If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.
Suzanne CollinsWant a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.
Suzanne CollinsPeople deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.
Suzanne Collins