| A | B |
|---|
| *Flashing his teeth,*Emmet growled. | participial |
| The stone shrieked and groaned, and, *with a big poof of dust,* split in two. | prepositional (did you notice the personification?) |
| *Snickering away the whole time,* I was having too much fun. | participial |
| The gift was presented *in a wooden box*,*ornamented with a rainbow of gemstones.* | prepositional and participial |
| I wouldn't leave Renesmee, *our daughter,* without both her parents. | appositive |
| The three of us, *Jacob, Renesmee and I,* were hunting together. | appositive |
| She flipped backward,* landing lightly on her feet.* | participial and prepositional |
| The Cullens, *my new family,* were in league with werewolves. | appositive |
| *Flanked by two large wolves,* Sam came quickly *into the clearing.* | participial and prepositional |
| Siobhan,*a woman of immense presence,* was the leader. | appositive |
| He was deeply suspicious *of the Volturi.* | prepositional |
| It was probably the largest friendly gathering *of mature vampires in immortal history*. | prepositional |
| *Under his long ragged duster,* he was a little too well dressed. | prepositional |
| This was the address I was given *by a very dependable source.* | prepositional |
| *With sweat on his forehead,* he trembled before the horde of vampires. | prepositional |
| *Hearing Edward play the piano,* I wanted to cry again | participial |
| Emmet, *holding the remote of course,* looked up and grinned in anticipation. | participial |
| *Hovering between liquid and ice,* the rain was just a mist. | participial |
| *Paying little attention to my prey,* I thought about Demetri while I hunted. | participial |
| I left, *glancing back to see* that Jason was staring at me. | participial |
| Close beside me was Zafrina, *the vampire from Brazil* who could make people blind. | appositive |
| They came into the clearing *with a kind of beauty.* | prepositional |
| It was clear that this motley, disorganized horde,* more than forty vampires altogether,* was the Volturi's own kind of witness. | appositive |
| Despair, *pushing me down,* weighted the air. | participial |
