Welcome to book two. For a change of pace, we get to experience this from the point of view of Jacob.
Life sucks, and then you die.
Yeah, I should be so lucky.
—Breaking Dawn Book Two Prologue
I’m not getting my hopes up that this is a departure from the standard theme.
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I can feel you out there, quietly loathing me; the clickings and scrapings of weapons being assembled, and the singing of a knife being sharpened.
Thank you. You can’t possibly know how much it means to me that you wish to put me out your misery; but I must continue to cling to life. I must finish this.
It’s become a holy quest – a crusade, if you will. I don’t know what I’ll find when I reach my destination. Perhaps a sense of accomplishment, and an incredibly high [for me] page count.
Now, if you’ll hold still a moment and permit me to tie this rope around you, I’ll hitch you to this truck and we’ll continue our trip into hell.
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You there. Don’t move. I mean it. You will suffer through this one, too. And the one after this.
Why? Because I’m a bitch, and I want you to suffer.
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