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...

There are much worse games to play.

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

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...

They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.

Why…do you find this…distracting?

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.

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

Frankly, our ancestors don’t seem much to brag about. I mean, look at the state they left us in, with the wars, the broken planet. Clearly, they didn’t care about what would happen to the...

I begin to fully understand the lengths to which people have gone to protect me. What I mean to the rebels. My on going struggle against the Capitol, which has so often felt like a...

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...

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

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...

Are you, are you Coming to the tree They strung up a man They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the...

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,...

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

Katniss. I remember about the bread.

If we burn you burn with us

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

I’m left with Haymitch in the rubble, wondering if Finnick’s fate would have one day been mine. Why not? Snow could have gotten a really good price for the girl on fire.

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...

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life.

Fire is catching! And if we burn, you burn with us!

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...

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...

I must have loved you a lot.

Stay with me.Always.