"I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him. His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a haze of opiates. "Hey, Catnip." "Hey, Gale," I say. "Thought you'd be gone by now," he says. My choices are simple. I can die like a quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble." "Me, too," Gale says. He just manages a smile before the drugs pull him back under.
Suzanne CollinsTaking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch โ this is the Capitolโs way of reminding us how totally we are at their mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion. Whatever words they use, the real message is clear. โLook how we take your children and sacrifice them and thereโs nothing you can do. If you lift a finger, we will destroy every last one of you. Just as we did in District Thirteen
Suzanne CollinsMy mockingjay pin now lives with Cinna's outfit, but there's the gold locket and the silver parachute with the spile and Peeta's pearl. I knot the pearl into the corner of the parachute, bury it deep in the recesses of the bag, as if it's Peeta's life and no one can take it away as long as I guard it.
Suzanne CollinsWell, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.
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