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   Eclipse 

 Twilight Book 3 

Stephenie Meyer 

  To my husband; Pancho; 
 for your patience; love; friendship; humor; 
 and willingness to eat out。 


And also to my children; Gabe; Seth; and Eli; 
for letting me experience the kind of love that people freely die for。 

Fire and Ice 


Some say the world will end in fire; 
 Some say in ice。 
 From what I’ve tasted of desire 
 I hold with those who favor fire。 
   But if it had to perish twice; 
  I think I know enough of hate 
  To say that for destruction ice 
Is also great 
And would suffice。 


Robert Frost 

   PREFACE 


ALL OUR ATTEMPTS AT SUBTERFUGE HAD BEEN IN VAIN。 
 With ice in my heart; I watched him prepare to defend me。 His intense concentration betrayed no hint of 
doubt; though he was outnumbered。 I knew that we could expect no help — at this moment; his family was 
fighting for their lives just as surely as he was for ours。 
 Would I ever learn the oute of that other fight? Find out who the winners and the losers were? Would 
I live long enough for that? 
 The odds of that didn’t look so great。 
 Black eyes; wild with their fierce craving for my death; watched for the moment when my protector’s 
attention would be diverted。 The moment when I would surely die。 
 Somewhere; far; far away in the cold forest; a wolf howled。 

 1。 ULTIMATUM 


  Bella; 

  I don’t know why you’re making Charlie carry notes to Billy like we’re in second gradeif I 
  wanted to talk to you I would answer the 
  You made the choice here; okay? You can’t have it both ways when 
  What part of ‘mortal enemies’ is too plicated for you to 
  Look; I know I’m being a jerk; but there’s just no way around 
  We can’t be friends when you’re spending all your time with a bunch of 
  It just makes it worse when I think about you too much; so don’t write anymore 
  Yeah; I miss you; too。 A lot。 Doesn’t change anything。 Sorry。 

  Jacob 

I ran my fingers across the page; feeling the dents where he had pressed the pen to the paper so hard that it 
had nearly broken through。 I could picture him writing this — scrawling the angry letters in his rough 
handwriting; slashing through line after line when the words came out wrong; maybe even snapping the pen in 
his toobig hand; that would explain the ink splatters。 I could imagine the frustration pulling his black eyebrows 
together and crumpling his forehead。 If I’d been there; I might have laughed。 Don’t give yourself a brain 
hemorrhage; Jacob; I would have told him。 Just spit it out。 
Laughing was the last thing I felt like doing now as I reread the words I’d already memorized。 His answer 
to my pleading note — passed from Charlie to Billy to him; just like second grade; as he’d pointed out — was 
no surprise。 I’d known the essence of what it would say before I’d opened it。 
What was surprising was how much each crossedout line wounded me — as if the points of the letters 
had cutting edges。 More than that; behind each angry beginning lurked a vast pool of hurt; Jacob’s pain cut me 
deeper than my own。 
While I was pondering this; I caught the unmistakable scent of a smoking burner rising from the kitchen。 In 
another house; the fact that someone besides myself was cooking might not be a cause for panicking。 
I shoved the wrinkled paper into my back pocket and ran; making it downstairs in the nick of time。 
The jar of spaghetti sauce Charlie’d stuck in the microwave was only on its first revolution when I yanked 
the door open and pulled it out。 
“What did I do wrong?” Charlie demanded。 
“You’re supposed to take the lid off first; Dad。 Metal’s bad for microwaves。” I swiftly removed the lid as 
I spoke; poured half the sauce into a bowl; and then put the bowl inside the microwave and the jar back in the 
fridge; I fixed the time and pressed start。 
Charlie watched my adjustments with pursed lips。 “Did I get the noodles right?” 
I looked in the pan on the stove — the source of the smell that had alerted me。 “Stirring helps;” I said 
mildly。 I found a spoon and tried to declump the mushy hunk that was scalded to the bottom。 
Charlie sighed。 
“So what’s all this about?” I asked him。 
He folded his arms across his chest and glared out the back windows into the sheeting rain。 “Don’t know 
what you’re talking about;” he grumbled。 
I was mystified。 Charlie cooking? And what was with the surly attitude? Edward wasn’t here yet; usually 
my dad reserved this kind of behavior for my boyfriend’s benefit; doing his best to illustrate the theme of 
“unwele” with every word and posture。 Charlie’s efforts were unnecessary — Edward knew exactly what 
my dad was thinking without the show。 
The word boyfriend had me chewing on the inside of my cheek with a familiar tension while I stirred。 It 
wasn’t the right word; not at all。 I needed something more expressive of eternal mitment。 。 。 。 But words 
like destiny and fate sounded hokey when you used them in casual conversation。 

Edward had another word in mind; and that word was the source of the tension I felt。 It put my teeth on 
edge just to think it to myself。 
Fiancée。 Ugh。 I shuddered away from the thought。 
“Did I miss something? Since when do you make dinner?” I asked Charlie。 The pasta lump bobbed in the 
boiling water as I poked it。 “Or try to make dinner; I should say。” 
Charlie shrugged。 “There’s no law that says I can’t cook in my own house。” 
“You would know;” I replied; grinning as I eyed the badge pinned to his leather jacket。 
“Ha。 Good one。” He shrugged out of the jacket as if my glance had reminded him he still had it on; and 
hung it on the peg reserved for his gear。 His gun belt was already slung in place — he hadn’t felt the need to 
wear that to the station for a few weeks。 There had been no more disturbing disappearances to trouble the 
small town of Forks; Washington; no more sightings of the giant; mysterious wolves in the everrainy woods。 。 
。 。 
I prodded the noodles in silence; guessing that Charlie would get around to talking about whatever was 
bothering him in his own time。 My dad was not a man of many words; and the effort he had put into trying to 
orchestrate a sitdown dinner with me made it clear there were an uncharacteristic number of words on his 
mind。 
I glanced at the clock routinely — something I did every few minutes around this time。 Less than a half 
hour to go now。 
Afternoons were the hardest part of my day。 Ever since my former best friend (and werewolf); Jacob 
Black; had informed on me about the motorcycle I’d been riding on the sly — a betrayal he had devised in 
order to get me grounded so that I couldn’t spend time with my boyfriend (and vampire); Edward Cullen — 
Edward had been allowed to see me only from seven till nihirty p。m。; always inside the confines of my 
home and under the supervision of my dad’s unfailingly crabby glare。 
This was an escalation from the previous; slightly less stringent grounding that I’d earned for an 
unexplained threeday disappearance and one episode of cliff diving。 
Of course; I still saw Edward at school; because there wasn’t anything Charlie could do about that。 And 
then; Edward spent almost every night in my room; too; but Charlie wasn’t precisely aware of that。 Edward’s 
ability to climb easily and silently through my secondstory window was almost as useful as his ability to read 
Charlie’s mind。 
Though the afternoon was the only time I spent away from Edward; it was enough to make me restless; 
and the hours always dragged。 Still; I endured my punishment without plaining because — for one thing 
— I knew I’d earned it; and — for another — because I couldn’t bear to hurt my dad by moving out now; 
when a much more permanent separation hovered; invisible to Charlie; so close on my horizon。 
My dad sat down at the table with a grunt and unfolded the damp newspaper there; within seconds he 
was clucking his tongue in disapproval。 
“I don’t know why you read the news; Dad。 It only ticks you off。” 
He ignored me; grumbling at the paper in his hands。 “This is why everyone wants to live in a small town! 
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