Our bodies aren't strangers,' he said, his voice ragged. 'Our spirits aren't strangers'. He held her face in his hands. 'Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I'll destroy that part of me.' And she wept to hear his words.
Melina MarchettaPeople arenโt interested in the truth, Dafar. Theyโre interested in what keeps them safe. Theyโre interested in being looked after. Theyโre interested in a tale being spun... Mighty men have moments of great despair that common people do not want to know about.
Melina MarchettaWe were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.
Melina MarchettaYou list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?
Melina MarchettaWhat are you doing?" she asked, trying to raise herself. "First, I thought I'd show you what a pity it would be if they cut off my wicked tongue.
Melina MarchettaTheir bedroom has always been our sanctuary. Sometimes at night we'll end up on their bed just talking. My dad will be snoring and Mia will say, "Turn around, Bobby, you're snoring," and he'll turn around and for a moment it'll be silent. Then he'll erupt into a massive snore and Luca and I will kill ourselves laughing and my dad will wake up and bark, "Get to bed!" and not even a second later he'll be snoring and we'll kill ourselves laughing again and Mia will say, "What is this? Grand Central Station?
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