Tick, tock,โ whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. โTick, tock.โ โTick, tock,โ I agree softly. โItโs time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
Suzanne CollinsI have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.
Suzanne CollinsNo, you won her over. Gave up everything for her. Maybe that's the only way to convince her you love her.
Suzanne CollinsIt's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color." The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you.
Suzanne Collins