Shauna Kruse

"They're coming for us," Alice and Edward whispered together, perfectly synchronized. "All of them." Silence. For once, I was the quickest to understand--because something in their words triggered my own vision. It was only the distant memory of a dream--faint, transparent, indistinct as if I were peering through thick gauze....In my head, I saw a line of black advancing on me, the ghost of my half-forgotten human nightmare. I could not see the glint of their ruby eyes in the shrouded image, or the shine of their sharp wet teeth, but I knew where the gleam should be.... Stronger than the memory of the sight came the memory of the feel--the wrenching need to protect the precious thing behind me. I wanted to snatch Renesmee up into my arms, to hide here behind my skin and hair, to make her invisible. But I couldn't even turn to look at her. I felt not like stone but ice. For the first time since I'd been reborn a vampire, I felt cold. ~~ Stephenie Meyer GOOGLE HER