A need for revenge can burn long and hot. Especially if every glance in a mirror reinforces it.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

He wants as many victors as possible for the cameras to follow in the Capitol. Thinks it makes for better television." "Are you and Beetee going?" I ask. "As many young and attractive victors as possible," Haymitch corrects himself. "So, no. We'll be here.

You can swim, too." he says. "Where did you learn that in District Twelve?" "We have a very big bathtub.

I reach out to touch his cheek and he catches my hand and presses it against his lips.

I pull an arrow, whip the notch into place, and am about to let it fly when I'm stopped by the sight of Finnick kissing Peeta. And it's so bizarre, even for Finnick.