Prim a doctor. She couldn’t even dream of it in 12. Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside me. This is the sort of future a rebellion could bring.
I volunteer as tribute!
I should have tried to save you,” I whisper.
Even if the rebel forces could somehow overthrow the Capitol, you can be sure President Snow’s last act would be to cut Peeta’s throat. No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.
It’s to the Capitol’s advantage to have us divided among ourselves.
The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered.
Tick, tock. This is a clock.
He never lets go of Annie’s hand. Not when they walk. Not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. She’s lost in some daze of happiness. There are still moments when you can tell something slips into her brain and another world blinds her to us. But a few words from Finnick call her back.
Peeta doesn’t need a brush to paint images from the Games. He works just as well in words.
That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.
However much President Snow may hate me, this Capitol audience is mine.
Then suddenly, as I was suggesting I take over the daily snare run, he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
Not everyone is treated with such respect. But whenever my father sang, all the birds in the area would fall silent and listen. His voice was beautiful, high and clear and so filled with life it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
If she cries, he will nose his way into her arms and curl up there until she calms down and falls asleep. I’m so glad I didn’t drown him.
I buoni hanno un modo tutto loro di entrarmi nel cuore e metterci le radici. E non posso lasciare che lo faccia Peeta. Non dove stiamo andando.
At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead. The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
I find myself focusing up at the sky – the only roof left – because too many memories are drowning me.
Does everyone look younger asleep?
Remember. I’m still betting on you girl on fire.
I swear if you cry, I’ll kill you here and now.