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New　Moon　

By　

Stephenie　Meyer　

Contents　

PREFACE　
1。　PARTY　
2　STITCHES　
3。　THE　END　
OCTOBER　
NOVEMBER　
DECEMBER　
JANUARY　
4。　WAKING　UP　
5。　CHEATER　
6。　FRIENDS　
7。　REPETITION　
8。　ADRENALINE　
9。　THIRD　WHEEL　
10。　THE　MEADOW　
11。　CULT　
12。　INTRUDER　
13。　KILLER　
14。　FAMILY　
15。　PRESSURE　
16。　PARIS　
17。　VISITOR　
18。　THE　FUNERAL　
19。　HATE　
20。　VOLTERRA　
21。　VERDICT　
22。　FLIGHT　
23。　THE　TRUTH　
24。　VOTE　
EPILOGUE　TREATY　

new　moon　



Text　copyright　　2006　by　Stephenie　Meyer　


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First　Edition　September　2006　


The　characters　and　events　portrayed　in　this　book　are　fictitious。　Any　similarity　to　real　persons；　living　or　dead；　is　
coincidental　and　not　intended　by　the　author　


Meyer；　Stephenie；　1973—New　Moon　a　novel　　b）　Stepheme　Meyer—1st　ed　p　cm　


Summary　When　the　Cullens；　including　her　beloved　Edward；　leave　Forks　rather　than　risk　revealing　that　they　are　
vampires；　it　is　almost　too　much　for　eighteenyearold　Bella　to　bear；　but　she　finds　solace　in　her　friend　Jacob　until　he　is　
drawn　into　a　cult　and　changes　in　terrible　ways　


ISBN13　9780　316160193　

ISBN100316160199　

＇1　Vampires—Fiction　2　Werewolves—Fiction　3　High　schools—Fiction　4　Schools—Fiction　5　Washington　
（State）—Fiction　＇　1　Title　

PZ7　M57188New2006　＇Fic＇—dc22　2006012309　


1098　7　6　5　43　2　1　


QFF　


Printed　in　the　United　States　of　America　




For　my　dad；　Stephen　Morgan—　

No　one　has　ever　been　given　more　loving　and　unconditional　

support　than　I　have　been　given　by　you。　

I　love　you；　too。　



These　violent　delights　have　violent　ends　And　in　their　triumph　die；　like　fire　and　powder；　Which；　as　
they　kiss；　consume。　

　　Romeo　and　Juliet；　Act　II；　Scene　VI　

PREFACE　



I　FELT　LIKE　I　WAS　TRAPPED　IN　ONE　OF　THOSE　TERRIFYING　nightmares；　the　one　where　you　
have　to　run；　run　till　your　lungs　burst；　but　you　can't　make　your　body　move　fast　enough。　My　legs　seemed　to　
move　slower　and　slower　as　I　fought　my　way　through　the　callous　crowd；　but　the　hands　on　the　huge　clock　
tower　didn't　slow。　With　relentless；　uncaring　force；　they　turned　inexorably　toward　the　end—the　end　of　
everything。　

But　this　was　no　dream；　and；　unlike　the　nightmare；　I　wasn't　running　for　my　life；　I　was　racing　to　save　
something　infinitely　more　precious。　My　own　life　meant　little　to　me　today。　

Alice　had　said　there　was　a　good　chance　we　would　both　die　here。　Perhaps　the　oute　would　be　
different　if　she　weren't　trapped　by　the　brilliant　sunlight；　only　I　was　free　to　run　across　this　bright；　crowded　
square。　

And　I　couldn't　run　fast　enough。　

So　it　didn't　matter　to　me　that　we　were　surrounded　by　our　extraordinarily　dangerous　enemies。　As　the　
clock　began　to　toll　out　the　hour；　vibrating　under　the　soles　of　my　sluggish　feet；　I　knew　I　was　too　late—and　
I　was　glad　something　bloodthirsty　waited　in　the　wings。　For　in　failing　at　this；　I　forfeited　any　desire　to　live。　

