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TWILIGHT　
By：Stephenie　Meyer　

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Contents　


PREFACE　
1。　FIRST　SIGHT　
2。　OPEN　BOOK　
3。　PHENOMENON　
4。　INVITATIONS　
5。　BLOOD　TYPE　
6。　SCARY　STORIES　
7。　NIGHTMARE　
8。　PORT　ANGELES　
9。　THEORY　
10。　INTERROGATIONS　
11。　PLICATIONS　
12。　BALANCING　
13。　CONFESSIONS　
14。　MIND　OVER　MATTER　
15。　THE　CULLENS　
16。　CARLISLE　
17。　THE　GAME　
18。　THE　HUNT　
19。　GOODBYES　
20。　IMPATIENCE　
21。　PHONE　CALL　
22。　HIDEANDSEEK　
23。　THE　ANGEL　
24。　AN　IMPASSE　
EPILOGUE：　AN　OCCASION　


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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。　

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Meyer；　Stephanie；　1973—　

Twilight　：　a　novel　　by　Stephanie　Meyer。　—　1st　ed。　

Summary：　Grade　9　Up–Headstrong；　sunloving；　17yearold　Bella　declines　her　mom's　
invitation　to　move　to　Florida；　and　instead　reluctantly　opts　to　move　to　her　dad's　cabin　in　
the　dreary；　rainy　town　of　Forks；　WA。　She　bees　intrigued　with　Edward　Cullen；　a　distant；　
stylish；　and　disarmingly　handsome　senior；　who　is　also　a　vampire。　When　he　reveals　that　his　
specific　clan　hunts　wildlife　instead　of　humans；　Bella　deduces　that　she　is　safe　from　his　
bloodsucking　instincts　and　therefore　free　to　fall　hopelessly　in　love　with　him。　The　
feeling　is　mutual；　and　the　resulting　volatile　romance　smolders　as　they　attempt　to　hide　
Edward's　identity　from　her　family　and　the　rest　of　the　school。　Meyer　adds　an　eerie　new　
twist　to　the　mismatched；　starcrossed　lovers　theme：　predator　falls　for　prey；　human　falls　
for　vampire。　This　tension　strips　away　any　pretense　readers　may　have　about　the　everyday　

teen　romance　novel；　and　kissing；　touching；　and　talking　take　on　an　entirely　new　meaning　
when　one　small　mistake　could　be　lifethreatening。　Bella　and　Edward's　struggle　to　make　
their　relationship　work　bees　a　struggle　for　survival；　especially　when　vampires　from　an　
outside　clan　infiltrate　the　Cullen　territory　and　head　straight　for　her。　As　a　result；　the　
novel's　dangerfactor　skyrockets　as　the　excitement　of　secret　love　and　hushed　affection　
morphs　into　a　terrifying　race　to　stay　alive。　Realistic；　subtle；　succinct；　and　easy　to　
follow；　Twilight　will　have　readers　dying　to　sink　their　teeth　into　it。　


1。　Vampires　—　Fiction。　
2。　High　schools　—　Fiction。　
3。　Schools　—　Fiction。　
4。　Washington　（State）　—　Fiction。　

Printed　in　the　United　States　of　America　


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For　my　big　sister；　Emily；　

without　whose　enthusiasm　this　story　might　still　be　unfinished。　

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But　of　the　tree　of　the　knowledge　of　good　and　evil；　

thou　shalt　not　eat　of　it：　

for　in　the　day　that　thou　eatest　thereof　

thou　shalt　surely　die。　



Genesis　2：17　

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PREFACE　




I'd　never　given　much　thought　to　how　I　would　die　—　though　I'd　had　reason　
enough　in　the　last　few　months　—　but　even　if　I　had；　I　would　not　have　
imagined　it　like　this。　

I　stared　without　breathing　across　the　long　room；　into　the　dark　eyes　of　
the　hunter；　and　he　looked　pleasantly　back　at　me。　

