President Snow says he’s sending us a message? Well, I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb us and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows as I point to the planes burning on the roof of the warehouse across from us. The Capitol seal on a wing glows clearly through the flames. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined that he will not miss a word. “And if we burn, you burn with us!
We know how to be hungry, but not how to be told how to handle what provisions we have. In some ways, District 13 is even more controlling than the Capitol.
Yes. I’m calling for a cease-fire,” says Peeta tiredly. “Now why don’t we ask the guards to take me back to my quarters so I can build another hundred card houses?
A kind Peeta Mellark is far more dangerous than an unkind one.
Katniss, het is niet alleen deze reis. – Haymitch.
Maybe they were onto something in Six. Drug yourself out and paint flowers on your body. Not such a bad life. Seemed happier than the rest of us, anyway.
He knew this would be easier if he wasn’t such an exceptional person. The best and the brightest humanity had to offer. The youngest to pass the officer candidate test.
Dit is zeker geen goed moment om te zeggen dat ik een pop aan een strop heb gehangen en daar de naam van Seneca Crane op heb geschilderd? – Katniss.
Sejanus. “My friend, your life has just begun!” And then Coriolanus was laughing; they both were. “So this isn’t our ruin?” “I’d call it our salvation.
We should kill them all.” The words slipped out before he could stop them. “Kill them all? Why?” said Dr. Kay in surprise. “They’re unnatural.” He tried to twist the comment so it sounded like it came from a bird lover. “Perhaps they’ll hurt the other species.
Dit is geen plek voor een meisje dat in vuur en vlam staat.
But the apples must have set off enough mines, causing debris to activate the others.
Gale and I directly disobeyed orders yesterday, and Boggs has the injury to prove it. Surely, there will be repercussions, but will they go so far as Coin annulling our agreement for the victors’ immunity? Have I stripped Peeta of what little protection I could give him?
What sort of agreement is necessary if we’re to live in peace? What sort of social contract is required for survival?
Behind me, I can hear the accusations against Peeta building. The words traitor, liar, and enemy bounce off the walls.
Does it matter?
You’re alive,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that’s so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta’s alive. And a traitor. But at the moment, I don’t care. Not what he says, or who he says it for, only that he is still capable of speech.
Panem’s newest, if not shiniest, Peacekeeper.
Naked bodies are no big deal in the arena, right?
I bet my buttons.