What was that you were saying just before the food arrived? Something about me... no competition... best thing that ever happened to you.

Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don't want to die like Cato," he says. “Then you shoot me," I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. "You shoot me and go home and live with it!" And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.

Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.

What does this mean? It means I get to spend the morning having the hair ripped off my body while Peeta sleeps in.

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.

I will never have a life with Gale even if I want to.

I think....you still have no idea. The effect you can have.