Waiting for streetcar, Spadina and Front

Asian woman, early 30s, with long black hair, wearing pink top, black jeans, and black flip flops. She adjusts her posture, taking a sharp breath, and wincing.

Breaking Dawn, Stephenie Meyer (Little Brown and Company)

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I watched Edward’s face go absolutely white as he read what Sam was thinking. Sam ignored him, looking straight at Carlisle as he stopped walking and began to speak.

“Right after midnight, Alice and Jasper came to this place and asked permission to cross our land to the ocean. I granted them that and escorted them to the coast myself. They went immediately into the water and did not return. As we journeyed, Alice told me it was of the utmost importance that I say nothing to Jacob about seeing her until I spoke to you. I was to wait here for you to come looking for her and then give you this note. She told me to obey her as if all our lives depended on it.”

Eternal life without pain. Hers had worsened in recent months. She knew she should see someone. Before vampires, she’d believed in something else. She’d pictured loved ones looking down, saddened that she hadn’t chosen, her existence tied too tightly to consciousness. But these creatures, just like her, only faster, more limber, full of endless sensation . . . that would be a supreme sacrifice she’d be willing to embrace if it meant she could breathe without aching.