Really? What did you cost me again? I ask. A lot of trouble. Don't worry. You'll get it all back,he says.

Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything.

Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.

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.

When I was young I was trained in stage fighting and rapier and dagger, for several years.

One more time? For the audience?" he says. His voice isn't angry. It's hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

Underground. Which I hate. Like mines and tunnels and 13. Underground, where I dread dying, which is stupid because even if I die aboveground, the next thing they'll do is bury me underground anyway.