The　clock　tolled　again；　and　the　sun　beat　down　from　the　exact　center　point　of　the　sky。　

1。　PARTY　




I　WAS　NIYNINE　POINT　NINE　PERCENT　SURE　I　WAS　dreaming。　

The　reasons　I　was　so　certain　were　that；　first；　I　was　standing　in　a　bright　shaft　of　sunlight—the　kind　of　
blinding　clear　sun　that　never　shone　on　my　drizzly　new　hometown　in　Forks；　Washington—and　second；　I　
was　looking　at　my　Grandma　Marie。　Gran　had　been　dead　for　six　years　now；　so　that　was　solid　evidence　
toward　the　dream　theory。　

Gran　hadn't　changed　much；　her　face　looked　just　the　same　as　I　remembered　it。　The　skin　was　soft　and　
withered；　bent　into　a　thousand　tiny　creases　that　clung　gently　to　the　bone　underneath。　Like　a　dried　apricot；　
but　with　a　puff　of　thick　white　hair　standing　out　in　a　cloud　around　it。　

Our　mouths—hers　a　wizened　picker—spread　into　the　same　surprised　halfsmile　at　just　the　same　time。　
Apparently；　she　hadn't　been　expecting　to　see　me；　either。　

I　was　about　to　ask　her　a　question；　I　had　so　many—What　was　she　doing　here　in　my　cream？　What　had　

she　been　up　to　in　the　past　six　years？　Was　Pop　okay；　and　had　they　found　each　other；　wherever　they　
were？—but　she　opened　her　mouth　when　I　did；　so　I　stopped　to　let　her　go　first。　She　paused；　too；　and　then　
we　Goth　smiled　at　the　little　awkwardness。　

〃Bella！〃　

It　wasn't　Gran　who　called　my　name；　and　we　both　turned　to　see　the　addition　to　our　small　reunion。　I　didn't　
have　to　look　to　know　who　it　was；　this　was　a　voice　I　would　know　anywhere—know；　and　respond　to；　
whether　I　was　awake　or　asleep…　or　even　dead；　I'd　bet。　The　voice　I'd　walk　through　fire　for—or；　less　
dramatically；　slosh　every　day　through　the　cold　and　endless　rain　for。　

Edward。　

Even　though　I　was　always　thrilled　to　see　him—conscious　or　otherwise—and　even　though　I　was　almost　
positive　that　I　was　dreaming；　I　panicked　as　Edward　walked　toward　us　through　the　glaring　sunlight。　

I　panicked　because　Gran　didn't　know　that　I　was　in　love　with　a　vampire—nobody　knew　that—so　how　
was　I　supposed　to　explain　the　fact　that　the　brilliant　sunbeams　were　shattering　off　his　skin　into　a　thousand　
rainbow　shards　like　he　was　made　of　crystal　or　diamond？　

Well；　Gran；　yon　might　have　noticed　that　my　boyfriend　glitters。　It's　just　something　he　does　in　the　
sun。　Don't　worry　about　it…　

What　was　he　doing？　The　whole　reason　he　lived　in　Forks；　the　rainiest　place　in　the　world；　was　so　that　he　
could　be　outside　in　the　daytime　without　exposing　his　family's　secret。　Yet　here　he　was；　strolling　gracefully　
toward　me—with　the　most　beautiful　smile　on　his　angel's　face—as　if　I　were　the　only　one　here。　

In　that　second；　I　wished　that　I　was　not　the　one　exception　to　his　mysterious　talent；　I　usually　felt　grateful　
that　I　was　the　only　person　whose　thoughts　he　couldn't　hear　just　as　clearly　as　if　they　were　spoken　aloud。　
But　now　I　wished　he　could　hear　me；　too；　so　that　he　could　hear　the　warning　I　was　screaming　in　my　head。　

I　shot　a　panicked　glance　back　at　Gran；　and　saw　that　it　was　too　late。　She　was　just　turning　to　stare　back　at　
me；　her　eyes　as　alarmed　as　mine。　

