Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.

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.

My mother says healers are born, not made.

You’ve got about as much charm as a dead slug.

Oh, that I do know...Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without.

Obviously this person's a hazard. Stupid people are dangerous.

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.