Well, don't expect us to be too impressed. We just saw Finnick Odair in his underwear.

Want a sugar cube?" he asks in his old seductive voice. That's how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. "Here, it improves the taste," he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes into my cup.

The only thing worse than fighting a giant scorpion was fighting a giant scorpion who was trying to protect her young.

I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?” “It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say. “It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.

How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love?

They can pump whatever they want into my arm but it takes more than that to keep a person going once she's lost the will to live.