Moments from the book Twilight

Part 6!

Most quotes are from Chapter 14, Mind Over Matter.

I'm cutting down on the five-page long excerpts, now! XD

After the first kiss:
"Immediately I felt him turn to unresponsive stone beneath my lips. His hands gently, but with irresistible force, pushed my face back. I opened my eyes and saw his guarded expression.
"Oops," I breathed.
"That's an understatement."
His eyes were wild, his jaw clenched in acute restraint, yet he didn't lapse from his perfect articulation...
"Should I...?" I tried to disengage myself, to give him some room.
His hands refused to let me move so much as an inch.
"No, it's tolerable. Wait for a moment, please." -page 283

...

"Are you still faint from the run? Or was it my kissing expertise?" How lighthearted, how human he seemed as he laughed now, his seraphic face untroubled. He was a different Edward than the one I had known. And I felt all the more besotted by him. It would cause me physical pain to be separated from him now." (Note: It did.) -page 283

Edward's such an old man... <3
"He had turned the radio to an oldies station, and he sang along with a song I'd never heard. He knew every line.
"You like fifties music?" I asked.
"Music in the fifties was good. Much better than the sixties, or the seventies, ugh!" He shuddered. "The eighties were bearable." -page 286

Ah, Charlie...
"'Night, honey," he called after me. No doubt he would be listening carefully all evening, waiting for me to sneak out.
"See you in the morning, Dad." See you creeping into my room tonight at midnight to check on me." -page 296

Edward scares the !@#$ out of Bella:
"I worked to make my tread sound slow and tired as I walked up the stairs to my room. I shut the door loud enough for him to hear, and then sprinted on my tiptoes to the window. I threw it open and leaned out into the night. My eyes scanned the darkness, the impenetrable shadows of the trees.
"Edward?" I whispered, feeling completely idiotic.
The quiet, laughing response came from behind me.
"Yes?"
I whirled, one hand flying to my throat in surprise. He lay, smiling hugely, across my bed, his hands behind his head, his feet dangling off the end, the picture of ease.
"Oh!" I breathed, sinking unsteadily to the floor." -page 297

...

"Did I do something wrong?"
"No-- the opposite. You're driving me crazy," I explained. He considered that briefly, and when he spoke, he sounded pleased.
"Really?" A triumphant smile slowly lit his face.
"Would you like a round of applause?" I asked sarcastically.
He grinned." -page 300

Another Edward speech...
"That was the first night I came here. I wrestled, all night, while watching you sleep, with the chasm between what I knew was right, moral, ethical, and what I wanted. I knew that if I continued to ignore you as I should, or if I left for a few years, till you were gone, that someday you would say yes to Mike, or someone like him. It made me angry.
"And then," he whispered, "as you were sleeping, you said my name. You spoke so clearly, at first I thought you'd woken. But you rolled over restlessly and mumbled my name once more, and sighed. The feeling that coursed through me was unnerving, staggering. And I knew I couldn't ignore you any longer." -page 303 (This scene was tear-inducing in Midnight Sun-- I can't wait to post it!)

A famous quote (though it wasn't in the movie):
"Just because I'm resisting the wind doesn't mean I can't appreciate the bouquet."... "You have a very floral smell, like lavender... or freesia," he noted. "It's mouthwatering."
"Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell." -page 306

Chapter 15: The Cullens! It starts off the morning after Edward stayed the night. Sadly, this scene wasn't in the movie.
"The muted light of yet another cloudy day eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled on my side, hoping more sleep would come. And then the previous day flooded back into my awareness.
"Oh!" I sat up so fast it made my head spin.
"Your hair looks like a haystack... but I like it." His unruffled voice came from the rocking chair in the corner.
"Edward! You stayed!" I rejoiced, and thoughtlessly threw myself across the room and into his lap. In the instant that my thoughts caught up with my actions, I froze, shocked by my own uncontrolled enthusiasm. I stared up at him, afraid that I had crossed the wrong line.
But he laughed." -page 312

After Bella's "human minute"...
"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."
I groaned. "What did you hear?"
His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me."
"You knew that already," I reminded him, ducking my head.
"It was nice to hear, just the same." -page 314
(AWWWW!!!!)

Blueabyss17404 recently brought this scene to life in a perfect painting here. *melts*

...

"What's for breakfast?" I asked pleasantly.
That threw him for a minute.
"Er, I'm not sure. What would you like?" His marble brow puckered. "That's all right, I fend for myself pretty well. Watch me hunt." -page 315
(Later, Edward learns how to cook from watching the Food Network. LOL)

...

