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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 outcome 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 grade if 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 complicated 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 too…big 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 crossed…out 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 de…clump 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
“unwelcome” 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 commitment。 。 。 。 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 ever…rainy 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 sit…down 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 o