No, it happened. And right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner,' Peeta says.
Suzanne CollinsWe could do it, you know." "What?" "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it.
Suzanne CollinsThe question is, what are you going to do?" It turns out the question that's been eating away at me has only ever had one possible answer. But it took Peeta's ploy for me to recognize it. What am I going to do? I take a deep breath. My arms rise slightly - as if recalling the black-and-white wings Cinna gave me - then come to rest at my sides. "I'm going to be the Mockingjay.
Suzanne Collins