ALLYA KOESOEMA ("ALIZARIN")
BELLA x EDWARD--TWILIGHT
LEEN ISABEL ("LENITY")
HOW TO SAVE A LIFE (CARLISLE)
ANGELINA CARILLO ("SHIRE22")
ESME CULLEN
SAYEH GORJIFARD ("LAMPOONA")
ROSALIE
VALERIA BOGADO ("PALNK")
BRUTE FORCE (EMMETT CULLEN)
KIM KINCAID
JASPER WHITLOCK
KATRINA YOUNG ("ROHANELF")
ALICE POPISH
VALERIA BOGADO ("PALNK")
THE UPSTAIRS WINDOW (BELLA, EDWARD, AND JACOB)
DARCY RIPLEY ("TAINTED TEA")
HEADACHE (ALICE)
DARCY RIPLEY ("TAINTED TEA")
The Twilight Saga has been translated into forty-eight languages and counting, so this guide would not be complete without a gallery of covers from around the world. While some international publishers used the original U.S. covers, others went in completely different directions. Here is a sampling of international interpretations of the Twilight Saga covers.
CZECH REPUBLIC
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse: exact translations; Breaking Dawn: "Daybreak." (c) Egmont
DENMARK
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight: "Twilight Volume 1" and "Twilight Volume 2" (c) Forlaget Sesam/Carlsen; Cover design: Thomas Scoeke-Eyelab.dk
FRANCE
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight: "Fascination"; New Moon: "Temptation"; Eclipse: "Hesitation" (c) Hachette Livre
GERMANY
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight: "Until the Break of Dawn" or "Bite at the Break of Dawn"; New Moon: "Until Noon" or "Bite at Noon"; Eclipse: "Until the Evening Glow" or "Bite at the Evening Glow"; Breaking Dawn: "Until the End of the Night" or "Bite at the End of the Night." Carlsen Verlag.
INDONESIA
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight: exact translation; New Moon: "Two Loves"; Eclipse: exact translation; Breaking Dawn: "A New Beginning." (c) PT Gramedia Pustaka Utama. Illustrator: Dianing Ratri
JAPAN
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight, volume 1: "Whom I Loved Was a Vampire"; volume 2: "Blood Is a Taste of Sorrow"; volume 3: "Vampire Family in Darkness." (c) Gotsubo X Ryuji 2005
TITLE TRANSLATION: New Moon, volume 4: "Tusk Speaks Sweetly"; volume 5: "Moon of Wolf"; volume 6: "Grief of Falling Angel." (c) Gotsubo X Ryuji 2006
TITLE TRANSLATION: Eclipse, volume 7: "Red Mark"; volume 8: "Give Me a Cold Kiss"; volume 9: "Time of Monsters." (c) Gotsubo X Ryuji 2007
TITLE TRANSLATION: Breaking Dawn, volume 10: "Bride of Vampire"; volume 11: "Guardian Deity of Dawn"; volume 12: "Immortal Child"; volume 13: "Embracing Forever." Volumes 11-12 (c) Gotsubo X Ryuji 2008; Volumes 12-13 (c) Gotsubo X Ryuji 2009
KOREA
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn: exact translations (c) Bookfolio
RUSSIA
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn: exact translations. (c) AST Publishers
THAILAND
TITLE TRANSLATION: Twilight: "First Night"; New Moon: exact translation; Eclipse: "Eclipse Blessing"; Breaking Dawn, volume 1: "First Blush"; Breaking Dawn, volume 2: "Next Blush." (c) Book Innovation Co., Ltd.
As in moviemaking, during the process of writing and editing a book, some scenes are cut. This section includes several scenes that were once part of the Twilight Saga. Think of them as similar to the outtakes in the special-features section of a DVD. (Other outtakes and materials are available at www.stepheniemeyer.com.)
"BADMINTON"
This is an outtake from chapter 11 of Twilight. The scene gives a vivid picture of Bella's legendary clumsiness, and an extra peek at Mike Newton.
I walked into the gym, light-headed, wobbly. I drifted to the locker room, changing in a trancelike state, only vaguely aware that there were other people surrounding me. Reality didn't fully set in until I was handed a racket. It wasn't heavy, yet it felt very unsafe in my hand. I could see a few of the other kids in class eyeing me furtively. Coach Clapp ordered us to pair up into teams.
Mercifully, some vestiges of Mike's chivalry still survived; he came to stand beside me.
"Do you want to be a team?" he asked cheerfully.
"Thanks, Mike--you don't have to do this, you know." I grimaced.
"Don't worry, I'll keep out of your way." He grinned. Sometimes it was so easy to be fond of Mike.
It didn't go smoothly. I tried to stay clear of Mike so that he could keep the birdie in play, but Coach Clapp came by and ordered him to remain on his side of the court so I could participate. He stayed, watching, to enforce his words.
My racket bounced back from the net with surprising strength, popping out of my hand and glancing off my forehead before whacking Mike in the shoulder as he rushed forward to get the birdie I had completely missed.
