I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.

The more likable he is, the more deadly he is.” -Katniss Everdeen

You're alive," I whisper, pressing my palms against my cheeks, feeling the smile that's so wide it must look like a grimace. Peeta's alive.

Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends with Finnick. You'll get food.

No more kisses for you, until you have eaten !