Woof, a really old guy who’s hard of hearing and doesn’t seem to know what’s going on since he keeps trying to stuff poisonous bugs in his mouth.
Come on in, Mockingjay. And by all means, bring your friends.
Panem et Circenses.
But at this point, with only minor victories for the rebels, a cease-fire could only result in a return to our previous status. Or worse.
These arrows are food, safety, and life itself now.
Don’t,” I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. “Katniss, there is no District Twelve.
I don’t see that it makes much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.
The air smells of something sharp and antiseptic. My.
El Distrito 12, donde puedes morirte de hambre sin poner en peligro tu seguridad.
Apprehensively I ruffle the hair by my left ear. No, it wasn’t an illusion. I can hear again.
I search my heart, but at the moment the only person I can feel creeping up on me is Snow.
It takes some adjusting from a bow to a gun, but by the end of the day, I’ve got the best score in my class.
But this republic idea sounds like an improvement over our current government.
One of the few freedoms we have in District 12 is the right to marry who we want or not marry at all. And now even that has been taken away from me. I.
I’m sure. I’m completely, entirely, one hundred percent sure.” He.
There’s really no future in this alliance. And he’s too dangerous to let go.
You get the feeling that the knot-tying class is not the Hunger Games hot spot.
Clearly, they didn’t care about what would happen to the people who came after them. But this republic idea sounds like an improvement over our current government.
Peeta keeps all of us in fresh baked goods. I hunt. He bakes. Haymitch drinks.
This is the day of the reaping.