That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.

Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.

Buttercup, miserable even with Prim’s constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.

It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death.

And she's my fiancee. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.

"I don't know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?" he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself. "I don't want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I'm not."

I mean I know it's cold out here and not everybody has a sleeping bag. But when you grit your teeth and stick it out until dawn!