Surely　it　was　a　good　way　to　die；　in　the　place　of　someone　else；　someone　I　
loved。　Noble；　even。　That　ought　to　count　for　something。　

I　knew　that　if　I'd　never　gone　to　Forks；　I　wouldn't　be　facing　death　now。　
But；　terrified　as　I　was；　I　couldn't　bring　myself　to　regret　the　decision。　
When　life　offers　you　a　dream　so　far　beyond　any　of　your　expectations；　it's　
not　reasonable　to　grieve　when　it　es　to　an　end。　

The　hunter　smiled　in　a　friendly　way　as　he　sauntered　forward　to　kill　me。　

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1。　FIRST　SIGHT　

My　mother　drove　me　to　the　airport　with　the　windows　rolled　down。　It　was　
seventyfive　degrees　in　Phoenix；　the　sky　a　perfect；　cloudless　blue。　I　was　
wearing　my　favorite　shirt　—　sleeveless；　white　eyelet　lace；　I　was　wearing　
it　as　a　farewell　gesture。　My　carryon　item　was　a　parka。　

In　the　Olympic　Peninsula　of　northwest　Washington　State；　a　small　town　
named　Forks　exists　under　a　nearconstant　cover　of　clouds。　It　rains　on　
this　inconsequential　town　more　than　any　other　place　in　the　United　States　
of　America。　It　was　from　this　town　and　its　gloomy；　omnipresent　shade　that　
my　mother　escaped　with　me　when　I　was　only　a　few　months　old。　It　was　in　
this　town　that　I'd　been　pelled　to　spend　a　month　every　summer　until　I　
was　fourteen。　That　was　the　year　I　finally　put　my　foot　down；　these　past　
three　summers；　my　dad；　Charlie；　vacationed　with　me　in　California　for　two　
weeks　instead。　

It　was　to　Forks　that　I　now　exiled　myself—　an　action　that　I　took　with　
great　horror。　I　detested　Forks。　

I　loved　Phoenix。　I　loved　the　sun　and　the　blistering　heat。　I　loved　the　
vigorous；　sprawling　city。　

〃Bella；〃　my　mom　said　to　me　—　the　last　of　a　thousand　times　—　before　I　got　
on　the　plane。　〃You　don't　have　to　do　this。〃　

My　mom　looks　like　me；　except　with　short　hair　and　laugh　lines。　I　felt　a　
spasm　of　panic　as　I　stared　at　her　wide；　childlike　eyes。　How　could　I　leave　
my　loving；　erratic；　harebrained　mother　to　fend　for　herself？　Of　course　she　
had　Phil　now；　so　the　bills　would　probably　get　paid；　there　would　be　food　
in　the　refrigerator；　gas　in　her　car；　and　someone　to　call　when　she　got　
lost；　but　still…　

〃I　want　to　go；〃　I　lied。　I'd　always　been　a　bad　liar；　but　I'd　been　saying　
this　lie　so　frequently　lately　that　it　sounded　almost　convincing　now。　

〃Tell　Charlie　I　said　hi。〃　

〃I　will。〃　

〃I'll　see　you　soon；〃　she　insisted。　〃You　can　e　home　whenever　you　want　—　
I'll　e　right　back　as　soon　as　you　need　me。〃　

But　I　could　see　the　sacrifice　in　her　eyes　behind　the　promise。　

〃Don't　worry　about　me；〃　I　urged。　〃It'll　be　great。　I　love　you；　Mom。〃　

She　hugged　me　tightly　for　a　minute；　and　then　I　got　on　the　plane；　and　she　
was　gone。　

It's　a　fourhour　flight　from　Phoenix　to　Seattle；　another　hour　in　a　small　
plane　up　to　Port　Angeles；　and　then　an　hour　drive　back　down　to　Forks。　
Flying　doesn't　bother　me；　the　hour　in　the　car　with　Charlie；　though；　I　was　
a　little　worried　about。　