"... At any rate, we don't have secrets in the family. It's not really feasible, what with my mind reading and Alice seeing the future and all that."
"And Jasper making you feel all warm and fuzzy about spilling your guts, don't forget that."
"You paid attention," he smiled approvingly." -page 316

Possibly one of Edward's best lines EVER... (that obviously didn't make it into the movie)
"You... made... me... faint," I accused him dizzily.
"What am I going to do with you?" he groaned in exasperation. "Yesterday I kiss you, and you attack me! Today you pass out on me!"
I laughed weakly, letting his arms support me while my head spun.
"So much for being good at everything," he sighed." -page 319

And we are going to end today's round with that quote.
Ah, Book Edward, in all his sarcastic, black-witted, intense glory. It's hard not to love him to death!

Long live Bookward!
-Mrs. Cullen

(Yes, I know that that's Robert Pattinson, but this is one of the two only pictures of him in which he looks EXACTLY like Book Edward. THIS is the Edward we all love from the books. Well, except he's a little paler.)

*chokes on banana*

Look a little closer.
Mind. Blown.

-Mrs. Cullen

(To quote KL, "LOL - it's Edmett, Edsalie, Edsme, Edward, Edlisle, Edice and Edsper!)

Carnegie Hall

Piano-playing followers,

Me is scared.
My parents and piano teacher have signed me up to attend a Russian composer celebration.
I'm going to be playing a piece from the Nutcracker.
At Carnegie Hall.
*rips out hair*

Mir-Mir? Jackie?
PLEASE HELP ME.
I need advice.
Have you ever been able to play a piece perfectly? No wrong notes; no slips of the left hand during a waltz-- a perfect six-page-song performance?
Please tell me how you accomplished that! The "Waltz of the Flowers" is an old song that I played about two years ago... though I still practice it...
How can I get it to sound as fresh and exciting as if I'd just learned it? Well, besides practicing for hours on end every day, and trying to get "in the zone"!

Help!

-Mrs. Cullen

P.S. Here is a link to a duet of "Waltz of the Flowers" on piano.

Moments from the book Twilight

Part 5!

Thanks a bunch to Crunchyroll!

