My slumbers are filled with disturbing.
SPECIAL WEAPONRY.
They were never real lovers.
I know that Finnick can’t focus on anything in 13 because he’s trying so hard to see what’s happening in the Capitol to Annie, the mad girl from his district who’s the only person on earth he loves.
I want to interrupt the taping and beg Finnick’s forgiveness for every false thought I’ve ever had about him.
Quedarse quieta significa morir.
How do you bear it?
Because I obviously can’t tell a friend from an.
I pick up a few remembrances: a photo of my parents on their wedding day, a blue hair ribbon for Prim, the family book of medicinal and edible plants. The book falls open to a page with yellow flowers and I shut it quickly because it was Peeta’s brush that painted them.
I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors.
Is there any point in doing anything at all? My mother, my sister, and Gale’s family are finally safe. As for the rest of 12, people are either dead, which is irreversible, or protected in 13.
Like bait?” I say to the ceiling. “Like how they’ll use Annie for bait, Finnick?” I can hear him weeping but I don’t care.
Of course, I hate the Capitol, but I have no confidence that my being the Mockingjay will benefit those who are trying to bring it down.
Four people wheel out a huge wedding cake from a side room. Most of the guests back up, making way for this rarity, this dazzling creation with blue-green, white-tipped icing waves swimming with fish and sailboats, seals and sea flowers. But I push my way through the crowd to confirm what I knew at first sight.
She has no idea. The effect she can have.” He runs his fingernail along the wood grain in the table, refusing to look at me.
The last tribute alive.
Hi ha excursions que un ha d’emprendre tot sol.
No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.
Podries demanar la lluna i segur que buscarien la manera d’acontentar-te.
As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s.