I'm on a frosting sailboat, tossed around by blue-green waves, the deck shifting beneath my feet.

But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

For a second, I'm afraid he's dying. I have to remind myself that I don't care.

No wonder I won the Games. NO decent person ever does.

Is that why you hate me?" I ask. "Partly," She admits. "Jealousy is certainly involved. I also think you're a little hard to swallow. With your tacky romantic drama and your defender-of-the-helpless act. Only it isn't an act, which makes you more unbearable. Please feel free to take this personally.

While you live, the revolution lives

My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home is District Twelve. Peeta was taken prisoner. He is thought to be dead. Most likely is dead. It would probably be best if he were dead... - Katniss EverdeenS