The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.

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

Most rats read. Our frustration is, we cannot hold a pen to write.

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

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

Remember, we're madly in love, so it's all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.