ll I can think about, every day, every waking minute since they drew Prim's name at the reaping, is how afraid I am.
Suzanne CollinsThen Octavia drops to her knees, rubs the hem of a skirt against her cheek, and burst into tears. "It's been so long," she gasps, "since I've seen anything pretty.
Suzanne CollinsCharred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stageโฆ Iโm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only itโs the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and thatโs when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna had turned me into a mockingjay.
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