I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

Ladies and gentlemen....." His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!

I go back to my room and lie under the covers, trying not to think of Gale and thinking of nothing else.

We follow instructions to my destination, a chamber for my preparation.

Winning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.

I'm not a very fancy person. I've been a writer a long time, and right now 'The Hunger Games' is getting a lot of focus. It'll pass. The focus will be on something else. It'll shift. It always does. And that seems just fine.