That doesn’t sound right. Aren’t both brakes kind of important?
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.182
I tried to tell myself that the fear was pointless. I’d already lived through the worst thing possible. In comparison with that, why should anything frighten me now? I should be able to look death in the face and laugh.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.182
If I move my foot, I will fall over.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.183
Hesitantly, I twisted the right handle. Though the movement was tiny, the bike snarled beneath me. It sounded angry and hungry now.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.183
The voice in my head growled against the roar of the motorcycle.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.186
This had to be it, the recipe for a hallucination—adrenaline plus clanger plus stupidity. Something close to that, anyway.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.187
Why are you apologizing for bleeding?
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.188
He looked athletic and professional as he leaned over the handlebars, head low, face forward, his shiny hair whipping against the russet skin of his back. My eyes narrowed enviously. I was sure I hadn’t looked like that on my motorcycle.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.189
Bella, I think you need stitches. I’m not going to let you bleed to death
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.189
I’m an easy bleeder. It’s not nearly as dire as it looks.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.190
Racing down the road like that had been amazing. The feel of the wind in my face, the speed and the freedom… it reminded me of a past life, flying through the thick forest without a road, piggyback while he ran—I stopped thinking right there, letting the memory break off in the sudden agony.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.190
Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.192
Charlie seemed to buy my story about falling in Jacob’s garage. After all, it wasn’t like I hadn’t been able to land myself in the ER before with no more help than my own feet.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.192
The hole came back, the way it always did when I was away from Jacob, but it didn’t throb so badly around the edges.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.193
As always, Jacob was game for anything I wanted. No matter how strange it was.
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.196
I would have figured you for a trail kind of girl.
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.197
Normal memories were still dangerous. If I let myself slip up, I’d end up with my arms clutching my chest to hold it together, gasping for air, and how would I explain that to Jacob?
Bella Swan, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.198
Bears don’t want to eat people. We don’t taste that good. Of course, you might be an exception. I bet you’d taste good.
Jacob Black, New Moon, Chapter 8, p.200
