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.

He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.

Telling a story in a futuristic world gives you this freedom to explore things that bother you in contemporary times.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

They can't hurt me. I'm not like the rest of you. There's no one left I love.

Jackson has devised a game called "Real or Not Real" to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it's true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation.

Of course you are. The tributes were necessary to the Games, too. Until they weren't," I say. "And then we were very disposable - right, Plutarch?