Charlie　had　really　been　fairly　nice　about　the　whole　thing。　He　seemed　
genuinely　pleased　that　I　was　ing　to　live　with　him　for　the　first　time　
with　any　degree　of　permanence。　He'd　already　gotten　me　registered　for　high　
school　and　was　going　to　help　me　get　a　car。　

But　it　was　sure　to　be　awkward　with　Charlie。　Neither　of　us　was　what　anyone　
would　call　verbose；　and　I　didn't　know　what　there　was　to　say　regardless。　I　
knew　he　was　more　than　a　little　confused　by　my　decision　—　like　my　mother　
before　me；　I　hadn't　made　a　secret　of　my　distaste　for　Forks。　

When　I　landed　in　Port　Angeles；　it　was　raining。　I　didn't　see　it　as　an　omen　
—　just　unavoidable。　I'd　already　said　my　goodbyes　to　the　sun。　

Charlie　was　waiting　for　me　with　the　cruiser。　This　I　was　expecting；　too。　
Charlie　is　Police　Chief　Swan　to　the　good　people　of　Forks。　My　primary　
motivation　behind　buying　a　car；　despite　the　scarcity　of　my　funds；　was　
that　I　refused　to　be　driven　around　town　in　a　car　with　red　and　blue　lights　
on　top。　Nothing　slows　down　traffic　like　a　cop。　

Charlie　gave　me　an　awkward；　onearmed　hug　when　I　stumbled　my　way　off　the　
plane。　

〃It's　good　to　see　you；　Bells；〃　he　said；　smiling　as　he　automatically　
caught　and　steadied　me。　〃You　haven't　changed　much。　How's　Renée？〃　

〃Mom's　fine。　It's　good　to　see　you；　too；　Dad。〃　I　wasn't　allowed　to　call　
him　Charlie　to　his　face。　

I　had　only　a　few　bags。　Most　of　my　Arizona　clothes　were　too　permeable　for　
Washington。　My　mom　and　I　had　pooled　our　resources　to　supplement　my　winter　
wardrobe；　but　it　was　still　scanty。　It　all　fit　easily　into　the　trunk　of　
the　cruiser。　

〃I　found　a　good　car　for　you；　really　cheap；〃　he　announced　when　we　were　
strapped　in。　

〃What　kind　of　car？〃　I　was　suspicious　of　the　way　he　said　〃good　car　for　
you〃　as　opposed　to　just　〃good　car。〃　

〃Well；　it's　a　truck　actually；　a　Chevy。〃　

〃Where　did　you　find　it？〃　

〃Do　you　remember　Billy　Black　down　at　La　Push？〃　La　Push　is　the　tiny　Indian　
reservation　on　the　coast。　

〃No。〃　

〃He　used　to　go　fishing　with　us　during　the　summer；〃　Charlie　prompted。　

That　would　explain　why　I　didn't　remember　him。　I　do　a　good　job　of　blocking　
painful；　unnecessary　things　from　my　memory。　

〃He's　in　a　wheelchair　now；〃　Charlie　continued　when　I　didn't　respond；　〃so　
he　can't　drive　anymore；　and　he　offered　to　sell　me　his　truck　cheap。〃　

〃What　year　is　it？〃　I　could　see　from　his　change　of　expression　that　this　
was　the　question　he　was　hoping　I　wouldn't　ask。　

〃Well；　Billy's　done　a　lot　of　work　on　the　engine　—　it's　only　a　few　years　
old；　really。〃　

I　hoped　he　didn't　think　so　little　of　me　as　to　believe　I　would　give　up　
that　easily。　〃When　did　he　buy　it？〃　

〃He　bought　it　in　1984；　I　think。〃　

〃Did　he　buy　it　new？〃　

〃Well；　no。　I　think　it　was　new　in　the　early　sixties　—　or　late　fifties　at　
the　earliest；〃　he　admitted　sheepishly。　

