The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.
No soporto a la gente que se cree moralmente superior. Nadie la soporta.
Are you, Are you, Coming to the tree, Where they strung up a man they said murdered three? Strange things did happen here, No stranger would it be, If we met up at midnight In the hanging tree.
My heart is beating so fast and fierce I hardly hear them.
We burn, you burn with us.
We’re gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we’ll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How’s that sound?
My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.
Your stylist turned out to be prophetic in his wardrobe choice. Katniss Everdeen, the girl who was on fire, you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem.
I take Peeta’s face in my hands. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you at midnight.
Prim a doctor. She couldn’t even dream of it in 12. Something small and quiet, like a match being struck, lights up the gloom inside me. This is the sort of future a rebellion could bring.
I volunteer as tribute!
I should have tried to save you,” I whisper.
Even if the rebel forces could somehow overthrow the Capitol, you can be sure President Snow’s last act would be to cut Peeta’s throat. No. I will never get him back. So then dead is best.
It’s to the Capitol’s advantage to have us divided among ourselves.
The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn’t mattered.
Tick, tock. This is a clock.
He never lets go of Annie’s hand. Not when they walk. Not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. She’s lost in some daze of happiness. There are still moments when you can tell something slips into her brain and another world blinds her to us. But a few words from Finnick call her back.
Peeta doesn’t need a brush to paint images from the Games. He works just as well in words.
That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years. But there are much worse games to play.
However much President Snow may hate me, this Capitol audience is mine.