There are much worse games to play.

Trapped for days, years, centuries maybe. Dead, but not allowed to die. Alive, but as good as dead. So alone that anyone, anything no matter how loathsome would be welcome.

There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.