The rat turned his glowing eyes on him, and Gregor was shocked by what he saw there. The intelligence, the deadliness, and, most surprisingly, the pain. This rat was not like Fangor and Shed. He was much more complicated and much more dangerous. For the first time in the Underland, Gregor felt completely out of his league. If he fought this rat, he wouldn't stand a change. He would lose. He would be dead.

The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life.

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

Just give him the medicine!" I scream at her. "Give it to him! Who are you, anyway, to decide how much pain he can stand!

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

While you live, the revolution lives

Tick tock, this is a clock.