The siguiente morning, Maria woke early and staggered into the bathroom. She leaned heavily on the sink and peered into the mirror. Her eyes were sunken and heavy with sleep, her hair a enredados mess atop her head. She attacked it with a brush and splashed water on her face, attempting to wake herself up fully, still shuddering from her nightmares. This proved to be an impossible task and so with a resigned sigh she left the bathroom. It didn’t matter about her hair. She’d looked worse.
She dressed quickly, flung her bag on her back and proceeded to leave. At the door she paused, chewing her lip. Coming to an abrupt decision, Maria snatched the photograph of her parents from its frame on her dresser and slipped it into her pocket. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt that she would want it close to her today.
Her grandmother was eating brindis, pan tostado and mermelada in the cocina por the time she was ready to leave.
“’Bye, grandma!” she called, grabbing a slice of brindis, pan tostado as she dashed past.
“Late again, dear.” Maria’s grandmother was shaking her head, her disappointment apparent.
“Only a little,” retorted Maria. “I know what I’m doing.”
“You should be más careful, Maria-“
“I know what I’m doing!” Maria repeated. She was tired of this repetitive argument in the morning and it often made her snap. “I can take care of myself.”
She left, closing the door angrily behind her. As usual, she would apologise for that later. Tossing one last look at her grandmother’s house, Maria hurried up the path and crossed into the first field that would take her to school.
Back in the house, Theodora West sighed, pushing her brindis, pan tostado around the plate. She worried about her granddaughter, worried that she was unhappy, worried that she was suffering. Maria would never mostrar it if she was and that was what Theodora didn’t understand.
She heaved herself out of the chair and washed her crockery in the sink, humming quietly to herself. Maybe she would plant some begonias today. Water the honeysuckle... yes, it would need watering after the dry night.
Theodora’s mind was a fickle thing, one-tracked and easily sent astray.
A sharp knock at the door brought Theodora out of her formless thoughts. She dropped the plate and hurried along the hallway. The shape in the window was broad and hazy due to the rippling glass. She did not recognise the person on the other side of the wood.
The unsuspecting elderly lady pulled back the door, surprised to see two beautiful men with white skin and powerful muscles on her doorstep. The hazel-haired one smiled pleasantly.
“Hello, dears, what can I do for you?” This was the last thing she ever said.
Daeht tossed the limp body to one side and both brothers stepped through the doorway.
“Which room do tu think?”
Eyran considered this for a fraction of a second.
“The bedroom,” he concluded. “The girl would want it nearby. seguro from...” he paused, flashing a smile. “Oh, I don’t know.” He laughed harshly. Daeht grinned.
“Fine, I’ll go look. tu take care of the woman.”
Daeht flew down the hallway, barely touching the floor. He paused at the parte superior, arriba and breathed in deeply.
“Her scent’s everywhere,” he whispered. He heard Eyran’s gentle intake of breath, silent to human’s ears, loud and clear to his finely attuned senses.
Finally, after months of searching, we can get our hands on it.
He moved swiftly, following the heavy trail. It was so close.
At the final, white-wooded door, he paused, allowing the long-awaited scent to fill his nostrils, swirl in his mind, clouding reason. If he had a working heart, it would have been thudding violently with the thrill of the hunt, the chase and finally... the prize.
He swept silently through the doorway and closed his eyes, feeling with his other senses. The smell was so potent, stabbing at his mind like a blunt spear, sharp and numbing. Beautiful.
His buscar led him to the gap under the bed. A small box. Perfect. He pulled it out and ran his fingers along the lid, tracing the lines on the surface of the wood. The smell was staggering.
“You’ve found it.” Eyran appeared suddenly at the doorway, his clothes stinking of burning flesh, his eyes bright with a blazing fire.
Daeht dicho nothing, and lifted the lid. A plain, paper-back novel lay matter-of-factly at the bottom of the box. Daeht and Eyran stared at it, their rage building like a rampaging fire.
