The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Crying is not an option.

Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.

Most of the Peacekeepers turn a blind eye to the few of us who hunt because they're as hungry as we are for fresh meat as anyone. In fact, they're among our best customers.

hey. I just wanted to make sure you got home," I say. "Katniss, I live three houses away from you," he says.

I never see these things coming. They happen too fast. One second you're proposing an escape plan and the next...

I must have loved you a lot.