If Under fell, if Over leaped, If death was life and Death life reaped, Something rises from the gloom, To make the Underland a tomb Hear it scratching down below, Rat of long forgotten snow, Evil cloaked in coat of White, Will the Warrior drain your light? What could turn the Warrior week? What do burning Gnawers seek? Just a barely speaking pup That holds the Land of Under up Die the baby, die his heart Die his most essential part Die the peace that rules the hour, Gnawers have their key to power
Suzanne CollinsI no longer feel any allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself.
Suzanne CollinsAnd don't you let your guard down for a second because you think anything's inevitable.
Suzanne CollinsLay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.
Suzanne CollinsAt some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.
Suzanne Collins