You know, I think this is the first time we’ve ever done anything normal together.
I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you’re proposing an escape plan and the next...
But there was only one kiss that made me feel something stir deep inside. Only one that made me want more. But my head wound started bleeding and he made me lie down.
I’m in pain. That’s the only way I get your attention.
My name is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I not dead? I should be dead.
Peeta looks me right in the eye and gives my hand what I think is meant to be a reassuring squeeze. Maybe it’s just a nervous spasm.
People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.
We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.
Even in war there should be lines you didn’t cross.
My guess is that fearful events are the hardest to root out. They’re the ones we naturally remember the best, after all.
He never lets go of Annie’s hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.
Since Mags seems to have no ill effects from the nuts, Peeta collects bunches of them and fries them by bouncing them off the force field.
The pounding music, the cheers, the admiration work their way into my blood, and I can’t suppress my excitement. Cinna has given me a great advantage. No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.
It’s just me and the Bane. And I’m fighting him because he killed all of those innocent mice and people, and I have to stop him. Not because Sandwich says so but because I say so.
I don’t know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.
It’d be better if he were easier to hate.
Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other’s key.
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.
Haymitch in my head full-time. Horrifying.