""I wish," he whispered, "I wish you could feel the… complexity… the
confusion… I feel. That you could understand."
He raised his hand to my hair, then carefully brushed it across my face.
"Tell me," I breathed.
"I don't think I can. I've told you, on the one hand, the hunger — the thirst —
that, deplorable creature that I am, I feel for you. And I think you can understand
that, to an extent. Though" — he half-smiled — "as you are not addicted to any
illegal substances, you probably can't empathize completely."
"But…" His fingers touched my lips lightly, making me shiver again. "There are
other hungers. Hungers I don't even understand, that are foreign to me."
"I may understand that better than you think."
"I'm not used to feeling so human. Is it always like this?"
"For me?" I paused. "No, never. Never before this."
He held my hands between his. They felt so feeble in his iron strength.
"I don't know how to be close to you," he admitted. "I don't know if I can."
I leaned forward very slowly, cautioning him with my eyes. I placed my cheek
against his stone chest. I could hear his breath, and nothing else.
"This is enough," I sighed, closing my eyes.
In a very human gesture, he put his arms around me and pressed his face against
my hair.
"You're better at this than you give yourself credit for," I noted.
"I have human instincts — they may be buried deep, but they're there."
We sat like that for another immeasurable moment; I wondered if he could be as
unwilling to move as I was. But I could see the light was fading, the shadows of
the forest beginning to touch us, and I sighed.
"You have to go."
"I thought you couldn't read my mind."
"It's getting clearer." I could hear a smile in his voice.
He took my shoulders and I looked into his face.
"Can I show you something?" he asked, sudden excitement flaring in his eyes.
"Show me what?"
"I'll show you how I travel in the forest." He saw my expression. "Don't worry,
you'll be very safe, and we'll get to your truck much faster." His mouth twitched
up into that crooked smile so beautiful my heart nearly stopped.
"Will you turn into a bat?" I asked warily.
He laughed, louder than I'd ever heard. "Like I haven't heard that one before!"
"Right, I'm sure you get that all the time."
"Come on, little coward, climb on my back."
I waited to see if he was kidding, but, apparently, he meant it. He smiled as he
read my hesitation, and reached for me. My heart reacted; even though he
couldn't hear my thoughts, my pulse always gave me away. He then proceeded to
sling me onto his back, with very little effort on my part, besides, when in place,
clamping my legs and arms so tightly around him that it would choke a normal
person. It was like clinging to a stone.
"I'm a bit heavier than your average backpack," I warned.
"Hah!" he snorted. I could almost hear his eyes rolling. I'd never seen him in
such high spirits before.
He startled me, suddenly grabbing my hand, pressing my palm to his face, and
inhaling deeply.
"Easier all the time," he muttered.
And then he was running.
If I'd ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothing compared to how I
felt now.
He streaked through the dark, thick underbrush of the forest like a bullet, like a
ghost. There was no sound, no evidence that his feet touched the earth. His
breathing never changed, never indicated any effort. But the trees flew by at
deadly speeds, always missing us by inches.
I was too terrified to close my eyes, though the cool forest air whipped against
my face and burned them. I felt as if I were stupidly sticking my head out the
window of an airplane in flight. And, for the first time in my life, I felt the dizzy
faintness of motion sickness.
Then it was over. We'd hiked hours this morning to reach Edward's meadow, and
now, in a matter of minutes, we were back to the truck.
"Exhilarating, isn't it?" His voice was high, excited.
He stood motionless, waiting for me to climb down. I tried, but my muscles
wouldn't respond. My arms and legs stayed locked around him while my head
spun uncomfortably.
"Bella?" he asked, anxious now.
"I think I need to lie down," I gasped.
"Oh, sorry." He waited for me, but I still couldn't move.
"I think I need help," I admitted.
He laughed quietly, and gently unloosened my stranglehold on his neck. There
was no resisting the iron strength of his hands. Then he pulled me around to face
him, cradling me in his arms like a small child. He held me for a moment, then
carefully placed me on the springy ferns.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
I couldn't be sure how I felt when my head was spinning so crazily. "Dizzy, I
think."
"Put your head between your knees."
I tried that, and it helped a little. I breathed in and out slowly, keeping my head
very still. I felt him sitting beside me. The moments passed, and eventually I
found that I could raise my head. There was a hollow ringing sound in my ears.
"I guess that wasn't the best idea," he mused.
I tried to be positive, but my voice was weak. "No, it was very interesting."
"Hah! You're as white as a ghost — no, you're as white as me!"
"I think I should have closed my eyes."
"Remember that next time."
"Next time!" I groaned.
He laughed, his mood still radiant.
"Show-off," I muttered.
"Open your eyes, Bella," he said quietly.
And he was right there, his face so close to mine. His beauty stunned my mind
— it was too much, an excess I couldn't grow accustomed to.
"I was thinking, while I was running…" He paused.
"About not hitting the trees, I hope."
"Silly Bella," he chuckled. "Running is second nature to me, it's not something I
have to think about."
"Show-off," I muttered again.
He smiled.
"No," he continued, "I was thinking there was something I wanted to try." And
he took my face in his hands again." -pages 277 to 282

Muah-ha-ha-ha! I'm going to let you guys hang off there and not post the rest.

-Mrs. Cullen

Moments from the book Twilight

HUGE post of the meadow scene...
Edward's grand speech, revealing everything... heh heh.