Edward—still　smiling　so　beautifully　that　my　heart　felt　like　it　was　going　to　swell　up　and　burst　through　my　
chest—put　his　arm　around　my　shoulder　and　turned　to　face　my　grandmother。　

Gran's　expression　surprised　me。　Instead　of　looking　horrified；　she　was　staring　at　me　sheepishly；　as　if　
waiting　for　a　scolding。　And　she　was　standing　in　such　a　strange　position—one　arm　held　awkwardly　away　
from　her　body；　stretched　out　and　then　curled　around　the　air。　Like　she　had　her　arm　around　someone　I　
couldn't　see；　someone　invisible…　

Only　then；　as　I　looked　at　the　bigger　picture；　did　I　notice　the　huge　gilt　frame　that　enclosed　my　
grandmother's　form。　Unprehending；　I　raised　the　hand　that　wasn't　wrapped　around　Edward's　waist　
and　reached　out　to　touch　her。　She　mimicked　the　movement　exactly；　mirrored　it。　But　where　our　fingers　
should　have　met；　there　was　nothing　but　cold　glass…　

With　a　dizzying　jolt；　my　dream　abruptly　became　a　nightmare。　

There　was　no　Gran。　

That　was　me。　Me　in　a　mirror。　Me—ancient；　creased；　and　withered。　

Edward　stood　beside　me；　casting　no　reflection；　excruciatingly　lovely　and　forever　seventeen。　

He　pressed　his　icy；　perfect　lips　against　my　wasted　cheek。　

〃Happy　birthday；〃　he　whispered。　


I　woke　with　a　start—my　eyelids　popping　open　wide—and　gasped。　Dull　gray　light；　the　familiar　light　of　an　
overcast　morning；　took　the　place　of　the　blinding　sun　in　my　dream。　

Just　a　dream；　I　told　myself。　It　was　only　a　dream。　I　took　a　deep　breath；　and　then　jumped　again　when　
my　alarm　went　off。　The　little　calendar　in　the　corner　of　the　clock's　display　informed　me　that　today　was　
September　thirteenth。　

Only　a　dream；　but　prophetic　enough　in　one　way；　at　least。　Today　was　my　birthday。　I　was　officially　
eighteen　years　old。　

I'd　been　dreading　this　day　for　months。　

All　through　the　perfect　summer—the　happiest　summer　I　had　ever　had；　the　happiest　summer　anyone　
anywhere　had　ever　had；　and　the　rainiest　summer　in　the　history　of　the　Olympic　Peninsula—this　bleak　date　
had　lurked　in　ambush；　waiting　to　spring。　

And　now　that　it　had　hit；　it　was　even　worse　than　I'd　feared　it　would　be。　I　could　feel　it—I　was　older。　Every　
day　I　got　older；　but　this　was　different；　worse；　quantifiable。　I　was　eighteen。　

And　Edward　never　would　be。　

When　I　went　to　brush　my　teeth；　I　was　almost　surprised　that　the　face　in　the　mirror　hadn't　changed。　I　stared　
at　myself；　looking　for　some　sign　of　impending　wrinkles　in　my　ivory　skin。　The　only　creases　were　the　ones　
on　my　forehead；　though；　and　I　knew　that　if　I　could　manage　to　relax；　they　would　disappear。　I　couldn't。　My　
eyebrows　stayed　lodged　in　a　worried　line　over　my　anxious　brown　eyes。　

It　was　just　a　dream；　I　reminded　myself　again。　Just　a　dream…　but　also　my　worst　nightmare。　

I　skipped　breakfast；　in　a　hurry　to　get　out　of　the　house　as　quickly　as　possible。　I　wasn't　entirely　able　to　
avoid　my　dad；　and　so　I　had　to　spend　a　few　minutes　acting　cheerful。　I　honestly　tried　to　be　excited　about　
the　gifts　I'd　asked　him　not　to　get　me；　but　every　time　I　had　to　smile；　it　felt　like　I　might　start　crying。　

