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Strength　and　hate　and　heat—red　heat　washing　through　my　head；　burning　but　erasing　nothing。　The　images　
in　my　head　were　fuel；　building　up　the　inferno　but　refusing　to　be　consumed。　I　felt　the　tremors　rock　me　from　
head　to　toe；　and　I　did　not　try　to　stop　them。　

Rosalie　was　totally　absorbed　in　the　creature；　paying　no　attention　to　me　at　all。　She　wouldn't　be　quick　
enough　to　stop　me；　distracted　as　she　was。　

Sam　had　been　right。　The　thing　was　an　aberration—its　existence　went　against　nature。　A　black；　soulless　
demon。　Something　that　had　no　right　to　be。　

Something　that　had　to　be　destroyed。　

It　seemed　like　the　pull　had　not　been　leading　to　the　door　after　all。　I　could　feel　it　now；　encouraging　me；　
tugging　me　forward。　Pushing　me　to　finish　this；　to　cleanse　the　world　of　this　abomination。　

Rosalie　would　try　to　kill　me　when　the　creature　was　dead；　and　I　would　fight　back。　I　wasn't　sure　if　I　would　
have　time　to　finish　her　before　the　others　came　to　help。　Maybe；　maybe　not。　I　didn't　much　care　either　way。　

I　didn't　care　if　the　wolves；　either　set；　avenged　me　or　called　the　Cullens'　justice　fair。　None　of　that　
mattered。　All　I　cared　about　was　my　own　justice。　My　revenge。　The　thing　that　had　killed　Bella　would　not　
live　another　minute　longer。　

If　Bella'd　survived；　she　would　have　hated　me　for　this。　She　would　have　wanted　to　kill　me　personally。　

But　I　didn't　care。　She　didn't　care　what　she　had　done　to　me—letting　herself　be　slaughtered　like　an　animal。　
Why　should　I　take　her　feelings　into　account？　

And　then　there　was　Edward。　He　must　be　too　busy　now—too　far　gone　in　his　insane　denial；　trying　to　
reanimate　a　corpse—to　listen　to　my　plans。　

So　I　wouldn't　get　the　chance　to　keep　my　promise　to　him；　unless—and　it　was　not　a　wager　I'd　put　money　
on—I　managed　to　win　the　fight　against　Rosalie；　Jasper；　and　Alice；　three　on　one。　But　even　if　I　did　win；　I　
didn't　think　I　had　it　in　me　to　kill　Edward。　

Because　I　didn't　have　enough　passion　for　that。　Why　should　I　let　him　get　away　from　what　he'd　done？　
Wouldn't　it　be　more　fair—more　satisfying—to　let　him　live　with　nothing；　nothing　at　all？　

It　made　me　almost　smile；　as　filled　with　hate　as　I　was；　to　imagine　it。　No　Bella。　No　killer　spawn。　And　also　
missing　as　many　members　of　his　family　as　I　was　able　to　take　down。　Of　course；　he　could　probably　put　
those　back　together；　since　i　wouldn't　be　around　to　burn　them。　Unlike　Bella；　who　would　never　be　whole　
again。　

I　wondered　if　the　creature　could　be　put　back　together。　I　doubted　it。　It　was　part　Bella；　too—so　it　must　
have　inherited　some　of　her　vulnerability。　I　could　hear　that　in　the　tiny；　thrumming　beat　of　its　heart。　

Its　heart　was　beating。　Hers　wasn't。　

Only　a　second　had　passed　as　I　made　these　easy　decisions。　

The　trembling　was　getting　tighter　and　faster。　I　coiled　myself；　preparing　to　spring　at　the　blond　vampire　and　



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rip　the　murderous　thing　from　her　arms　with　my　teeth。　

Rosalie　cooed　at　the　creature　again；　setting　the　empty　metal　bottlething　aside　and　lifting　the　creature　into　
the　air　to　nuzzle　her　face　against　its　cheek。　

