Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

Someone ought to get Haymitch a drink.

The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs to the tips of my being. Instead of satisfying me the kisses have the opposite effect of making my need greater.

But in my head I can hear Haymitch's smug, if slightly exasperated, words: "Yes, that's what I'm looking for, sweetheart.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.