I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I thinks she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

When you're in the arena...you just remember who the enemy is" - Haymitch

I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia

There's no going back. So we might as well get on with things.

There was no discussion between them; it was as if the bugs had worked out this whole scenario long ago. Temp put on a burst of speed for the end of the bridge, and Tick turned to face down the army of rats alone.

Don't let him take you from me.