What do you think?" I whisper to Peeta. "About the fire?" "I'll rip off your cape if you'll rip off mine," he says through gritted teeth.
I'm more than just a piece in their Games.
Live your life, take chances, be crazy. Dont wait 'cause right now is the oldest you've ever been & the youngest you'll be ever again
How much energy they put into harming each other. How little into saving.
Sick and disoriented, I'm able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.
Maybe . . . because for the first time . . . there was a chance I could keep him,” I say. “So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?” “Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.” And when he kisses me, people in the room actually sigh.
No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.
I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light. Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!
I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.
And it’s all my fault, Gale. Because of what I did in the arena. If I had just killed myself with those berries, none of this would’ve happened. Peeta could have come home and lived, and everyone else would have been safe, too.” “Safe to do what?” he says in a gentler tone. “Starve? Work like slaves? Send their kids to the reaping? You haven’t hurt people – you’ve given them an opportunity. They just have to be brave enough to take it.
It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.
The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.
We could do it, you know.
What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.
Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.
deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow
Peeta" I said "Stay with me" I heard him say one word before the drigs pulled me under, I realised later that what he said was 'always
Come on and eat with him. I promise, I won't let him kiss you again.
Finally, Peeta turns to Pollux. "Well, then you just became our most valuable asset." Castor laughs and Pollux manages a smile. We're halfway down the first tunnel when I realize what was so remarkable about that exchange. Peeta sounded like his old self, the one who could always think of the right thing to say when nobody else could... I glance back at him as he trudges along under his guards, Gale and Jackson, his eyes fixed on the ground, his shoulders hunched forward. So dispirited. But for a moment, he was really here.
And random bits of happiness, like Finnick and Annie's newborn boy.
aren't they the very reason I have to try to fight? Because what has been done to them is so wrong, so beyond justification, so evil that there is no choice? Because no one has the right to treat them as they have been treated?
But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.
The more you can distract yourself, the better.
If there's a more helpless feeling than trying to reach someone you love who's trapped underground, I don't know it.
All the times these arms were my only refuge from the world. Perhaps not fully appreciated then, but so sweet in my memory, and now gone forever.
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