How’d you lose Mags?” “In the fog. Finnick had Peeta. I had Mags for a while. Then I couldn’t lift her. Finnick said he couldn’t take them both. She kissed him and walked right into the poison,” I say. “She was Finnick’s mentor, you know,” Johanna says accusingly. “No, I didn’t,” I say. “She was half his family,” she says a few moments later, but there’s less venom behind it.
Snow shakes his head in mock disappointment. “Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.
Besides, he’s our best chance of finding her.” It takes me a moment to register that the “her” they’re referring to is me.
Four cables, attached to tracks on the buildings, break through the stones, dragging up the net that encases Mitchell. It makes no sense – how instantly bloodied he is – until we see the barbs sticking from the wire that encases him. I know it immediately. It decorated the top of the fence around 12.
Today I might lose both of them.
I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him.
They are white, four-limbed, about the size of a full-grown human, but that’s where the comparisons stop. Naked, with long reptilian tails, arched backs, and heads that jut forward.
My advisors were concerned you would be difficult, but you’re not planning on being difficult at all, are you?” “No.
I look up into those blue eyes that no amount of dramatic makeup can make truly deadly and remember how, just a year ago, I was prepared to kill him. Convinced he was trying to kill me. Now everything is reversed. I’m determined to keep him alive, knowing the cost will be my own life, but the part of me that is not so brave as I could wish is glad that it’s Peeta, not Haymitch, beside me. Our hands find each other without further discussion. Of course we will go into this as one.
El Fuego se propaga, y si nosotros ardemos tu arderas con nosotros.
At least Finnick doesn’t applaud or act all happy when it’s done. He just says, “People should know that happened. And now they do.
A mix of human and lizard and who knows what else. White, tight reptilian skin smeared with gore, clawed hands and feet, their faces a mess of conflicting features.
So well intended, and yet so insulting. – Gale Hawthorne.
And I’m left staring out the window, watching District 12 disappear, with all my good-byes still hanging on my lips.
Our lives aren’t just measured in years. They’re measured in the lives of people we touch around us.
There had been times when I didn’t honestly know how I felt about him. I still don’t, really.
She gives me a look filled with loathing, like I’m the biggest drag possible on her life. I wonder if this is what it’s like to have an older sister who really hates you.
Those warehouses across the way look deserted anyway.
I think about how there was no going back after I took over caring for the family when I was eleven. How I will always have to protect her.
He seems to remember. “Why.