Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.
Suzanne CollinsI cover my face with my arms because this isn't happening. It isn't possible. For someone to make Peeta forget he loves me . . . no one can do that.
Suzanne CollinsSo Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?โ asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. โI donโt see that it makes that much difference. Theyโll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.
Suzanne CollinsAnd don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.
Suzanne CollinsI 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 solitary journey, has not been undertaken alone. I have had thousands upon thousands of people from the districts at my side. I was their Mockingjay long before I accepted the role.
Suzanne Collins