Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.

Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had an agreement not to lie to each other.

Pity does not get you aid. Admiration at your refusal to give in does.

Making knots. Making knots. No word. Making knots. Tick-tock. This is a clock. Do not think of Gale. Do not think of Peeta. Making knots.

I can hear President Snow's voice in my head. 'On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.

Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me.