My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.
Suzanne CollinsI'm sure they didn't notice anything but you. You should wear flames more often," he says. "They suit you.
Suzanne CollinsImpulsively, I lean forward and kiss him, stopping his word. This is probably overdue anyway since he’s right, we are supposed to be madly in love.
Suzanne CollinsI guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.
Suzanne CollinsAnd while I was talking, the idea of actually losing Peeta hit me again and I realized how much I don't want him to die. And it's not about the sponsors. And it's not about what will happen when we get home. And it's not just that I don't want to be alone. It's him. I do not want to lose the boy with the bread.
Suzanne Collins