But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.
Suzanne CollinsBut it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. โYou're green. Are you sick?โ โIt's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,โ I say. โIt's meant to be pretty,โ whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, โI think you'd be pretty in any color.
Suzanne CollinsThat's when I hear the scream. So full of fear and pain it ices my blood. And so familiar. I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her. I run wildly in the direction of the voice, heedless of danger, ripping through vines and branches, through anything that keeps me from reaching her. From reaching my little sister.
Suzanne Collinsmaybe it's that we are all so starved for something good to happen that we want to be a part of it.
Suzanne CollinsSo, hereโs what you do. You win, you go home. She canโt turn you down then, eh?โ says Caesar encouragingly. โI donโt think itโs going to work out. Winningโฆwonโt help in my case,โ says Peeta. โWhy ever not?โ says Caesar, mystified. Peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. โBecauseโฆbecauseโฆshe came here with me.
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