He starts explaining everything starting from that first day in Biology...
"So, if we'd met... oh, in a dark alley or something..." I trailed off.
"It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and--" He stopped abruptly, looking away. "When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle had built for us, right then and there. If I hadn't been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself." He paused, scowling at the trees.
He glanced at me grimly, both us of remembering. "You must have thought I was possessed."
"I couldn't understand why. How you could hate me so quickly…"
"To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my
own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin… I thought it
would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred
different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought
them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out,
to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow…"
He looked up then at my staggered expression as I tried to absorb his bitter
memories. His golden eyes scorched from under his lashes, hypnotic and deadly.
"You would have come," he promised.
I tried to speak calmly. "Without a doubt."
He frowned down at my hands, releasing me from the force of his stare. "And
then, as I tried to rearrange my schedule in a pointless attempt to avoid you, you
were there — in that close, warm little room, the scent was maddening. I so very
nearly took you then. There was only one other frail human there — so easily
dealt with."
I shivered in the warm sun, seeing my memories anew through his eyes, only
now grasping the danger. Poor Ms. Cope; I shivered again at how close I'd come
to being inadvertently responsible for her death.
"But I resisted. I don't know how. I forced myself not to wait for you, not to
follow you from the school. It was easier outside, when I couldn't smell you
anymore, to think clearly, to make the right decision. I left the others near home
— I was too ashamed to tell them how weak I was, they only knew something
was very wrong — and then I went straight to Carlisle, at the hospital, to tell him
I was leaving."
I stared in surprise.
"I traded cars with him — he had a full tank of gas and I didn't want to stop. I
didn't dare to go home, to face Esme. She wouldn't have let me go without a
scene. She would have tried to convince me that it wasn't necessary…"
"By the next morning I was in Alaska." He sounded ashamed, as if admitting a
great cowardice. "I spent two days there, with some old acquaintances… but I
was homesick. I hated knowing I'd upset Esme, and the rest of them, my adopted
family. In the pure air of the mountains it was hard to believe you were so
irresistible. I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I'd dealt with
temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who
were you, an insignificant little girl" — he grinned suddenly — "to chase me
from the place I wanted to be? So I came back…" He stared off into space.
I couldn't speak.
"I took precautions, hunting, feeding more than usual before seeing you again. I
was sure that I was strong enough to treat you like any other human. I was
arrogant about it."
"It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn't simply read your thoughts
to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn't used to having to go to such
circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica's mind… her mind isn't
very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn't
know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating." He
frowned at the memory.
"I wanted you to forget my behavior that first day, if possible, so I tried to talk
with you like I would with any person. I was eager actually, hoping to decipher
some of your thoughts. But you were too interesting, I found myself caught up in
your expressions… and every now and then you would stir the air with your
hand or your hair, and the scent would stun me again…"
"Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I
thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment — because if
I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't
think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only
thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.'"
He closed his eyes, lost in his agonized confession. I listened, more eager than
rational. Common sense told me I should be terrified. Instead, I was relieved to
finally understand. And I was filled with compassion for his suffering, even now,
as he confessed his craving to take my life.
I finally was able to speak, though my voice was faint. "In the hospital?"
His eyes flashed up to mine. "I was appalled. I couldn't believe I had put us in
danger after all, put myself in your power — you of all people. As if I needed
another motive to kill you." We both flinched as that word slipped out. "But it
had the opposite effect," he continued quickly. "I fought with Rosalie, Emmett,
and Jasper when they suggested that now was the time… the worst fight we've
ever had. Carlisle sided with me, and Alice." He grimaced when he said her
name. I couldn't imagine why. "Esme told me to do whatever I had to in order to
stay." He shook his head indulgently.
"All that next day I eavesdropped on the minds of everyone you spoke to,
shocked that you kept your word. I didn't understand you at all. But I knew that I
couldn't become more involved with you. I did my very best to stay as far from
you as possible. And every day the perfume of your skin, your breath, your
hair… it hit me as hard as the very first day."
He met my eyes again, and they were surprisingly tender.
"And for all that," he continued, "I'd have fared better if I had exposed us all at
that first moment, than if now, here — with no witnesses and nothing to stop me
— I were to hurt you."
I was human enough to have to ask. "Why?"
"Isabella." He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair
with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. "Bella, I
couldn't live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don't know how it's tortured
me." He looked down, ashamed again. "The thought of you, still, white, cold…
to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your
eyes when you see through my pretenses… it would be unendurable." He lifted
his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. "You are the most important thing to me
now. The most important thing to me ever."
My head was spinning at the rapid change in direction our conversation had
taken. From the cheerful topic of my impending demise, we were suddenly
declaring ourselves. He waited, and even though I looked down to study our
hands between us, I knew his golden eyes were on me. "You already know how I
feel, of course," I finally said. "I'm here… which, roughly translated, means I
would rather die than stay away from you." I frowned. "I'm an idiot."
"You are an idiot," he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed, too. We
laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…" he murmured. I looked away,
hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion." He stared into the shadowy forest for a long
moment, and I wondered where his thoughts had taken him." - pages 269 to 274

Yes, so, basically, I love the whole meadow scene.
Thankfully, my fingers were saved from typing all this out thanks to this website.
Sorry about the weird formatting.
More parts from the meadow scene to come!

<3,
Mrs. Cullen

Moments from the book Twilight

Ooookay, part 3...
I REALLY want to finish this soon-- I want to move onto New Moon's quotes.

Alice's grand introduction!
"I started. Alice-- her short, inky hair in a halo of spiky disarray around her exquisite, elfin face-- was suddenly standing behind his shoulder. Her slight frame was willowy, graceful even in absolute stillness.
He greeted her without looking away from me. "Alice."
"Edward," she answered, her high soprano voice almost as attractive as his.
"Alice, Bella-- Bella, Alice," he introduced us, gesturing casually with his hand, a wry smile on his face.
"Hello, Bella." Her brilliant obsidian eyes were unreadable, but her smile was friendly. "It's nice to finally meet you." Edward flashed a dark look at her.
"Hi, Alice," I murmured shyly." - page 246-247
(Kelly: Why the "dark look"? You'll find out in Midnight Sun...)