I　struggled　to　get　a　grip　on　myself　as　I　drove　to　school。　The　vision　of　Gran—I　would　not　think　of　it　as　
me—was　hard　to　get　out　of　my　head。　I　couldn't　feel　anything　but　despair　until　I　pulled　into　the　familiar　
parking　lot　behind　Forks　High　School　and　spotted　Edward　leaning　motionlessly　against　his　polished　silver　
Volvo；　like　a　marble　tribute　to　some　forgotten　pagan　god　of　beauty。　The　dream　had　not　done　him　justice。　
And　he　was　waiting　there　for　me；　just　the　same　as　every　other　day。　

Despair　momentarily　vanished；　wonder　took　its　place。　Even　after　half　a　year　with　him；　I　still　couldn't　
believe　that　I　deserved　this　degree　of　good　fortune。　

His　sister　Alice　was　standing　by　his　side；　waiting　for　me；　too。　

Of　course　Edward　and　Alice　weren't　really　related　（in　Forks　the　story　was　that　all　the　Cullen　siblings　
were　adopted　by　Dr。　Carlisle　Culler　and　his　wife；　Esme；　both　plainly　too　young　to　have　teenage　children）；　
but　their　skin　was　precisely　the　same　pale　shade；　their　eyes　had　the　same　strange　golden　tint；　with　the　
same　deep；　bruiselike　shadows　beneath　them。　Her　face；　like　his；　was　also　startlingly　beautiful。　To　
someone　in　the　know—someone　like　me—these　similarities　marked　them　for　what　they　were。　

The　sight　of　Alice　waiting　there—her　tawny　eyes　brilliant　with　excitement；　and　a　small　silverwrapped　
square　in　her　hands—made　me　frown。　I'd　told　Alice　I　didn't　want　anything；　anything；　not　gifts　or　even　
attention；　for　my　birthday。　Obviously；　my　wishes　were　being　ignored。　

I　slammed　the　door　of　my　'53　Chevy　truck—a　shower　of　rust　specks　fluttered　down　to　the　wet　
blacktop—and　walked　slowly　toward　where　they　waited。　Alice　skipped　forward　to　meet　me；　her　pixie　
face　glowing　under　her　spiky　black　hair。　

〃Happy　birthday；　Bella！〃　

〃Shh！〃　I　hissed；　glancing　around　the　lot　to　make　sure　no　one　had　heard　her。　The　last　thing　I　wanted　was　
some　kind　of　celebration　of　the　black　event。　

She　ignored　me。　〃Do　you　want　to　open　your　present　now　or　later？〃　she　asked　eagerly　as　we　made　our　
way　to　where　Edward　still　waited。　

〃No　presents；〃　I　protested　in　a　mumble。　

She　finally　seemed　to　process　my　mood。　〃Okay…　later；　then。　Did　you　like　the　scrapbook　your　mom　sent　
you？　And　the　camera　from　Charlie？〃　

I　sighed。　Of　course　she　would　know　what　my　birthday　presents　were。　Edward　wasn't　the　only　member　
of　his　family　with　unusual　skills。　Alice　would　have　〃seen〃　what　my　parents　were　planning　as　soon　as　they'd　
decided　that　themselves。　

〃Yeah。　They're　great。〃　

〃I　think　it's　a　nice　idea。　You're　only　a　senior　once。　Might　as　well　document　the　experience。〃　

〃How　many　times　have　you　been　a　senior？〃　

〃That's　different。〃　

We　reached　Edward　then；　and　he　held　out　his　hand　for　mine。　I　took　it　eagerly；　forgetting；　for　a　moment；　
my　glum　mood。　His　skin　was；　as　always；　smooth；　hard；　and　very　cold。　He　gave　my　fingers　a　gentle　
squeeze。　I　looked　into　his　liquid　topa2　eyes；　and　my　heart　gave　a　notquitesogentle　squeeze　of　its　own。　
Hearing　the　stutter　in　my　heartbeats；　he　smiled　again。　

He　lifted　his　free　hand　and　traced　one　cool　fingertip　around　the　outside　of　my　lips　as　he　spoke。　〃So；　as　
discussed；　I　am　not　allowed　to　wish　you　a　happy　birthday；　is　that　correct？〃　

