There are much worse games to play.

So, in a way, my name being drawn in the reaping was a real piece of luck," says Peeta.

Just one more thing. I kill Snow.

Well, I knew that goat would be a little gold mine," I say. Yes, of course I was referring to that, not the lasting joy you gave your sister you love so much you took her place in the reaping," says Peeta drily.

Having an eye for beauty isn't the same thing as a weakness...except possibly when it comes to you.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

We could do it, you know.