In the Olympic Peninsula of norhtwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. It was from this town and its gloomy, omnipresent shade that my mother escaped with me when i was only a few months old. I loved Phoenix. I loved the sun.

About three things I was absolutely positive First, Edward was a vampire Second, there was a part of him- and I didn't know how potent that part might be- that thirsted for my blood And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him I'D NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT TO HOW I WOULD die - though I'd had reason enough in the last few months- but even if I had , I would.