I think about going to the lake, but I’m so weak that I barely make it to mymeeting place with Gale. I sit on the rock where Cressida filmed us, but it’s too wide without his body beside me.Several times I close my eyes and count to ten, thinking that when I open them, he...

If we burn you burn with us

Our rocky ledge overlooking the valley. Perhaps a little less green than usual, but the blackberry bushes hang heavy with fruit. 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....

You’re still trying to protect me. Real or not real,” he whispers.”Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do, protect each other.

But more words tumble out. ‘You’re a painter. You’re a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.’Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.

Stay with me.Always.

The beauty of this idea is that my decision to keep Peeta alive at the expense of my own life is itself an act of defiance. A refusal to play the Hunger Games by the Capitol’s rules. My private agenda dovetails completely with my public one. And if I really could save Peeta… in terms...

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

I search his eyes for the slightest sign of anything, fear, remorse, anger. But there’s only the same look of amusement that ended our last conversation. It’s as if he’s speaking the words again. “Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.”He’s right. We did.The point of...

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

What will break me into a million pieces so that I am beyond repair, beyond usefulness?

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.

You love me. Real or not real?”I tell him, “Real.

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

Really, the combination of the scabs and the ointment looks hideous. I can’t help enjoying his distress.”Poor Finnick. Is this the first time in your life you haven’t looked pretty?” I say.”It must be. The sensation’s completely new. How have you managed it all these years?” he asks.”Just avoid mirrors. You’ll forget about it,” I...

Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers’ faces. They’d have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully, while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.

I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “I want to tell people that if...

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

You don’t have much competition anywhere.” And this time, it’s me who leans in.

No problem,” Gale replies. “I wake up ten times a night anyway.””To make sure Katniss is still here?” asks Peeta.”Something like that,”…”That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her.””Well, WE never have,”…”She loves you, you know,” says Peeta. “She as good as told me after they whipped you.””Don’t...

One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Ali sigurno razumije. Sigurno zna da se dogodilo nezamislivo, i da će preživljavanje iziskivati nekad nezamislive poteze. Jer više sati kasnije, kad se probudim u svom krevetu, na mjesečini vidim da je i on ondje. Šćućurio se pokraj mene, žute oči su mu na oprezu. Čuva me od noći.

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.

If I thought that was true, I could almost live with the rest of it.

You’d have thought we planned it,” says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile.”Didn’t you?” asks Portia. Her fingers press her eyelids closed as if she’s warding off a very bright light.”No,” I say looking at Peeta with a new sense of apreciation. “Neither of us even knew what we were going to...

but it’s not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. “Stay with me.” As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don’t catch it.

There are much worse games to play.

I had to do that. At least once.

I am Cinna’s bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end.Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick’s eyes....

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.

For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first.

I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

You have a… remarkable memory.””I remember everything about you. You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

First there were the Gamemakers, making me their star and then scrambling to recover from that handful of poisonous berries. Then President Snow, trying to use me to put out the flames of rebellion, only to have my every move become inflammatory. Next, the rebels ensnaring me in the metal claw that lifted me from...

Are you preparing for another war, Plutarch?” I ask.”Oh, not now. Now we’re in a sweet period where everyone agrees that our recent horrors should never be repeated,” he says. “But collective thinking is usually short-lived. We’re fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction. Although who knows? Maybe this will...

Only.. I want to do die as myself

Sometimes when I’m alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread, the strong arms that warded off nightmares on the train, the kisses in the arena.

You’ll never be able to let him go. You’ll always feel wrong about being with me.

‎I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

Because it doesn’t matter anymore, and because I’m so desperately lonely I can’t stand it.

Because I can count on my fingers the number of sunsets I have left, and I don’t want to miss any of them.

I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me a beverage.

if he goes and dies on me now, I know I’ll go completely insane.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far awayA cloak of leaves, a moonbeam rayForget your woes and let your troubles layAnd when it’s morning again, they’ll wash awayHere it’s safe, here it’s warmHere the daisies guard you from every harmHere your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them trueHere is the place where I love you.