　　The pain was bewildering.　　Exactly that—I was bewildered. I couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of what was happening.　　My body tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole　　seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it that much harder to keep up with reality.　　I tried to separate them.　　Non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.　　Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punched by a prize fighter,　　trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, all at the same time.