Where’s lover boy, huh? Still hanging on?
It’s the Capitol I hate, for doing this to all of us.
I could be shot on a daily basis for hunting, but the appetite of those in charge protect me.
I have chosen Gale and the rebellion, and a future with Peeta is the Capitol’s design, not mine.
Fire burns brighter in the darkness.
Katniss, the girl on fire, has left behind her flickering flames and bejeweled gowns and soft candlelight frocks. She is as deadly as fire itself.
May the odds be ever in your favour.
You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.
We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction.
Buttercup gives a flick of his tail that I take as agreement.
I told you we should have rescued the boy first.
No one in their right mind would let me make the plans. Because I obviously can’t tell a friend from an enemy.
All I want to do is collapse on my metal plate.
On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.
Look what I shot.” Gale holds up a loaf of bread with an arrow stuck in it, and I laugh.
Ashes billow up around me, and I pull the hem of my shirt up over my mouth. It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.
Happy Hunger Games!” He plucks a few blackberries from the bushes around us. “And may the odds – ” He tosses a berry in a high arc toward me.
Funny, though, I don’t feel too bad.
It’s OK. It’s just her hormones from the baby.
Haymitch? Not able to face something? Wanted a day off, more likely,” I say. “I think his actual words were ‘I couldn’t face it without a bottle,’ ” says Plutarch.