The Best Part Is Coming."

I Couldn‘t Make Sense Of The Mess In My Head. Diego Was Dead, And That Was The Main Thing, The Devastating Thing. Other Than That, The Fight Was Over, My Coven Had Lost And My Enemies Had Won. But My Dead Coven Was Full Of People Who Would Have Loved To Watch Me Burn, And My Enemies Were Speaking To Me Kindly When They Had No Reason To.

Edward And I Had Not Had A Last Grand Scene Of Farewell, Nor Did I Plan One. To Speak The Word Was To Make It Final. It Would Be The Same As Typing The Words The End On The Last Page Of A Manuscript. So We Did Not Say Our Goodbyes, And We Stayed Very Close To Each Other, Always Touching. Whatever End Found Us, It Would Not Find Us Separated.

Bella, Would You Please Stop Trying To Take Your Clothes Off?

Do I Dazzle You?" I Voiced My Curiosity Impulsively, And Then The Words Were Out, And It Was Too Late To Recall Them. But Before I Had Time To Too Deeply Regret Speaking The Words Aloud, She Answered "frequently." And Her Cheeks Took On A Faint Pink Glow. I Dazzled Her. My Silent Heart Swelled With A Hope More Intense Than I Could Ever Remember Having Felt Before.

As Far As Expense, I Think If 'twilight' Does Well Enough, Then We Should Be Able To Do The Big Expensive Stuff For The Sequels. I Mean, We Have To Have Werewolves, There's No Way Around It. They Have To Be There.