And then there was Tick. Brave little Tick, who had flown into the faces of an army of rats to save his baby sister. Tick - who never spoke much. Tick - who shared her food. Tick - who was after all just a roach. Just a roach who had given all the time she had left so that Boots could have more. Gregor pressed Boots's fingers against his lips and felt scalding tears begin to slide down his cheeks. He hadn't cried, not the whole time he'd been down here, and there had been plenty of bad stuff. But somehow Tick's sacrifice had crushed whatever thin shell remained between him and sorrow.
Suzanne CollinsI guess there isnโt a rule book for what might be unacceptable to do to another human being.
Suzanne CollinsI pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.
Suzanne CollinsPeeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice, it seems almost nonsensical, but the words arenโt for me. โWith my paint box at home, I can make every color imaginable. Pink. As pale as a babyโs skin. Or as deep as rhubarb. Green like spring grass. Blue that shimmers like ice on water.
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