Then, in my most careful handwriting, come all the details it would be a crime to forget. Lady licking Prim's cheek. My father's laugh. Peeta's father with the cookies. The colour of Finnick's eyes. What Cinna could do with a length of silk. Boggs reprogramming the Holo. Rue poised on her toes, arms slightly extended, like a bird about to take flight. On and on. We seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their death count.
Suzanne CollinsI swear if you cry, I'll kill you here and now.' Cinna just smiles. 'Had a damp morning?' 'You could wring me out.' I reply
Suzanne CollinsPlutarch rushes to reassure me. "Oh, no, Katniss. Not your wedding. Finnick and Annie's. All you need to do is show up and pretend to be happy for them." "That's one of the few things I won't have to pretend, Plutarch," I tell him.
Suzanne CollinsI see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are
Suzanne CollinsI raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. Instead my teeth sink into flesh. I yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into Peetaโs eyes, only now they hold my gaze. Blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. โLet me go!โ I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. โI canโt,โ he says.
Suzanne Collins