Perfect。　The　new　position　was　perfect　for　my　strike。　I　leaned　forward　and　felt　the　heat　begin　to　change　
me　while　the　pull　toward　the　killer　grew—it　was　stronger　than　I'd　ever　felt　it　before；　so　strong　it　reminded　
me　of　an　Alpha's　mand；　like　it　would　crush　me　if　I　didn't　obey。　

This　time　I　wanted　to　obey。　

The　murderer　stared　past　Rosalie's　shoulder　at　me；　its　gaze　more　focused　than　any　newborn　creature's　
gaze　should　be。　

Warm　brown　eyes；　the　color　of　milk　chocolate—the　exact　same　color　that　Bella's　had　been。　

My　shaking　jerked　to　a　stop；　heat　flooded　through　me；　stronger　than　before；　but　it　was　a　new　kind　of　
heat—not　a　burning。　

It　was　a　glowing。　

Everything　inside　me　came　undone　as　I　stared　at　the　tiny　porcelain　face　of　the　halfvampire；　halfhuman　
baby。　All　the　lines　that　held　me　to　my　life　were　sliced　apart　in　swift　cuts；　like　clipping　the　strings　to　a　
bunch　of　balloons。　Everything　that　made　me　who　I　was—my　love　for　the　dead　girl　upstairs；　my　love　for　
my　father；　my　loyalty　to　my　new　pack；　the　love　for　my　other　brothers；　my　hatred　for　my　enemies；　my　
home；　my　name；　my　sef—disconnected　from　me　in　that　second—　snip；　snip；　snip—and　floated　up　into　
space。　

I　was　not　left　drifting。　A　new　string　held　me　where　I　was。　

Not　one　string；　but　a　million。　Not　strings；　but　steel　cables。　A　million　steel　cables　all　tying　me　to　one　thing　
—to　the　very　center　of　the　universe。　

I　could　see　that　now—how　the　universe　swirled　around　this　one　point。　I'd　never　seen　the　symmetry　of　
the　universe　before；　but　now　it　was　plain。　

The　gravity　of　the　earth　no　longer　tied　me　to　the　place　where　I　stood。　

It　was　the　baby　girl　in　the　blond　vampire's　arms　that　held　me　here　now。　

Renesmee。　

From　upstairs；　there　was　a　new　sound。　The　only　sound　that　could　touch　me　in　this　endless　instant。　A　
frantic　pounding；　a　racing　beat。。。　

A　changing　heart。　

BOOK　THREE　

bella　




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CONTENTS　

PREFACE　

19。　BURNING　

20。　NEW　

21。FIRST　HUNT　

22。　PROMISED　

23。　MEMORIES　

24。　SURPRISE　

25。　FAVOR　

26。　SHINY　

27。　TRAVEL　PLANS　

28。　THE　FUTURE　

29。　DEFECTION　

30。　IRRESISTIBLE　

31。　TALENTED　

32。　PANY　

33。　FORGERY　

34。　DECLARED　

35。　DEADLINE　

36。　BLOODLUST　

37。　CONTRIVANCES　

38。　POWER　

39。　THE　HAPPILY　EVER　AFTER　

Personal　affection　is　a　luxury　you　can　have　only　after　all　your　enemies　are　eliminated。　Until　then；　
everyone　you　love　is　

a　hostage；　sapping　your　courage　and　corrupting　your　judgment　




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Orson　Scott　Card　Empire　

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　
bonecolored　claws。　They　drifted　apart；　angling　to　e　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　wanfed　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。　

19。　BURNING　

The　pain　was　bewildering。　

Exactly　that—I　was　bewildered。　I　couldn't　understand；　couldn't　make　sense　of　what　was　happening。　

My　body　tried　to　reject　the　pain；　and　I　was　sucked　again　and　again　into　a　blackness　that　cut　out　whole　
seconds　or　maybe　even　minutes　of　the　agony；　making　it　that　much　harder　to　keep　up　with　reality。　