Parts from the MEADOWWWW SCEEEEENE!...
"... hesitantly, I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach. I marveled again at the perfect texture, satin smooth, cool as stone. When I looked up again, his eyes were open, watching me. Butterscotch today, lighter, warmer after hunting. His quick smile turned up the corners of his flawless lips.
"I don't scare you?" he asked playfully, but I could hear the real curiosity in his soft voice.
"No more than usual."
He smiled wider; his teeth flashed in the sun.
I inched closer, stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of his forearm with my fingertips. I saw that my fingers trembled, and knew it wouldn't escape his notice. "Do you mind?" I asked, for he had closed his eyes again.
"No," he said without opening his eyes. "You can't imagine how that feels." He sighed." -page 261

Bella gets too close...
"And then he was gone, his hand ripped from mine. In the time it took my eyes to focus, he was twenty feet away, standing at the edge of the small meadow, in the deep shade of a huge fir tree. He stared at me, his eyes dark in the shadows, his expression unreadable.
I could feel the hurt and shock on my face. My empty hands stung.
"I'm... sorry... Edward," I whispered. I knew he could hear.
"Give me a moment," he called, just loud enough for my less sensitive ears. I sat very still. After ten incredibly long seconds, he walked back, slowly for him. He stopped, still several feet away, and sank gracefully to the ground, crossing his legs. His eyes never left mine. He took two deep breaths, and then smiled in apology.
"I am so very sorry." He hesitated. "Would you understand what I meant if I said I was only human?"
I nodded once, not quite able to smile at his joke. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as the realization of danger slowly sank in. He could smell that from where he sat. His smile turned mocking.
(Kelly: and now here comes the famous movie scene!!!)
"I'm the worlds best predator, aren't I? Everything about me invites you in-- my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!" Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out of sight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second.
"As if you could outrun me," he laughed bitterly.
He reached up and with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly ripped a two-foot-thick branch from the trunk of the spruce. He balanced it in that hand for a moment, and then threw it with blinding speed, shattering it against another huge tree, which shook and trembled at the blow.
And he was in front of me again, standing two feet away, still as a stone.
"As if you could fight me off," he said gently.
I sat without moving, more frightened of him than I had ever been. I'd never seen him so completely freed of that carefully cultivated facade. Face ashen, eyes wide, I sat like a bird locked in the eyes of a snake." -pages 263-264

E explains to B why "he's more dangerous to her than he is to anyone else".
"You know how everyone enjoys different flavors?" he began. "Some people love chocolate ice cream, others prefer strawberry?"
I nodded.
"Sorry about the food analogy-- I couldn't think of another way to explain."
I smiled. He smiled ruefully back.
"You see, every person smells different, has a different essence. If you locked an alcoholic in a room full of stale beer, he'd gladly drink it. But he could resist, if he wished to, if he were a recovering alcoholic. Now let's say you placed in that room a glass of hundred-year-old brandy, the rarest, finest cognac-- and filled the room with its warm aroma-- how do you think he would fare then?"
We sat silently, looking into each other's eyes-- trying to read each other's thoughts.
He broke the silence first.
"Maybe that's not the right comparison. Maybe it would be too easy to turn down the brandy. Perhaps I should have made our alcoholic a heroin addict instead."
"So, what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood.
He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort.
"Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin." -pages 267-268

Sorry for any typos-- I don't have enough time to review this post, because I have to get ready. We're going camping somewhere until eight o'clock, for my little brother's boy scout's troop.
I wanted to finish all the scenes in the meadow I liked today, but I don't have enough time. Sorry! I'll post tomorrow...

-Mrs. Cullen

DEAD FROM HUGE CASTING UPDATE

OMFG
(yes, I really posted that phrase)

From the Twilight Facebook:

"Summit Entertainment announced today the following have been cast in THE TWILIGHT SAGA: BREAKING DAWN for roles in The Amazon Coven, The Egyptian Coven, The Irish Coven and The Romanian Coven as well as the American and European Nomads as outlined below.