With a sigh, I stepped into a more central place on the court, holding my racket upright, if still gingerly. The girl on the other team sneered maliciously as she served the birdie--I must have injured her during the basketball section--lobbing it just a few feet past the net, directly toward me. I sprung gracelessly forward, aiming my swing in the direction of the little rubber pest, but I forgot to take the net into account. My racket bounced back from the net with surprising strength, popping out of my hand and glancing off my forehead before whacking Mike in the shoulder as he rushed forward to get the birdie I had completely missed.
Coach Clapp coughed, or muffled a laugh.
"Sorry, Newton," he mumbled, ambling away so we could return to our former, less dangerous, positions.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked, massaging his shoulder, just as I was rubbing my forehead.
"Yeah, are you?" I asked meekly, retrieving my weapon.
"I think I'll make it." He swung his arm in a circle, making sure he still had full range of motion.
"I'll just stay back here." I walked to the back corner of the court, holding my racket carefully behind my back.
"EMMETT AND THE BEAR"
Originally this piece was to be in the Twilight epilogue. Although Emmett's backstory is touched on in chapter 14 of Twilight, this scene gives Emmett's take on his encounter with the bear--and first meeting with Rosalie--in his own words.
I was surprised to find a strange kinship growing between myself and Emmett, especially since he had once been the most frightening to me of them all. It had to do with how we had both been chosen to join the family; we'd both been loved--and had loved in return--while we were human, though very briefly for him. Only Emmett remembered--he alone really understood the miracle that Edward remained to me.
We spoke of it for the first time one evening as the three of us lounged on the light sofas of the front room, Emmett quietly regaling me with memories that were better than fairy tales, while Edward concentrated on the Food Network--he'd decided he needed to learn to cook, to my disbelief, and it was rough going without the proper sense of taste and smell. After all, there was something that didn't come naturally to him. His perfect brow furrowed as the celebrity chef flavored yet another dish according to taste. I repressed a smile.
"He was finished playing with me then, and I knew I was about to die," Emmett remembered softly, winding up the tale of his human years with the story of the bear. Edward paid us no attention; he'd heard it before. "I couldn't move, and my consciousness was slipping away, when I heard what I thought was another bear, and a fight--over which would get my carcass, I supposed. Suddenly it felt like I was flying. I figured I'd died, but I tried to open my eyes anyway. And then I saw her"--his face was incredulous at the memory; I empathized entirely--"and I knew I was dead. I didn't even mind the pain. I fought to keep my eyelids open--I didn't want to miss one second of the angel's face. I was delirious, of course, wondering why we hadn't gotten to heaven yet, thinking it must be farther away than I'd expected. I kept waiting for her to take flight. And then she brought me to God." He laughed his deep, booming laugh. I could easily comprehend anyone making that assumpti
on.
"I'd had a little too much fun in my twenty human years, so I wasn't surprised by the fires of hell."
"I thought what happened next was my judgment. I'd had a little too much fun in my twenty human years, so I wasn't surprised by the fires of hell." He laughed again, and I shivered; Edward's arm tightened around me unconsciously. "What surprised me was that the angel didn't leave. I couldn't understand how something so beautiful would be allowed to stay in hell with me--but I was grateful. Every time God came to check on me, I was afraid he would take her away, but he never did. I started to think maybe those preachers who talked about a merciful God might have been right after all. And then the pain went away... and they explained things to me.
"They were surprised at how little disturbed I was over the vampire issue. But if Carlisle and Rosalie, my angel, were vampires, how bad could it be?" I nodded, agreeing completely, as he continued. "I had a bit more trouble with the rules.... " He chuckled. "You had your hands full with me at first, didn't you?" Emmett's playful nudge to Edward's shoulder set us both rocking.
Edward snorted without looking away from the TV.
"So you see, hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you," he assured me mischievously. "When he gets around to accepting the inevitable, you'll do fine."
Edward's fist moved so swiftly that I didn't see what knocked Emmett sprawling over the back of the couch. Edward's eyes never left the screen.
"Edward!" I scolded, horrified.
"Don't worry about it, Bella." Emmett was unruffled, back in his seat. "I know where to find him." He looked over me toward Edward's profile. "You'll have to put her down sometime," he threatened. Edward merely snarled in response, without looking up.
"Boys!" Esme's reproving voice called sharply down the stairs.
"Romeo and Juliet"
This quote was the original epigraph for New Moon. The quote actually used, also from Romeo and Juliet, foreshadows more of the danger and potential heartbreak in the book, while the original choice emphasized the romance of the story.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night....
--Romeo and Juliet, Act III scene ii
"OLD QUIL"
The following excerpt was the original first introduction to Old Quil. It takes place in chapter 12 in New Moon after Jacob tells Bella to stay away from him (in the rough draft, Jacob didn't come to her window that night).
Charlie was at the breakfast table with a plate of scrambled eggs in front of him. He looked up, seeming surprised to see me.
"You're up early," he said, examining my face carefully.
I glanced at the clock; I was actually running late. "I've only got fifteen minutes," I disagreed.
His face was wary. "It's Saturday, honey. You don't have work for another hour."
"Oh." He was still scrutinizing my face. "Well, that's good. I didn't want to go to school much anyway."
