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Breaking Dawn preface taj Pet Sep 25, 2009 7:55 pm
Rosalie Lillian Hale
Godina: 18
Broj poruka: 11300
Book One:
PREFACE
I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences;
it wasn’t something
you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really
was
marked
for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you
hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers—the monsters,
the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could
you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your
life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
If it was someone you truly loved?
Book Three:
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
wanted
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.
Sta mislite o ova dva uvoda?????
PREFACE
I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences;
it wasn’t something
you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really
was
marked
for disaster. I’d escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you
hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers—the monsters,
the enemies.
When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could
you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your
life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it?
If it was someone you truly loved?
Book Three:
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
wanted
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.
Sta mislite o ova dva uvoda?????