〃Ch　—　Dad；　I　don't　really　know　anything　about　cars。　I　wouldn't　be　able　to　
fix　it　if　anything　went　wrong；　and　I　couldn't　afford　a　mechanic…〃　

〃Really；　Bella；　the　thing　runs　great。　They　don't　build　them　like　that　
anymore。〃　

The　thing；　I　thought　to　myself…　it　had　possibilities　—　as　a　nickname；　at　
the　very　least。　

〃How　cheap　is　cheap？〃　After　all；　that　was　the　part　I　couldn't　promise　
on。　

〃Well；　honey；　I　kind　of　already　bought　it　for　you。　As　a　homeing　gift。〃　
Charlie　peeked　sideways　at　me　with　a　hopeful　expression。　

Wow。　Free。　

〃You　didn't　need　to　do　that；　Dad。　I　was　going　to　buy　myself　a　car。〃　

〃I　don't　mind。　I　want　you　to　be　happy　here。〃　He　was　looking　ahead　at　the　
road　when　he　said　this。　Charlie　wasn't　fortable　with　expressing　his　
emotions　out　loud。　I　inherited　that　from　him。　So　I　was　looking　straight　
ahead　as　I　responded。　

〃That's　really　nice；　Dad。　Thanks。　I　really　appreciate　it。〃　No　need　to　add　
that　my　being　happy　in　Forks　is　an　impossibility。　He　didn't　need　to　
suffer　along　with　me。　And　I　never　looked　a　free　truck　in　the　mouth　—　or　
engine。　

〃Well；　now；　you're　wele；〃　he　mumbled；　embarrassed　by　my　thanks。　

We　exchanged　a　few　more　ments　on　the　weather；　which　was　wet；　and　that　
was　pretty　much　it　for　Conversation。　We　stared　out　the　windows　in　silence。　

It　was　beautiful；　of　course；　I　couldn't　deny　that。　Everything　was　green：　
the　trees；　their　trunks　covered　with　moss；　their　branches　hanging　with　a　
canopy　of　it；　the　ground　covered　with　ferns。　Even　the　air　filtered　down　
greenly　through　the　leaves。　

It　was　too　green　—　an　alien　pla。　

Eventually　we　made　it　to　Charlie's。　He　still　lived　in　the　small；　
twobedroom　house　that　he'd　bought　with　my　mother　in　the　early　days　of　
their　marriage。　Those　were　the　only　kind　of　days　their　marriage　had　—　the　
early　ones。　There；　parked　on　the　street　in　front　of　the　house　that　never　
changed；　was　my　new　—　well；　new　to　me　—　truck。　It　was　a　faded　red　color；　
with　big；　rounded　fenders　and　a　bulbous　cab。　To　my　intense　surprise；　I　
loved　it。　I　didn't　know　if　it　would　run；　but　I　could　see　myself　in　it。　
Plus；　it　was　one　of　those　solid　iron　affairs　that　never　gets　damaged　—　
the　kind　you　see　at　the　scene　of　an　accident；　paint　unscratched；　
surrounded　by　the　pieces　of　the　foreign　car　it　had　destroyed。　

〃Wow；　Dad；　I　love　it！　Thanks！〃　Now　my　horrific　day　tomorrow　would　be　just　
that　much　less　dreadful。　I　wouldn't　be　faced　with　the　choice　of　either　
walking　two　miles　in　the　rain　to　school　or　accepting　a　ride　in　the　
Chief's　cruiser。　

