Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies.

He hates me more,” says Peeta. “I don’t think people in general are his sort of thing.

Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel. “You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.

I thought he wanted it, anyway,” I say. “Not like this,” Haymitch says. “He wanted it to be real.

He could have had his choice of any woman in the district. And he chose solitude. Not solitude – that sounds too peaceful. More like solitary confinement.

Haymitch isn’t thinking of arenas, but something else. “Johanna’s back in the hospital.”I assumed Johanna was fine, had passed her exam, but simply wasn’t assigned to a sharp shooters’ unit. She’s wicked with a throwing...

You call that a kiss?

So it’s you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans.

I know we promised Haymitch, we’d do exactly what they said, but I don’t think he considered this angle.’ ‘Where is Haymitch, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to protect us from this sort of thing?’ says...