Their screams of frustration shook the little house from floor to ceiling.
Eyran balled his hands into fists and began to pace, speaking fast and low.
“She must have taken it with her- it’s the only explanation. Argh, we should have tracked her first, why didn’t we realise!? It’s too late to get her now, at the school, in the sight of other humans. Just have to do it on the way back, when she’s alone. Don’t want any witnesses-“
“What!? What are tu saying!?” spat Daeht. “Let’s just get her now!” He started to rise, his teeth bared. Eyran grabbed his shoulder.
“No, listen! If we get her in the sight of others then they could raise an alarm. We’ll wait a few hours, Daeht, waiting a few hours is nothing compared to an eternity, right?” He smiled ruefully. Daeht shrugged him off.
“Fine. A few hours. No more.”
They both rose and left through the window, before the villagers swarmed into the yard, alerted por the sight of the smoke and the sounds of the screams, to find Theodora’s charred remains in a haze of black... acrid black stench, her friendly face stamped on every broken gaze.
A little note to say:
Sorry it took so long to subir this. I was away. Won't happen again, guys. Anyway, hope tu enjoy(ed) this installment. Wait with bated breath for the next... it's going to get interesting...
She dressed quickly, flung her bag on her back and proceeded to leave. At the door she paused, chewing her lip. Coming to an abrupt decision, Maria snatched the photograph of her parents from its frame on her dresser and slipped it into her pocket. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt that she would want it close to her today.
Her grandmother was eating brindis, pan tostado and mermelada in the cocina por the time she was ready to leave.
“’Bye, grandma!” she called, grabbing a slice of brindis, pan tostado as she dashed past.
“Late again, dear.” Maria’s grandmother was shaking her head, her disappointment apparent.
“Only a little,” retorted Maria. “I know what I’m doing.”
“You should be más careful, Maria-“
“I know what I’m doing!” Maria repeated. She was tired of this repetitive argument in the morning and it often made her snap. “I can take care of myself.”
She left, closing the door angrily behind her. As usual, she would apologise for that later. Tossing one last look at her grandmother’s house, Maria hurried up the path and crossed into the first field that would take her to school.
Back in the house, Theodora West sighed, pushing her brindis, pan tostado around the plate. She worried about her granddaughter, worried that she was unhappy, worried that she was suffering. Maria would never mostrar it if she was and that was what Theodora didn’t understand.
She heaved herself out of the chair and washed her crockery in the sink, humming quietly to herself. Maybe she would plant some begonias today. Water the honeysuckle... yes, it would need watering after the dry night.
Theodora’s mind was a fickle thing, one-tracked and easily sent astray.
A sharp knock at the door brought Theodora out of her formless thoughts. She dropped the plate and hurried along the hallway. The shape in the window was broad and hazy due to the rippling glass. She did not recognise the person on the other side of the wood.
The unsuspecting elderly lady pulled back the door, surprised to see two beautiful men with white skin and powerful muscles on her doorstep. The hazel-haired one smiled pleasantly.
“Hello, dears, what can I do for you?” This was the last thing she ever said.
Daeht tossed the limp body to one side and both brothers stepped through the doorway.
“Which room do tu think?”
Eyran considered this for a fraction of a second.
“The bedroom,” he concluded. “The girl would want it nearby. seguro from...” he paused, flashing a smile. “Oh, I don’t know.” He laughed harshly. Daeht grinned.
“Fine, I’ll go look. tu take care of the woman.”
Daeht flew down the hallway, barely touching the floor. He paused at the parte superior, arriba and breathed in deeply.
“Her scent’s everywhere,” he whispered. He heard Eyran’s gentle intake of breath, silent to human’s ears, loud and clear to his finely attuned senses.
Finally, after months of searching, we can get our hands on it.
He moved swiftly, following the heavy trail. It was so close.
At the final, white-wooded door, he paused, allowing the long-awaited scent to fill his nostrils, swirl in his mind, clouding reason. If he had a working heart, it would have been thudding violently with the thrill of the hunt, the chase and finally... the prize.
