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  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
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  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　eighteen…year…old　Bella　to　bear；　but　she　finds　solace　in　her　friend　Jacob　until　he　is
  drawn　into　a　cult　and　changes　in　terrible　ways
  ISBN…13　978…0　316…16019…3
  ISBN…100…316…16019…9
  ＇1　Vampires—Fiction　2　Werewolves—Fiction　3　High　schools—Fiction　4　Schools—Fiction　5　Washington
  （State）—Fiction　＇　1　Title
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  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　outcome　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。　Uncomprehending；　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　again。　Just　a　dream…　but　also　my　worst　nightmare。
  I　skipped　breakfast；　in　a　hurry　to　get　out　of　the　house　as　quickly　as　po