Austen vs. Meyer

The original

The meadow, so spectacular to me at first, paled next to his significance.

Hesitantly, always afraid, even now, that he would disappear like a mirage, too beautiful to be real ... hesitantly, I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach.  I marveled again at the perfect texture, satin smooth, cool as stone.  When I looked up again, his eyes were pen, watching me.  Butterscotch today, lighter, warmer after hunting.  His quick smile turned up the corners of his flawless lips.

"I don't scare you?" he asked playfully, but I could hear the real curiosity in his voice.

"No more than usual."

Stephanie Meyer, Twilight, Atom, 2009, p.229. 

After 30 minutes in the Austen Oven

The meadow dimmed next to Edward; even though it had been spectacular at first, it seemed dull and washed out, with Edward at the centre, as bright as evening's first star.

Even though she was afraid, frightened should he disappear back into the mist like something she might have imagined, Isabella reached out her hand to touch his; it was cold as if marble and smooth like stone.  When she raised her eyes to his, he was watching her intensely.  She saw satisfaction in his eyes, languid and sated; she observed too they were a playful tortoiseshell colour, but the colour was rolling without settling, like gentle waves in the sea.  Edward smiled gently.  Isabella thought he seemed just like the statues of Greek gods she had read about, eternal and perfect, yet somehow frightening.  Her mind whirled with thoughts of the impudence of her actions.  "Do I scare you?" he asked softly.

"I am always frightened when you are near, Mr. Cullen," answered Isabella, as her fingers trembled in his hand, and her eyes dropped from his.

Her goodness tamed his tendencies to the wild; her succour fed him strength
(Painting by Edward Savage, 1796)