After she recovered from being hit by a Buick, Stephanie returned to writing and finished Midnight Sun, which was essentially Twilight from another character's perspective. Trying to cash in on the series for all it was worth, she next suggested a spin-off novel following the exploits of a minor character, Felicity, as she attended college in upstate Washington and had to deal with the realization that the hick knowledge she learned at high school in Forks was about as useful as a neck warmer on a giraffe.
The selection board at the publisher was not very interested, however. They believed that this story not only sounded like it was crappy (like the rest of the franchise), but that it also wouldn't sell well. They were about to dismiss her when a man wearing a sombrero and a trench coat burst into the boardroom. The board members had a combined reaction of worshipfulness and horror as they recognized the man and also realized that he wasn't wearing anything else. And that the trench coat was only being held closed by his hand.
"Don't turn her down just yet!" he shouted at the execs. "She's made a lot of money with a lot of crap so far – never fear, I will take her under my wing and teach her my secrets of long-lasting literary crap. She will know all the sacred techniques of explicit torture scenes, leather-clad assassins and evil chickens. As my new apprentice, girl, your novels shall defile the New York Bestsellers list for years to come!"
As he finished his declaration, he struck a pose that unfortunately involved both arms flung outwards at the sky. Mutely, one of the publishing executives slid forward a contract and Stephanie signed it without taking her eyes off of the many self-inflicted scars adorning this man's genitalia.
"C'mon, we've got work to do!" said the stranger, and he put his arm around Stephanie, then started leading her out of the boardroom.
One of the executives shouted after him "You've saved us, great sir! You are very kind to do this for her."
The man stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
I'm not just kind." he said.
"I'm MOTHERFUCKING GOODKIND."
Silanah is dead. She was Jacob Black.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 08 April 2013 - 09:16 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.