You haven’t hurt people – you’ve given them an opportunity.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you – the tributes of District Twelve!
My family. My mother. My sister. And my pretend cousin Gale. But Peeta’s intention is clear. That Gale really is my family, or will be one day, if I live. That I’ll marry him.
It’s Lucy Gray and I’m not really from Twelve,” she said. “My people are Covey. Musicians by trade. We just took a wrong turn one day and were obliged to stay.
I’m bad news, all right,” said Coriolanus.
He made you look desirable! And let’s face it, you can use all the help you can get in that department. You were about as romantic as dirt until he said he wanted you. Now they all do. You’re all they’re talking about.
The news sinks in. Two tributes can win this year. If they’re from the same district. Both can live. Both of us can live.
Dead, but not allowed to die.
Who knows who I would be or what I would talk about if I’d been raised in the Capitol? Maybe my biggest regret would be having feathered costumes at my birthday party, too.
We end up on the same elevator with her, and she spends the whole ride to the seventh floor chatting to Peeta about his paintings while the light of his still-glowing costume reflects off her bare breasts.
I almost forgot! Happy Hunger Games!
No, I want you to rethink it and come up with the right opinion,” I tell him. But this just makes him laugh. I have to let it go. There’s no point in trying to dictate what Gale thinks. Which, if I’m honest, is one reason I trust him.
Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem. Since he won the Sixty-fifth Hunger Games when he was only fourteen, he’s still one of the youngest victors. Being from District 4, he was a Career, so the odds were already in his favour, but what no trainer could claim to have given him was his extraordinary beauty. Tall, athletic, with golden skin and bronze-coloured hair and those incredible eyes.
Peeta rolls his eyes at Haymitch. “She has no idea. The effect she can have.
Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings,” she said.
Mashed-in nose, half of one ear missing, eyes the color of rotting squash.
Because once the force field blew, you’d be the first ones they’d try to capture, and the less you knew, the better,” says Haymitch. “The first ones? Why?” I say, trying to hang on to the train of thought. “For the same reason the rest of us agreed to die to keep you alive,” says Finnick.
The implications that I could so readily dispose of Peeta, that I’m in love with Gale, that the whole thing has been an act.
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. They probably won’t even bother to question her, she’s so far gone. Gone right off the deep end years ago in her Games. There’s a good chance I’m headed in the same direction. Maybe I’m already going crazy and no one has the heart to tell me. I feel crazy enough. “I wish she was dead,” he says. “I wish they were all dead and we were, too. It would be best.
The phrase Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free is the most troubling because at first you think he’s talking about when he told her to flee, presumably to safety. But then you wonder if he meant for her to run to him. To death.