Suddenly the sidewalk disappeared from beneath me. My eyes flew open in shock. Edward had scooped me up in his arms, as easily as if I weighed ten pounds instead of a hundred and ten.

You’ve got a bit of a temper, don’t you?

The place was nearly filled — Spanish had made us late — but there was no sign of Edward or any of his family. Desolation hit me with crippling strength.

Are you so depressed by Forks that it’s made you suicidal?

So you are trying to irritate me to death? Since Tyler’s van didn’t do the job?

His voice was like melting honey. I could imagine how much more overwhelming his eyes would be.

Another legend claims that we descended from wolves — and that the wolves are our brothers still.

Time means little; I never notice its passing.

Amun, Breaking Dawn

I vividly remembered the flat black color of his eyes the last time he’d glared at me — the color was striking against the background of his pale skin and his auburn hair. Today, his eyes were a completely different color: a strange ocher, darker than butterscotch, but with the same golden tone.

Clearly, today was going to be nightmarish.