Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

"If I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can't grow wings," he say's. "Real or not real?" "Real," I say. "But people don't need wings to survive." "Mockingjays do."

And there I am, blushing and confused, made beautiful by Cinna’s hands, desirable by Peeta’s confession, tragic by circumstance, and by all accounts, unforgettable.

So we both strip off our boots and socks and, while there’s some improvement, I could swear he’s making an effort to snap every branch we encounter

Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.

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

We had to save you because you're the mockingjay, Katniss," says Plutarch. "While you live, the revolution lives.