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

People don't need wings to survive" "Mockingjays do.

So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever it takes to break you.

I noticed just about every girl, but none of them made a lasting impression but you.

Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say. "For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot." This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.

Sorry excuses for hunters and friends. Both of us.

I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.