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New Moon
By
Stephenie Meyer
Contents
PREFACE
1. PARTY
2 STITCHES
3. THE END
OCTOBER
NOVEMBER
DECEMBER
JANUARY
4. WAKING UP
5. CHEATER
6. FRIENDS
7. REPETITION
8. ADRENALINE
9. THIRD WHEEL
10. THE MEADOW
11. CULT
12. INTRUDER
13. KILLER
14. FAMILY
15. PRESSURE
16. PARIS
17. VISITOR
18. THE FUNERAL
19. HATE
20. VOLTERRA
21. VERDICT
22. FLIGHT
23. THE TRUTH
24. VOTE
EPILOGUE TREATY
new moon
Text copyright 2006 by Stephenie Meyer
All rights reserved
Little, Brown ard Company
Hachette Book Group USA
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First Edition September 2006
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
Meyer, Stephenie, 1973—New Moon a novel / b) Stepheme Meyer—1st ed p cm
Summary When the Cullens, including her beloved Edward, leave Forks rather than risk revealing that they are
vampires, it is almost too much for eighteen-year-old Bella to bear, but she finds solace in her friend Jacob until he is
drawn into a cult and changes in terrible ways
ISBN-13 978-0 316-16019-3
ISBN-100-316-16019-9
[1 Vampires—Fiction 2 Werewolves—Fiction 3 High schools—Fiction 4 Schools—Fiction 5 Washington
—Fiction ] 1 Title
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Printed in the United States of America
For my dad, Stephen Morgan—
No one has ever been given more loving and unconditional
support than I have been given by you.
I love you, too.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as
they kiss, consume.
Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI
PREFACE
I FELT LIKE I WAS TRAPPED IN ONE OF THOSE TERRIFYING nightmares, the one where you
have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to
move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge clock
tower didn't slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably toward the end—the end of
everything.
But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life; I was racing to save
something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.
Alice had said there was a good chance we would both die here. Perhaps the outcome would be
different if she weren't trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded
square.
And I couldn't run fast enough.
So it didn't matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the
clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late—and
I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.
The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky.
1. PARTY
I WAS NINETY-NINE POINT NINE PERCENT SURE I WAS dreaming.
The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight—the kind of
blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington—and second, I
was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence
toward the dream theory.
Gran hadn't changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and
withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot,
but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it.
Our mouths—hers a wizened picker—spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time.
Apparently, she hadn't been expecting to see me, either.
I was about to ask her a question; I had so many—What was she doing here in my cream? What had
she been up to in the past six years? Was Pop okay, and had they found each other, wherever they
were?—but she opened her mouth when I did, so I stopped to let her go first. She paused, too, and then
we Goth smiled at the little awkwardness.
"Bella!"
It wasn't Gran who called my name, and we both turned to see the addition to our small reunion. I didn't
have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere—know, and respond to,
whether I was awake or asleep… or even dead, I'd bet. The voice I'd walk through fire for—or, less
dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.
Edward.
Even though I was always thrilled to see him—conscious or otherwise—and even though I was almost
positive that I was dreaming, I panicked as Edward walked toward us through the glaring sunlight.
I panicked because Gran didn't know that I was in love with a vampire—nobody knew that—so how
was I supposed to explain the fact that the brilliant sunbeams were shattering off his skin into a thousand
rainbow shards like he was made of crystal or diamond?
Well, Gran, yon might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It's just something he does in the
sun. Don't worry about it…
What was he doing? The whole reason he lived in Forks, the rainiest place in the world, was so that he
could be outside in the daytime without exposing his family's secret. Yet here he was, strolling gracefully
toward me—with the most beautiful smile on his angel's face—as if I were the only one here.
In that second, I wished that I was not the one exception to his mysterious talent; I usually felt grateful
that I was the only person whose thoughts he couldn't hear just as clearly as if they were spoken aloud.
But now I wished he could hear me, too, so that he could hear the warning I was screaming in my head.
I shot a panicked glance back at Gran, and saw that it was too late. She was just turning to stare back at
me, her eyes as alarmed as mine.
Edward—still smiling so beautifully that my heart felt like it was going to swell up and burst through my
chest—put his arm around my shoulder and turned to face my grandmother.
Gran's expression surprised me. Instead of looking horrified, she was staring at me sheepishly, as if