〃I'm　glad　you　like　it；〃　Charlie　said　gruffly；　embarrassed　again。　

It　took　only　one　trip　to　get　all　my　stuff　upstairs。　I　got　the　west　
bedroom　that　faced　out　over　the　front　yard。　The　room　was　familiar；　it　had　
been　belonged　to　me　since　I　was　born。　The　wooden　floor；　the　light　blue　
walls；　the　peaked　ceiling；　the　yellowed　lace　curtains　around　the　window　—　
these　were　all　a　part　of　my　childhood。　The　only　changes　Charlie　had　ever　
made　were　switching　the　crib　for　a　bed　and　adding　a　desk　as　I　grew。　The　
desk　now　held　a　secondhand　puter；　with　the　phone　line　for　the　modem　
stapled　along　the　floor　to　the　nearest　phone　jack。　This　was　a　stipulation　
from　my　mother；　so　that　we　could　stay　in　touch　easily。　The　rocking　chair　
from　my　baby　days　was　still　in　the　corner。　

There　was　only　one　small　bathroom　at　the　top　of　the　stairs；　which　I　would　
have　to　share　with　Charlie。　I　was　trying　not　to　dwell　too　much　on　that　
fact。　

One　of　the　best　things　about　Charlie　is　he　doesn't　hover。　He　left　me　
alone　to　unpack　and　get　settled；　a　feat　that　would　have　been　altogether　
impossible　for　my　mother。　It　was　nice　to　be　alone；　not　to　have　to　smile　
and　look　pleased；　a　relief　to　stare　dejectedly　out　the　window　at　the　
sheeting　rain　and　let　just　a　few　tears　escape。　I　wasn't　in　the　mood　to　go　
on　a　real　crying　jag。　I　would　save　that　for　bedtime；　when　I　would　have　to　
think　about　the　ing　morning。　

Forks　High　School　had　a　frightening　total　of　only　three　hundred　and　
fiftyseven　—　now　fiftyeight　—　students；　there　were　more　than　seven　
hundred　people　in　my　junior　class　alone　back　home。　All　of　the　kids　here　
had　grown　up　together　—　their　grandparents　had　been　toddlers　together。　

I　would　be　the　new　girl　from　the　big　city；　a　curiosity；　a　freak。　

Maybe；　if　I　looked　like　a　girl　from　Phoenix　should；　I　could　work　this　to　

my　advantage。　But　physically；　I'd　never　fit　in　anywhere。　I　should　be　tan；　
sporty；　blond　—　a　volleyball　player；　or　a　cheerleader；　perhaps　—　all　the　
things　that　go　with　living　in　the　valley　of　the　sun。　

Instead；　I　was　ivoryskinned；　without　even　the　excuse　of　blue　eyes　or　red　
hair；　despite　the　constant　sunshine。　I　had　always　been　slender；　but　soft　
somehow；　obviously　not　an　athlete；　I　didn't　have　the　necessary　handeye　
coordination　to　play　sports　without　humiliating　myself　—　and　harming　both　
myself　and　anyone　else　who　stood　too　close。　

When　I　finished　putting　my　clothes　in　the　old　pine　dresser；　I　took　my　bag　
of　bathroom　necessities　and　went　to　the　munal　bathroom　to　clean　myself　
up　after　the　day　of　travel。　I　looked　at　my　face　in　the　mirror　as　I　
brushed　through　my　tangled；　damp　hair。　Maybe　it　was　the　light；　but　
already　I　looked　sallower；　unhealthy。　My　skin　could　be　pretty　—　it　was　
very　clear；　almost　translucentlooking　—　but　it　all　depended　on　color。　I　
had　no　color　here。　

Facing　my　pallid　reflection　in　the　mirror；　I　was　forced　to　admit　that　I　
was　lying　to　myself。　It　wasn't　just　physically　that　I'd　never　fit　in。　And　
if　I　couldn't　find　a　niche　in　a　school　with　three　thousand　people；　what　
were　my　chances　here？　

I　didn't　relate　well　to　people　my　age。　Maybe　the　truth　was　that　I　didn't　
relate　well　to　people；　period。　Even　my　mother；　who　I　was　closer　to　than　
anyone　else　on　the　pla；　was　never　in　harmony　with　me；　never　on　exactly　
the　same　page。　Sometimes　I　wondered　if　I