THE AMAZON COVEN

• Senna - Tracey Heggins
• Zafrina - Judi Shekoni

Among the oldest vampires in the world, Senna and Zafrina are descendants of an ancient Amazonian tribe. They have lived outside of civilization for centuries and therefore make no attempt to keep up a human facade. Though they drink human blood, the Amazons have long been allies of Carlisle. Kelly: ZAAAAAAFRINAAAAA!!!!!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

THE EGYPTIAN COVEN

• Amun - Omar Metwally
• Kebi - Andrea Gabriel
• Benjamin - Rami Malek
• Tia - Angela Sarafyan

The Egyptian Coven consists of Amun, Kebi, Benjamin, and Tia, with Amun as the leader. It is stated that even though they are not a biological family, they could pass for one. Amun is extremely protective of his family and fearful of Aro. Kelly: PERFECTLY CASTED! PERFECT MATES!!!

THE IRISH COVEN

• Maggie - Marlane Barnes
• Siobhan - Lisa Howard
• Liam - Patrick Brennan

The Irish Coven, a relatively young group, was founded by Siobhan and Liam, but Maggie's talent made her an important element of it. They are not vegetarian but they are civilized. Kelly: MAGGIE LOOKS SO EFFING CUTE!!!!!

THE ROMANIAN COVEN

• Vladimir - Noel Fisher
• Stefan - Guri Weinberg

The Romanian Coven is one of the oldest covens in the world and they were the ruling vampire family until they were unseated by the Volturi. For that reason they harbor a centuries old resentment of the Italian coven. Kelly: *dead*

THE AMERICAN NOMADS

• Garrett - Lee Pace
• Mary - Toni Trucks
• Randall - Bill Tangradi
• Peter - Erik Odom
• Charlotte - Valorie Curry

Turned during the Revolutionary War, Garrett has chosen to live a nomadic existence, wandering the world on his own. Garrett has never lost the rebellious spirit of his human life, and loves a good fight, always rooting for the underdog. Though not a vegetarian, Garrett is among Carlisle's closest and oldest friends. Kelly: GARRETT! YOUR EPIC SPEECH FsTW!!!!!

Mary and Randall are American nomadic vampires.

Peter and Charlotte are nomadic vampires and mates. They were created during the aftermath of the Southern Vampire Wars, in which Jasper was a key player. They have remained friends with Jasper ever since. Kelly: PEEEETEEEERRR!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!

THE EUROPEAN NOMADS

• Alistair - Joe Anderson

A nomadic vampire from England, Alistair has a misanthropic, brooding personality and a deep mistrust of all authority. Although he counts Carlisle as his closest acquaintance, he doesn’t visit more than once a century." Kelly: Alistair also grumbles to himself in the attic for the majority of his time at the Cullen house

Read more here

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Kelly: *dead from Vladimir and Stefan's casting*

*loving the Irish Coven*

*loving the Egyptian Coven*

*loving Garrett*

*loving Zafrina*

*loving Charlotte and Peter*

*loving Alistair*

yay!

Twilighters!

Mackenzie Foy has been confirmed to play Renesmee Carlie Cullen in Breaking Dawn!
Stephenie Meyer announced it herself in a letter to the fans on the Twilight Saga's Facebook page!
Isn't Mackenzie the perfect movie Nessie?
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The obnoxious, squealing twitards in the comments section, however, soiled the letter...

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<3,
Mrs. Cullen

The Mustaches Make it BIG

Jackson...



...I LOVE YOU.
"And now ve hev dog! And a booaat!" XD

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For those of you who don't already know/don't pay attention to the rest of the twilight cast AT ALL, Jackson Rathbone, who plays Jasper Hale, is in a band called "100 Monkeys", and this was their submission for the website "Go Daddy's" Commercial Contest. Yes, Jasper's wearing the golden mustache and accent of epicness.

He. Is. So. AWESOME!!!!!

-Mrs. Cullen

SQUEE

Hey twilighters,

The Twilight Lexicon has vamperized the Denali Coven!

In order: Irina, Tanya, Kate, Eleazar, Carmen.

Can't wait!

-Mrs. Cullen

Coincidence?

Hey twilighters,

Don't you think these two look a little alike? (That's not his sister-- just a fan! Crazy, right?!)
And don't you think these two also look a little bit alike?
Sorry, Team Jacob-ers, Edward wins this round.

-Mrs. Cullen

103 posts! (Well, now, 104...)

Twilighters,

It says on my dashboard that I've just reached 103 posts (well, now, 104) since February 1st, 2009.
I missed posting this "thank you" on my 100th post because I was obsessing about Nessie. I guess, from now on as a tradition, I'll be celebrating four posts off!
My 204th post will be twice as special (and not as rushed) as this! :D
However, I'm not going to re-post my first post on the blog, because it was embarrassing how I regarded myself as a twilighter then...