I　tried　to　separate　them。　

Nonreality　was　black；　and　it　didn't　hurt　so　much。　

Reality　was　red；　and　it　felt　like　I　was　being　sawed　in　half；　hit　by　a　bus；　punched　by　a　prize　fighter；　
trampled　by　bulls；　and　submerged　in　acid；　all　at　the　same　time。　

Reality　was　feeling　my　body　twist　and　flip　when　I　couldn't　possibly　move　because　of　the　pain。　

Reality　was　knowing　there　was　something　so　much　more　important　than　all　this　torture；　and　not　being　
able　to　remember　what　it　was。　

Reality　had　e　on　so　fast。　

One　moment；　everything　was　as　it　should　have　been。　Surrounded　by　people　I　loved。　Smiles。　Somehow；　
unlikely　as　it　was；　it　seemed　like　I　was　about　to　get　everything　I'd　been　fighting　for。　

And　then　one　tiny；　inconsequential　thing　had　gone　wrong。　

I'd　watched　as　my　cup　tilted；　dark　blood　spilling　out　and　staining　the　perfect　white；　and　I'd　lurched　
toward　the　accident　reflexively。　I'd　seen　the　other；　faster　hands；　but　my　body　had　continued　to　reach；　to　
stretch___　

Inside　me；　something　had　yanked　the　opposite　direction。　



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Ripping。　Breaking。　Agony。　

The　darkness　had　taken　over；　and　then　washed　away　to　a　wave　of　torture。　I　couldn't　breathe—I　had　
drowned　once　before；　and　this　was　different；　it　was　too　hot　in　my　throat。　

Pieces　of　me　shattering；　snapping；　slicing　apart___　

More　blackness。　

Voices；　this　time；　shouting；　as　the　pain　came　back。　

'The　placenta　must　have　detached！〃　

Something　sharper　than　knives　ripped　through　me—the　words；　making　sense　in　spite　of　the　other　
tortures。　Detached　placenta　—I　knew　what　that　meant。　It　meant　that　my　baby　was　dying　inside　me。　

〃Get　him　out！〃　I　screamed　to　Edward。　Why　hadn't　he　done　it　yet？　〃He　can't　breathe！　Do　it　now！〃　

〃The　morphine—〃　

He　wanted　to　wait；　to　give　me　painkillers；　while　our　baby　was　dying？！　

〃No！　Now—；〃　I　choked；　unable　to　finish。　

Black　spots　covered　the　light　in　the　room　as　a　cold　point　of　new　pain　stabbed　icily　into　my　stomach。　It　
felt　wrong—I　struggled　automatically　to　protect　my　womb；　my　baby；　my　little　Edward　Jacob；　but　I　was　
weak。　My　lungs　ached；　oxygen　burned　away。　

The　pain　faded　away　again；　though　I　clung　to　it　now。　My　baby；　my　baby；　dying___　

How　long　had　passed？　Seconds　or　minutes？　The　pain　was　gone。　Numb。　I　couldn't　feel。　I　still　couldn't　
see；　either；　but　I　could　hear。　There　was　air　in　my　lungs　again；　scraping　in　rough　bubbles　up　and　down　my　
throat。　

〃You　stay　with　me　now；　Bella！　Do　you　hear　me？　Stay！　You're　not　leaving　me。　Keep　your　heart　beating！〃　

Jacob？　Jacob；　still　here；　still　trying　to　save　me。　

Of　course；I　wanted　to　tell　him。　Of　course　I　would　keep　my　heart　beating。　Hadn't　I　promised　them　both？　

I　tried　to　feel　my　heart；　to　find　it；　but　I　was　so　lost　inside　my　own　body。　I　couldn't　feel　the　things　I　should；　
and　nothing　felt　in　the　right　place。　I　blinked　and　I　found　my　eyes。　I　could　see　the　light。　Not　what　I　was　
looking　for；　but　better　than　nothing。　

As　my　eyes　struggled　to　adjust；　Edward　whispered；　〃Renesmee。〃　

Renesmee？　

Not　the　pale