Oh, well. At least my blood is flowing.

Because something is significantly wrong with a creature that sacrifices its children's lives to settle its differences. You can spin it any way you like... But in the end, who does it benefit? No one. The truth is, it benefits no one to live in a world where these things happen

When I break into the clearing, she's on the ground, hopelessly entangled in a net. She just has the time to reach her hand through the mesh and say my name before the spear enters her body.

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun.

It'd be better if he were easier to hate.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead