New Moon By Stephenie Meyer Contents PREFACE 1。 PARTY 2 STITCHES 3。 THE END OCTOBER NOVEMBER DECEMBER JANUARY 4。 WAKING UP 5。 CHEATER 6。 FRIENDS 7。 REPETITION 8。 ADRENALINE 9。 THIRD WHEEL 10。 THE MEADOW 11。 CULT 12。 INTRUDER 13。 KILLER 14。 FAMILY 15。 PRESSURE 16。 PARIS 17。 VISITOR 18。 THE FUNERAL 19。 HATE 20。 VOLTERRA 21。 VERDICT 22。 FLIGHT 23。 THE TRUTH 24。 VOTE EPILOGUE TREATY new moon Text copyright 2006 by Stephenie Meyer All rights reserved Little； Brown ard pany Hachette Book Group USA 1271 Avenue of the Americas； New York； NY 10020 Visit our Web site at 。lbteens First Edition September 2006 The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious。 Any similarity to real persons； living or dead； is coincidental and not intended by the author Meyer； Stephenie； 1973—New Moon a novel b） Stepheme Meyer—1st ed p cm Summary When the Cullens； including her beloved Edward； leave Forks rather than risk revealing that they are vampires； it is almost too much for eighteenyearold Bella to bear； but she finds solace in her friend Jacob until he is drawn into a cult and changes in terrible ways ISBN13 9780 316160193 ISBN100316160199 ＇1 Vampires—Fiction 2 Werewolves—Fiction 3 High schools—Fiction 4 Schools—Fiction 5 Washington （State）—Fiction ＇ 1 Title PZ7 M57188New2006 ＇Fic＇—dc22 2006012309 1098 7 6 5 43 2 1 QFF Printed in the United States of America For my dad； Stephen Morgan— No one has ever been given more loving and unconditional support than I have been given by you。 I love you； too。 These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die； like fire and powder； Which； as they kiss； consume。 Romeo and Juliet； Act II； Scene VI 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 NIYNINE 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 halfsmile 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 fel