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I　kept　pumping　her　heart；　counting；　while　he　worked　manically　over　her；　trying　to　put　her　back　together。　
All　the　king's　horses　and　all　the　king's　men。。。　

But　there　was　nothing　there；　just　me；　just　him。　

Working　over　a　corpse。　

Because　that's　all　that　was　left　of　the　girl　we　both　loved。　This　broken；　bledout；　mangled　corpse。　We　
couldn't　put　Bella　together　again。　

I　knew　it　was　too　late。　I　knew　she　was　dead。　I　knew　it　for　sure　because　the　pull　was　gone。　I　didn't　feel　
any　reason　to　be　here　beside　her。　She　wasn't　here　anymore。　So　this　body　had　no　more　draw　for　me。　The　
senseless　need　to　be　near　her　had　vanished。　

Or　maybe　moved　was　the　better　word。　It　seemed　like　I　felt　the　pull　from　the　opposite　direction　now。　
From　down　the　stairs；　out　the　door。　The　longing　to　get　away　from　here　and　never；　ever　e　back。　

〃Go；　then；〃　he　snapped；　and　he　hit　my　hands　out　of　the　way　again；　taking　my　place　this　time。　Three　
fingers　broken；　it　felt　like。　

I　straightened　them　numbly；　not　minding　the　throb　of　pain。　

He　pushed　her　dead　heart　faster　than　I　had。　

〃She's　not　dead；〃　he　growled。　〃She's　going　to　be　fine。〃　

I　wasn't　sure　he　was　talking　to　me　anymore。　

Turning　away；　leaving　him　with　his　dead；　I　walked　slowly　to　the　door。　So　slowly。　I　couldn't　make　my　
feet　move　faster。　

This　was　it；　then。　The　ocean　of　pain。　The　other　shore　so　far　away　across　the　boiling　water　that　I　couldn't　
imagine　it；　much　less　see　it。　

I　felt　empty　again；　now　that　I'd　lost　my　purpose。　Saving　Bella　had　been　my　fight　for　so　long　now。　And　
she　wouldn't　be　saved。　She'd　willingly　sacrificed　herself　to　be　torn　apart　by　that　monster's　young；　and　so　
the　fight　was　lost。　It　was　all　over。　




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I　shuddered　at　the　sound　ing　from　behind　me　as　I　plodded　down　the　stairs—the　sound　of　a　dead　
heart　being　forced　to　thud。　

I　wanted　to　somehow　pour　bleach　inside　my　head　and　let　it　fry　my　brain。　To　burn　away　the　images　left　
from　Bella's　final　minutes。　I'd　take　the　brain　damage　if　I　could　get　rid　of　that—the　screaming；　the　
bleeding；　the　unbearable　crunching　and　snapping　as　the　newborn　monster　tore　through　her　from　the　inside　
out___　

I　wanted　to　sprint　away；　to　take　the　stairs　ten　at　a　time　and　race　out　the　door；　but　my　feet　were　heavy　as　
iron　and　my　body　was　more　tired　than　it　had　ever　been　before。　I　shuffled　down　the　stairs　like　a　crippled　
old　man。　

I　rested　at　the　bottom　step；　gathering　my　strength　to　get　out　the　door。　

Rosalie　was　on　the　clean　end　of　the　white　sofa；　her　back　to　me；　cooing　and　murmuring　to　the　
blanketwrapped　thing　in　her　arms。　She　must　have　heard　me　pause；　but　she　ignored　me；　caught　up　in　her　
moment　of　stolen　

Rjesavate　i》itanje　brqj　10　odiikiiiio　11　

Koje　od　dole　navednih　tvrdnji　su　tae。　

1。　Neke　od　Windows　XP　aplikacija　koriste　samo　jedan　jedini　proces　u　toku　svog　izvrsavanja　

2。　Neke　od　Windows　XP　aplikacija　koriste　vise　procesa　u　toku　svog　izvrsavanja　

3。　Za　svaki　proces　Windows　Task　Manager　nudi　sljedece　opcije：　Mem　Usage；　CPU；　Image　Name；　
User　Name；　Password　

4。　Sve　od　gore　navedenih　su　tae　

5。　Niti　jedna　od　gore　navedenih　je　taa　

6。　Ma　ovo　ni　Bill　Gates　nezna！　

　　Ponisti　odgovor　

Idi　na　pitanje　broj：　10　｜_^J　

motherhood。　Maybe　she　would　be　happy　now。　Rosalie　had　what　she　wanted；　and　Bella　would　never　
e　to　take　the　creature　from　her。　I　wondered　if　that's　what　the　poisonous　blonde　had　been　hoping　for　
all　along。　

She　held　something　dark　in　her　hands；　and　there　was　a　greedy　sucking　sound　ing　from　the　tiny　
murderer　she　held。　

The　scent　of　blood　in　the　air。　Human　blood。　Rosalie　was　feeding　it。　Of　course　it　would　want　blood。　
What　else　would　you　feed　the　kind　of　monster　that　would　brutally　mutilate　its　own　mother？　It　might　as　
well　have　been　drinking　Bella's　blood。　Maybe　it　was。　

My　strength　came　back　to　me　as　I　listened　to　the　sound　of　the　little　executioner　feeding。　



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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