If you had hope, maybe you could find a way to make things change,. Because if you thought about it, there were so many reasons to try.

there's plenty of blame to go around.

It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers.

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.

On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.