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.

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

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

You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?

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...

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...

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

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

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.

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...

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

No. Now, shut up and eat your pears.

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

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,...

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

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...

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...

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

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

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...

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...

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.

If we burn you burn with us

Stay with me.Always.

There are much worse games to play.

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

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

I had to do that. At least once.

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

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

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

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...

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...

Only.. I want to do die as myself

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...

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...

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

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.

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...

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...

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...

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

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....

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

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...

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...

Not like this. He wanted it to be real.