He swept silently through the doorway and closed his eyes, feeling with his other senses. The smell was so potent, stabbing at his mind like a blunt spear, sharp and numbing. Beautiful.
His buscar led him to the gap under the bed. A small box. Perfect. He pulled it out and ran his fingers along the lid, tracing the lines on the surface of the wood. The smell was staggering.
“You’ve found it.” Eyran appeared suddenly at the doorway, his clothes stinking of burning flesh, his eyes bright with a blazing fire.
Daeht dicho nothing, and lifted the lid. A plain, paper-back novel lay matter-of-factly at the bottom of the box. Daeht and Eyran stared at it, their rage building like a rampaging fire.
Their screams of frustration shook the little house from floor to ceiling.
Eyran balled his hands into fists and began to pace, speaking fast and low.
“She must have taken it with her- it’s the only explanation. Argh, we should have tracked her first, why didn’t we realise!? It’s too late to get her now, at the school, in the sight of other humans. Just have to do it on the way back, when she’s alone. Don’t want any witnesses-“
“What!? What are tu saying!?” spat Daeht. “Let’s just get her now!” He started to rise, his teeth bared. Eyran grabbed his shoulder.
“No, listen! If we get her in the sight of others then they could raise an alarm. We’ll wait a few hours, Daeht, waiting a few hours is nothing compared to an eternity, right?” He smiled ruefully. Daeht shrugged him off.
“Fine. A few hours. No more.”
They both rose and left through the window, before the villagers swarmed into the yard, alerted por the sight of the smoke and the sounds of the screams, to find Theodora’s charred remains in a haze of black... acrid black stench, her friendly face stamped on every broken gaze.
A little note to say:
Sorry it took so long to subir this. I was away. Won't happen again, guys. Anyway, hope tu enjoy(ed) this installment. Wait with bated breath for the next... it's going to get interesting...
According to Twilighters Italia & Lion Lamb:
New Moon will not be shot in Volterra but in Montepulciano
Despite advertisements, anticipations and every kind of proposal from the major and the township, New Moon will be shot in Montepulciano because the locations are "more beautiful for the movie" than Volterra."
And, they were nice enough to post pictures of possible locations in Montepulciano. Although the movie may not be filmed in Volterra, these locations look accurate to the descriptions in the book.
New Moon will not be shot in Volterra but in Montepulciano
Despite advertisements, anticipations and every kind of proposal from the major and the township, New Moon will be shot in Montepulciano because the locations are "more beautiful for the movie" than Volterra."
And, they were nice enough to post pictures of possible locations in Montepulciano. Although the movie may not be filmed in Volterra, these locations look accurate to the descriptions in the book.
Let me start off por saying that I think Dakota Fanning is a fabulous actress. That being dicho here are my reason why I don't think she would make the best Jane. Their are a bunch a little problems and one big problem with her playing Jane. The big problem for me is her age. Dakota Fanning was born on Febuary 23 1994. That would put her at 15 years old when she starts filming in March. Thats only 4 years younger the Kristen(Bella) who was born in 1990 and only 2 years younger the Taylor(jacob) who was born in 1992. Jane is ONLY surpost be 12-13 years old and NO WHERE near Bella's age.
It has hired "Twilight" scribe Melissa Rosenberg, a writer/producer on Showtime's "Dexter," to adapt the first two. "Breaking Dawn," has not attached a writer.
While this does NOT confirmar that the rest of the libros will be turned into movies, this is certainly very good news for the franchise. We'll keep tu updated!
UPDATE: Robert Pattinson has a few comentarios about New Moon that he made to the Chicago Tribune:
A sequel [aka New Moon] may get the green light this month, he said.
"They will literally decide the siguiente día o the día after" once the movie opens, Pattinson said. "I think they only have plans to do the segundo one. There's no script for the third one. The script is already done for the segundo one."