What happens when we get back? I don't know. I guess we try and forget. I don't want to forget.

Katniss, I don't think President Snow will kill Peeta. If he does, he won't have any way to hurt you." "So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. "Whatever it takes to break you.

Just because people starve in a book, doesn't mean that we will starve in the future.

Orange? Like Effie's hair?" I say. "A bit more muted," he says. "More like sunset.

In other words, I step out of line and we're all dead.

Allow me to translate, Twitchtip said, not even bothering to move. "She said if you don't stop your incessant babble, that big rat sitting in the boat next to you will rip your head off.

The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home An excellent, taut debut novel.