New Moon
Chapter One
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 pucker-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
dream? 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 w ... read full excerpt from New Moon ebook
