He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.
Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
Whenever I write a story, I hope it appeals to both boys and girls.
Hope is the only thing stronger than fear.
And suddenly, it's as if there's no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible.
Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people?" says Peeta. "It costs everything you are.