Instead, I have a list of people I want to thank for the inspiration of creating such an......... interesting...... blog.

1. Stephenie Meyer (the writer of our Bible)
2. Bianca F. (She told me to read the twilight series, then recently dumped it for HP. Whatever-- I'm going to thank you anyway. You told me to create a blog...)
3. The whole cast of the twilight saga books
4. The whole cast of the twilight saga movies
5. Catherine Hardwicke
6. My parents? (Sorry that you came so late in the list... :D)
7. David Slade
8. All my school friends that regard me as a crazy twilighter (sorry that you're number 8, but I can't put you above Stephenie! ;)
9. Bill Condon? I'm not sure if he's proved himself worthy of the list yet, but from the looks of this letter, I think he's pretty awesome.

Melissa Rosenberg, I STILL HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DX
(doesn't she look so evil in that picture?)
GO DIE IN A HOLE!

Er... so, guys, thanks for... supporting me? I don't know. You've all been criticizing my love for the series, anyway... :D
Then, thanks for encouraging my craziness. I love you too! :D

-Mrs. Cullen

P.S. THE AWESOME ONE also has reached 100 posts on her blog.
P.P.S. I used the word "post" eight times in this post. Whoops, I mean, ten times.

Moments from the book Twilight

Hey twilighters,

This is the second round of quotes that make me LOVE twilight.

After Bella researches vampires on the website Vampires A-Z:
"Aggravated, I snapped off the computer's main power switch, not waiting to shut things down properly. Through my irritation, I felt overwhelming embarrassment. It was all so stupid. i was sitting in my room, researching vampires. What was wrong with me? I decided that most of the blame belonged on the doorstep of the town of Forks-- and the entire sodden Olympic Peninsula, for that matter." -page 135

Bella goes into the forest to think after researching vampires. This occurs in the early morning after the day she went to La Push, and Jacob Black told Bella that the Cullens were vampires:
"First, I had to decide if it were possible that what Jacob had said about the Cullens could be true.
Immediately my mind responded with a resounding negative. it was silly and morbid to entertain such ridiculous notions. But what, then? I asked myself. There was no rational explanation for how I was alive at this moment. I listed again in my head the things I'd observed myself: the impossible speed and strength, the eye color shifting from black to gold and back again, the inhuman beauty, the pale, frigid skin. And more-- small things that registered slowly-- how they never seemed to eat, the disturbing grace with which they moved. And the way he sometimes spoke, with unfamiliar cadences and phrases that better fit the style of a turn-of-the-century novel than of a twenty-first-century classroom. He had skipped class the day we'd done blood typing. He hadn't said no to the beach trip till he heard where we were going. He seemed to know what everyone around him was thinking... except me. He had told me he was the villain, dangerous...
Could the Cullens be vampires?
Well, they were something. Something outside the possibility of rational justification was taking place in front of my incredulous eyes. Whether it be Jacob's cold ones or my own superhero theory, Edward Cullen was not... human.
He was something more." -pages 137-138

"...Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. Even if... but I couldn't think it. Not here, alone in the darkening forest. Not while the rain made it dim as twilight under the canopy and pattered like footsteps across the matted earthen floor." -page 139

E & B in the La Bella Italia restaurant after the incident in Port Angeles:
"Okay, then." I glared at him, and continued slowly. "Let's say, hypothetically of course, that... someone... could know what people are thinking, read minds, you know-- with a few exceptions."
"Just one exception," he corrected, "hypothetically."
"All right, with one exception then." I was thrilled that he was playing along, but I tried to seem casual. "How does that work? What are the limitations? How would... that someone... find someone else at exactly the right time? How would he know she was in trouble?" i wondered if my convoluted questions even made sense.
"Hypothetically?" he asked.
"Sure."
"Well, if... that someone..."
"Let's call him 'Joe,'" i suggested.
He smiled wryly. "Joe, then. If Joe had been paying attention, the timing wouldn't have needed to be quite so exact." He shook his head, rolling his eyes. "Only you could get into trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know."
"We were speaking of a hypothetical case," I reminded him frostily.
He laughed at me, his eyes warm.
"Yes, we were," he agreed. "Shall we call you 'Jane?'" - pages 172-173