I turned away from him, feeling his eyes on my back, and went to search in the fridge. The pizza was right on top.
We ate in silence as I wondered what to do with my day. I regretted trading my Saturday hours at Newton's. It would have been a nice distraction.
But I knew that I wasn't giving up on Jacob, and I wondered what angle to approach him from.
"So you're really worried about this Sam thing, aren't you?" Charlie was done with his food before I was, and his thoughts were in the same place.
I swallowed. "Yes, I really am."
"Do you think he's involved with something bad? Drugs or crime or something?"
"I don't know. I can't think of anything else, but I just can't see Jacob changing for something like that." I shrugged.
"I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before," he said quietly.
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to people thinking I'm crazy."
"Don't worry about it. I'm used to people thinking I'm crazy." It slipped out before I could think, and Charlie's eyes flashed up to mine.
"I don't think you're crazy."
"Yeah, I know. I was kidding."
He nodded, but there was no agreement in the motion.
"Anyway, what were you supposed to think? Billy supports this." I shook my head. "It's too weird. It's like Quil said yesterday... something stinks."
"Quil Ateara?" he asked quickly.
I nodded. "He's not in the cult. He's scared, like Jacob was."
"Cult?" Charlie repeated in a sharp tone.
"That's what Quil called it, and Jacob, too, before they beamed him up," I said morosely. "Jacob also said something about tribe pride and tribe lands.... "
Charlie's eyes narrowed. "I wonder if that's why Billy and the others seem to approve? I talked to Billy yesterday--"
I nodded knowingly, and he broke off for a second, looking uncomfortable. He was probably trying to remember what all he'd said about me.
"Anyway," he started again, "he was acting pretty strange himself. Billy's always been a straightforward person. Yesterday... well, it seemed like he was hiding something." His voice was full of disbelief, as if this were the most ridiculous of theories.
"Dad, I think that's exactly what he's doing."
Charlie looked at me unhappily. "What are we going to do?"
"I think I'm going to La Push--Mrs. Newton traded shifts with me for today."
He frowned. "I don't know if I want you down there, Bella. This is a little bit disturbing."
"It's a lot disturbing," I told him. "But I don't think it's dangerous disturbing--at least not for me. Maybe for Quil, though. By the way, I offered Quil our couch if he wants to get away. Is that all right?"
He blinked twice. "Um, sure." He paused. "Are you good friends with Quil Ateara?"
"I think I've talked to him twice," I admitted.
Life was spinning out of Charlie's comfort zone.
"Okay." Charlie pursed his lips. Life was spinning out of Charlie's comfort zone. I knew the feeling well.
I got up from the table.
"Bella?"
"Yeah?"
"If anything looks... weird, don't stay. I'll be at the station. And call me, either way."
"Sure, Dad."
I felt sort of guilty as I retraced the familiar road to La Push. I was going to do something that I knew was wrong, and that maybe was a slight overreaction, too.
I was going to do my best to convince Quil Ateara to run away from home.
Jacob had thought Sam was after him, and he'd been right. Now Quil felt the same way. I was going to trust Quil's gut instinct and assume that he was next in line for the brainwashing. But if they wanted him, they were going to have to get through the Chief and me. Maybe Quil would be the key to finding out what was really happening to Jacob, and getting him out.
My mood was more hopeful, now that I had a goal.
La Push was empty. It was almost sultry out today, warm and close under the thick clouds. No rain to drive anyone indoors. The vacant yards and sidewalks seemed suspicious, but I was probably being paranoid. La Push was never a bustling hot spot.
I was glad that Quil's family lived on the opposite side of the village from the Blacks. I didn't want anyone to guess what I was up to and target Quil earlier than expected. I wished my truck were much quieter. It was the loudest thing in town--so much for stealth.
There was no sign of life outside the Ateara home. I couldn't tell if the lights were on inside the store in front of it.
I shut the truck off and hurried up the short dirt path to the front door. I couldn't help looking over my shoulder every other second, though it made me feel ridiculous. I rapped my knuckles hard and fast against the faded blue door, then listened, waiting for a response. Nothing. I beat my fist against the wood twice again, this time generating a muffled thud that seemed to shive
r in the walls.
As I waited--discouragement beginning to conquer hope--I was reminded of those movies on the sci-fi channel that I always flipped through quickly, the movies where someone finds herself all alone, the only person left on the planet. I shivered.
I raised my fist for one last, futile attempt, and the door swung open under my hand. I nearly punched the shriveled white-haired man in the face.
"Oh," I gasped, quickly dropping my hand.
"Hey, you're Chief Swan's girl," the little man accused.
"Yes," I admitted.
"You hang out with Billy's kid."
"Sometimes." I wondered if he treated all visitors this way. Maybe just the ones who almost assaulted him.
"What do you want? He's not here." He shut the door halfway.
"Um, Mr. Ateara?" I guessed, easing my foot surreptitiously around the doorjamb so he couldn't shut me out until I wanted him to.
"Yeah, that's right." He seemed displeased that I knew his name.
"Is your grandson Quil here?"
"No."
A few seconds passed.
"Could you tell me where I can find him?" I prompted.