Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.

Maybe I'd think that, too, Caesar," says Petta bitterly, "if it weren't for the baby." There. He's done it again.

Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, “Music.

I vote yes....for Prim.

Peeta?" I creep along the bank. "Well, don't step on me.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

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.