new moon(暮光之城-新月英文版)-第1章

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『内容简介：
爱德华深深迷上贝拉，也喜欢上了她身上独特的香味。无奈欢乐时光总是短暂的，在她十八岁生日派对上，贝拉不慎割伤了胳膊，流淌的鲜血勾起了爱德华家人嗜血的本性。为了保护自己心爱的人，爱德华和他的家族离开了福克斯小镇。
爱德华走后，贝拉的世界彻底坍塌了，她开始尝试各种冒险的行径，因为她发现，只要她一做危险的事情，爱德华的声音就会出现在她的脑海里。贝拉自虐式的疯狂举动并没有让爱德华回心转意，这时，年少不羁的雅各布出现在她苍白的世界里，他虽知贝拉心中另有他人，还是深情地陪伴、保护着她。一个是坚如磐石的冰冷异类，一个是热情似火的炙热狼人，贝拉将如何抉择爱德华误认为贝拉已跳海身亡，承受不了如此突如其来的巨大打击，他决定将一切作一个了断。暮色渐渐隐退，等待他们的是天边昭示着最漆黑的夜的一弯新月，贝拉和爱德华会坠入这万劫不复的黑暗世界吗？他们能够在生命终点前抢回比自己还珍贵的对方，一起拯救这世间最令人心动的爱情吗？
领略斩不断、理还乱的生死奇缘，《新月》将读者带进比普通青春类小说更加神奇多元的世界，读者与其说是陪伴贝拉度过了她人生中第一段最黑暗的时期，不如说是借助梅尔的妙笔在魔幻世界里经历了一次现实生活中不可能存在的爱情体验。爱德华的挣扎、贝拉对爱情的诉求以及雅各布对真爱的渴望三种张力贯穿小说始终，很好地诠释了爱情永恒的主题。梅尔以她独特的笔法和天才的能力掌控着读者的心跳，多情的读者难免和贝拉一起，或是凝神屏息，或是潸然泪下。』
　


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章节内容开始…
　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　
oute　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　
waiting　for　a　scolding。　And　she　was　standing　in　such　a　strange　position—one　
arm　held　awkwardly　away　
from　her　body；　stretched　out　and　then　curled　around　the　air。　Like　she　had　her　
arm　around　someone　I　
couldn't　see；　someone　invisible　
Only　then；　as　I　looked　at　the　bigger　picture；　did　I　notice　the　huge　gilt　frame　
that　enclosed　my　
grandmother's　form。　Unprehending；　I　raised　the　hand　that　wasn't　wrapped　
around　Edward's　waist　
and　reached　out　to　touch　her。　She　mimicked　the　movement　exactly；　mirrored　it。　
But　where　our　fingers　
should　have　met；　there　was　nothing　but　cold　glass　
With　a　dizzying　jolt；　my　dream　abruptly　became　a　nightmare。　
There　was　no　Gran。　
That　was　me。　Me　in　a　mirror。　Me—ancient；　creased；　and　withered。　
Edward　stood　beside　me；　casting　no　reflection；　excruciatingly　lovely　and　
forever　seventeen。　
He　pressed　his　icy；　perfect　lips　against　my　wasted　cheek。　
〃Happy　birthday；〃　he　whispered。　
I　woke　with　a　start—my　eyelids　popping　open　wide—and　gasped。　Dull　gray　
light；　the　familiar　light　of　an　
overcast　morning；　took　the　place　of　the　blinding　sun　in　my　dream。　
Just　a　dream；　I　told　myself。　It　was　only　a　dream。　I　took　a　deep　breath；　and　
then　jumped　again　when　
my　alarm　went　off。　The　little　calendar　in　the　corner　of　the　clock's　display　
informed　me　that　today　was　
September　thirteenth。　
Only　a　dream；　but　prophetic　enough　in　one　way；　at　least。　Today　was　my　
birthday。　I　was　officially　
eighteen　years　old。　
I'd　been　dreading　this　day　for　months。　
All　through　the　perfect　summer—the　happiest　summer　I　had　ever　had；　the　
happiest　summer　anyone　
anywhere　had　ever　had；　and　the　rainiest　summer　in　the　history　of　the　Olympic　
Peninsula—this　bleak　date　
had　lurked　in　ambush；　waiting　to　spring。　
And　now　that　it　had　hit；　it　was　even　worse　than　I'd　feared　it　would　be。　I　
could　feel　it—I　was　older。　Every　
day　I　got　older；　but　this　was　different；　worse；　quantifiable。　I　was　eighteen。　
And　Edward　never　would　be。　
When　I　went　to　brush　my　teeth；　I　was　almost　surprised　that　the　face　in　the　
mirror　hadn't　changed。　I　stared　
at　myself；　looking　for　some　sign　of　impending　wrinkles　in　my　ivory　skin。　The　
only　creases　were　the　ones　
on　my　forehead；　though；　and　I　knew　that　if　I　could　manage　to　relax；　they　would　
disappear。　I　couldn't。　My　
eyebrows　stayed　lodged　in　a　worried　line　over　my　anxious　brown　eyes。　
It　was　just　a　dream；　I　reminded　myself　aga