The drive back home from Port Angeles:
"My mind doesn't work right? I'm a freak?" The words bothered me more than they should-- probably because his speculation hit home. I'd always suspected as much, and it embarrassed me to have it confirmed.
"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak," he laughed. "Don''t worry, it's just a theory..." His face tightened. "Which brings us back to you."
I sighed. How to begin?
"Aren't we past all the evasions now?" he reminded me softly.
I looked away from his face for the first time, trying to find words. I happened to notice the speedometer.
"Holy crow!" I shouted. "Slow down!"
"What's wrong?" He was startled. But the car didn't decelerate.
"You're going a hundred miles an hour!" I was still shouting. I shot a panicky glance out the window but it was too dark to see much. The road was only visible in the long patch of bluish brightness from the headlights. The forest along both sides of the road was like a black wall-- as hard as a wall of steel if we veered off the road at this speed.
"Relax, Bella." He rolled his eyes, still not slowing.
"Are you trying to kill us?" I demanded.
"We're not going to crash."
I tried to modulate my voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?"
"I always drive like this." He turned to smile crookedly at me.
"Keep your eyes on the road!"
"I've never been in an accident, Bella-- I've never even gotten a ticket." He grinned and tapped his forehead. "Built in radar detector."
"Very funny." I fumed. "Charlie's a cop, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."
"Probably," he agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't." He sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle drifted toward eighty. "Happy?"
"Almost."
"I hate driving slow," he muttered.
"This is slow?"
"Enough commentary on my driving," he snapped. "I'm still waiting for your latest theory." -page 181-182

E & B's second cafeteria conversation, the day after Port Angeles:
"I'm curious," I said as I picked up an apple, turning it around in my hands," what would you do if someone dared you to eat food?"
"You're always curious." He grimaced, shaking his head. He glared at me, holding my eyes as he lifted the slice of pizza off the tray, and deliberately bit off a mouthful, chewed quickly, and then swallowed. I watched, eyes wide.
"If someone dared you to eat dirt, you could, couldn't you?" he asked condescendingly.
I wrinkled my nose. "I did once... on a dare," I admitted. "It wasn't so bad."
He laughed. "I suppose I'm not surprised." -page 207

Awkwardsauce moment between E & B right before Gym class:
"Shall we?" he asked, rising fluidly.
I almost groaned. Time for Gym[...]
He walked me to my next class in silence and paused at the door; I turned to say goodbye. His face startled me-- his expression was torn, almost pained, and so fiercely beautiful that the ache to touch him flared as strong as before. My goodbye stuck in my throat.
He raised his hand, hesitant, conflict raging in his eyes, and then swiftly brushed the length of my cheekbone with his fingertips. His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm-- like I'd been burned, but didn't feel the pain of it yet.
He turned without a word and strode quickly away from me." -page 220

Edward's turn/day to "ask the questions":
"What's your favorite color?" he asked, his face grave.
I rolled my eyes. "It changes from day to day."
"What's your favorite color today?" He was still solemn.
"Probably brown." I tended to dress according to my mood.
He snorted, dropping his serious expression. "Brown?" he asked skeptically.
"Sure. Brown is warm. I miss brown. Everything that's supposed to be brown-- tree trunks, rocks, dirt-- is all covered up with squashy green stuff here." I complained.
He seemed fascinated by my little rant. He considered for a moment, staring into my eyes.
"You're right," He decided, serious again. "Brown is warm." He reached over, swiftly, but somehow still hesitantly, to sweep my hair back behind my shoulder." -page 228

Edward's still asking questions, and they're in Bella's truck talking after school, for who knows how many hours. This is the infamous "twilight" quote, which gave the book its title. I was crushed to see these lines never make it into the movie:
"Are you finished?" I asked in relief.
"Not even close-- but your father will be home soon."
"Charlie!" I suddenly recalled his existence, and sighed. I looked out at the rain-darkened sky, but it gave nothing away. "How late is it?" I wondered out loud as I glanced at the clock. I was surprised by the time-- Charlie would be driving home now.
"It's twilight," Edward murmured, looking at the western horizon, obscured as it was with clouds. His voice was thoughtful, as if his mind were somewhere far away. I stared at him as he gazed unseeingly out the windshield.
I was still staring when his eyes suddenly shifted back to mine.
"It's the safest time of day of us," he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. "The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way... the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don't you think?" He smiled wistfully.
"I like the night. Without the dark, we'd never see the stars." I frowned. "Not that you see them here much."
He laughed, and the mood abruptly lightened." -page 233

Whew-- that's all for today! I was so intent in choosing small excerpts when I thought of doing this, but I can't help type out pages at a time... I can't figure out where to stop! :D

-Mrs. Cullen