The House

The home of the Cullen family makes its first appearance in the first book of the series, Twilight. It is described in detail in chapter 15 called The Cullens.

Irealized, as he drove my truck out of the main part of town, that I had no idea where he lived. We passed over the bridge at the Calawah River, the road winding northward, the houses flashing past us growing farther apart, getting bigger. And then we were past the other houses altogether, driving through misty forest. I was trying to decide whether to ask or to be patient, when he turned abruptly onto an unpaved road. It was unmarked, barely visible among the ferns. The forest encroached on both sides, leaveing the road ahead only discernible for a few meters as it twisted, serpentlike, around the ancient trees.

And then, after a few miles, there was some thinning of the woods, and we were suddenly in a small meadow, or was it actually a lawn? The gloom of the forest didn't relent, though, for there were six primordial cedars that shaded an entire acre with their vast sweep of branches. The trees held their protecting shadow right up to the walls of the house that rose among them, making obsolete the deep porch that wrapped around the first story.

I don't know what I had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. The house was timelless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectanguar and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration.

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The inside was even more surprising, less predictable, than the exterior. It was very bright, very open, and very large. This must have originally been several rooms, but the walls had been removed from most of the first floor to create one wide space. The back, south-facing wall had been entirely replaced with glass, and, beyond the shade of the cedars, the lawn stretched bare ot the wide river. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room. The walls, the high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors, and the thick caprets were all varying shades of white.

Waiting to greet us, standing just left of the door, on a raisded portion of the floor by a spectacular grand piano, were Edward's parents.

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"Not what you expected, is it?" he asked, his voice smug.
"No," I admitted.
"No coffins, no piled skulls in the corners; I don't even think we have cobwebs... what a disappointment this must be for you," he continued slyly.
I ingnored his teasing. "It's so light... so open."
He was more serious when he answered. "It's the one palce we never have to hide."

We walked up the massive staircase, my hand trailing along thee satin-smooth rail. The long hall at the top of the stairs was paneled with honey-colored wood, the same as the floorboards.
"Rosalie and Emmett's room... Carlisle's office... Alice's room..." He gestured as he led me past the doors.