Life and Death: Twilight Reimagined (Twilight #1.75)

Ahora mismo, considero que la humanidad está muy sobrevalorada.

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb,

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

As always, I was too aware of Edythe sitting close enough to touch, but still so far away she might as well have been a product of my imagination.

But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.   Genesis 2:17

I didn’t feel the need to rub it in to every cheeseburger I conquered.

I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period.

I don’t really know anything about cars. I wouldn’t be able to fix anything that broke, and I couldn’t afford a mechanic.…

I felt a strange sense of pride, being able to claim her this way. Kind of Neanderthal of me, but there it was.

I felt like some crazy old miser, gloating over his piles of gold coins, only instead of coins, it was seconds that I hoarded.

If his destiny be strange, it is also sublime. Jules Verne, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

I sat with my legs folded under me, my elbows on my knees and my chin on my hands. It was very warm--the sun felt strange on my skin now that I was so used to the rain--and the meadow was still lovely, but it was just background now. It didn't stand out. I had a new definition of beauty.

I thought about falling to my knees on purpose. This was the kind of beauty you worshiped. The kind you built temples for and offered sacrifices to. I wished I had something in my empty hands to give her, but what would a goddess want from a mediocre mortal like me?

I’ve been staring forever in the face for a century, and tonight is the very first time it’s looked beautiful to me. Because of you.

I wasn’t very good at leaving you alone when I tried. I don’t know how to do it.”
“Will you do me a favour? Stop trying to figure that one out.”
She half-smiled. “I suppose, given the frequency of your near-death experiences, it’s actually safer for me to stay close.”
“True story. You never know when another rogue van might attack.

My face was burning, and I knew I must look like a gorilla on a greyhound.

Not that she wasn't hot - she was super, mega, hot - but not.. approachable. Like, not even the Rock would dare to whistle at her, if you know what I mean.

one-armed bro-hugs,

Seriously, though, this wasn’t a life and death situation—it was just high school. It’s not like anyone was going to bite me.

She cut him off. “We’re finished, thank you very much, that ought to cover it, no change, thanks.” She was already out of her seat. I fumbled for my wallet. “Um, let me—you didn’t even get anything—” “My treat, Beau.” “But—” “Try not to get caught up in antiquated gender roles.

Since she obviously preferred me dead, she was pretending that I was.


That had always been my way, though. Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I just followed through—relieved that the choice was made.

Try not to get caught up in antiquated gender roles.

You know I don't understand what you mean, right?" I asked.
"I'm counting on it," she said, and then her eyes focused behind me. "I think your friends are upset that I've stolen you."
Suddenly I could feel all their eyes boring into my back. For once, it didn't bother me at all.
"They'll survive."
She grinned. "I may not give you back, though."
I swallowed too loud and she laughed.