〃Yes。　That　is　correct。〃　I　could　never　quite　mimic　the　flow　of　his　perfect；　formal　articulation。　It　was　
something　that　could　only　be　picked　up　in　an　earlier　century。　

〃Just　checking。〃　He　ran　his　hand　through　his　tousled　bronze　hair。　〃You　might　have　changed　your　mind。　
Most　people　seem　to　enjoy　things　like　birthdays　and　gifts。〃　

Alice　laughed；　and　the　sound　was　all　silver；　a　wind　chime。　〃Of　course　you'll　enjoy　it。　Everyone　is　
supposed　to　be　nice　to　you　today　and　give　you　your　way；　Bella。　What's　the　worst　that　could　happen？〃　
She　meant　it　as　a　rhetorical　question。　

〃Getting　older；〃　I　answered　anyway；　and　my　voice　was　not　as　steady　as　I　wanted　it　to　be。　

Beside　me；　Edward's　smile　tightened　into　a　hard　line。　

〃Eighteen　isn't　very　old；〃　Alice　said。　〃Don't　women　usually　wait　till　they're　twentynine　to　get　upset　over　
birthdays？〃　

〃It's　older　than　Edward；〃　I　mumbled。　

He　sighed。　

〃Technically；〃　she　said；　keeping　her　tone　light。　〃Just　by　one　little　year；　though。〃　

And　I　supposed…　if　I　could　be　sure　of　the　future　I　wanted；　sure　that　I　would　get　to　spend　forever　with　
Edward；　and　Alice　and　the　rest　of　the　Cullens　（preferably　not　as　a　wrinkled　little　old　lady）…　then　a　year　
or　two　one　direction　or　the　other　wouldn't　matter　to　me　so　much。　But　Edward　was　dead　set　against　any　
future　that　changed　me。　Any　future　that　made　me　like　him—that　made　me　immortal；　too。　

An　impasse；　he　called　it。　

I　couldn't　really　see　Edward's　point；　to　be　honest。　What　was　so　great　about　mortality？　Being　a　vampire　
didn't　look　like　such　a　terrible　thing—not　the　way　the　Cullens　did　it；　anyway。　

〃What　time　will　you　be　at　the　house？〃　Alice　continued；　changing　the　subject。　From　her　expression；　she　
was　up　to　exactly　the　kind　of　thing　I'd　been　hoping　to　avoid。　

〃I　didn't　know　I　had　plans　to　be　there。〃　

〃Oh；　be　fair；　Bella！〃　she　plained。　〃You　aren't　going　to　ruin　all　our　fun　like　that；　are　you？〃　

〃I　thought　my　birthday　was　about　what　I　want。〃　

〃I'll　get　her　from　Charlie's　right　after　school；〃　Edward　told　her；　ignoring　me　altogether。　

〃I　have　to　work；〃　I　protested。　

〃You　don't；　actually；〃　Alice　told　me　smugly。　〃I　already　spoke　to　Mrs。　Newton　about　it。　She's　trading　your　
shifts。　She　said　to　tell　you　'Happy　Birthday。'〃　

〃I—I　still　can't　e　over；〃　I　stammered；　scrambling　for　an　excuse。　〃I；　well；　I　haven't　watched　Romeo　
and　Juliet　yet　for　English。〃　

Alice　snorted。　〃You　have　Romeo　and　Juliet　memorized。〃　

〃But　Mr。　Berty　said　we　needed　to　see　it　performed　to　fully　appreciate　it—that's　how　Shakespeare　
intended　it　to　be　presented。〃　

Edward　rolled　his　eyes。　

〃You've　already　seen　the　movie；〃　Alice　accused。　

〃But　not　the　nieensixties　version。　Mr。　Berty　said　it　was　the　best。〃　

Finally；　Alice　lost　the　smug　smile　and　glared　at　me。　〃This　can　be　easy；　or　this　can　be　hard；　Bella；　but　one　
way　or　the　other—〃　

Edward　interrupted