Taylor

This is from Stephenie Meyers blog. In it she talks about finishing the rough draft of Breaking Dawn (yay!) and about how many pages it is.

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Happy holidays, everybody! I hope toi are happy, healthy, surrounded par loved ones, warm, and done with your shopping. I'd l’amour to run around giving all of toi Porsches this year, but, since I can't, my gift to toi is a peek at the Japanese illustrations from Eclipse, which are in my photos in a brand new folder. Enjoy!

My gift to myself is the best one I could have possibly donné me! December 22nd, at around 1:20 a.m., I finally finished the rough draft...

(Notes: This section is self-gratification at its very worst. I was just having a blast being all pink-ribbons-and-bows girly with the prom thing. Enter at your own risk.)

Extended Prom Remix

"When are toi going to tell me what's going on, Alice?"
"You'll see, be patient," she ordered, grinning deviously.
We were in my truck, but she was driving. Three plus weeks and I'd be out of the walking cast, and then I was going to very firmly put my good foot down about the chauffeuring business. I liked driving.
It was late May, and somehow the land around Forks was finding ways to be even plus green...

Breaking News

A PANDEMIC HAS BROKEN OUT
Twilight Fever!

The original virus was appears to have originated from a populaire series of livres called “The Twilight Series”. Carriers of the virus have been passing on their l’amour of the livres but on hearing of the forthcoming movie adaptation the strain has reached epic global proportions.

Sufferers can quickly be identified by
·    A glazed look in their eyes
·    An inability to control their cœur, coeur beat
·    A twilight book close at hand
·    Quietly mumbling citations to...

chapter one


As I lay par the sea, the wind whispering in my ears, a smell of sea salt wafting through my nose. I thought to myself, "Does he truly l’amour me?" I wandered along the shore, the sun peaking out over the horizon. "No one has ever loved me before." I murmured, picking up a shell, intricately designed with its curves and angles. I knew one thing and one thing only, I was deeply in l’amour with Eric. Eric with his mysterious disapearences, broad shoulders, warm, pale skin, and calm brown eyes. No one had ever made me feel this way. Ever since I saw him at the Windsors' party and danced the...