it is a perfect weapon

How did Rue end up on that stage with nothing but the wind offering to take her place?

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking.

I guess there isn’t a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.

The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.

Highly unlikely but not impossible.

I walk around the room eating goose liver and puffy bread until there's a knock on the door. Effie's calling me to dinner. Good. I'm starving.