Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it’s breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate.
Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they’re as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they’re among our best customers.
Not daring to flee since my general location has just been broadcast to any killer who cares. I mean, I know it’s cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag.
I wonder if Effie will still be wearing that silly pink wig, or is she’ll be sporting some other unnatural color especially for the Victor Tour.
I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.
So I only say, “So what should we do with our last few days?” “I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.
As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.
Please feel free to take this personally.
Beauty that arose out of pain.
Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.
Dawn comes before sleep does.
Highly unlikely but not impossible.
Great. Now I have to go back and tell Haymitch I want an eighty-year-old and Nuts and Volts for my allies. He’ll love that.
Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.
They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she’s lost the will to live.
Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.
She genuinely likes people. All people, not just a select few she’s spent years making up her mind about.
Not like this. He wanted it to be real.
I also want to tell him how much I already miss him. But that wouldn’t be fair on my part.
You know, you’re kind of squeamish for such a lethal person.