Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. “I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.

Where did they get those screams, Katniss?

He hates me more," says Peeta. "I don't think people in general are his sort of thing.

Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it," said Gregor obviously not handling it.

Hey, look at this!" He holds up a glistening, perfect pearl about the size of a pea. "You know, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls," he says earnestly to Finnick. "No, it doesn't," says Finnick dismissively. But I crack up, remembering that's how a clueless Effie Trinket presented us to the people of the Capitol last year, before anyone knew us. As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable.