You know, you're kind of squeamish for such a lethal person
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.
When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.
You want a piece of advice?" said Ripred. "Don't bother. I know what you'll say. The whole thing's stupid," said Gregor. "Quite the contrary. I was going to say that life is short. There are only a few good things in it, really. Don't pretend that one isn't happening." said Ripred.
People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
Not only does he hate me, and want to kill me, he no longer believes I'm human. It was less painful being strangled.
I don't write about adolescence. I write about war. For adolescents.
Frankly, I could use a little sugarcoating.
I don't know how to make people like me. Cinna, how do you make people like you?
Courage only counts when you can count.
We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?
the evil thing is inside, not out.
My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother’s body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim’s face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.
No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What would my life be like on a daily basis? Most of it has been consumed with the acquisition of food. Take that away and I'm not really sure who I am, what my identity is. The idea scares me some.
One of the most memorable things I hear is when someone tells me that my books got a reluctant reader to read.
if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.
Well, I don't have much competition here." "You don't have much competition anywhere.
District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.
Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.
Then Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
The way she kissed you in the Quarter Quell…well she never kissed me like that…I should have volunteered to take your place in the first Games. Protected her then…I guess it’s Katniss’ problem. Who to choose…Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can’t survive without.
No one knows what to do with you, girlie.
On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.
I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me
They recognize me. Of course they recognize me. My face is uncovered and I'm standing here outside of District 12 pointing an arrow at them. Who else would I be?
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