I merely feel emptyness. A hollow of dead brush where flowers use to bloom.

so people really do tear out their hair and beat the ground with their fists

Hey, Effie, watch this!" says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean whit his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, "We miss you, Effie!

But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."

Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.

The hatred I feel for him, for the phantom girl, for everything, is so real and immediate it chokes me. Gale is mine. I am his. Anything else is unthinkable. Why did it take him being whipped within an inch of his life to see it?

One slip. One slip in thousands. The odds had been entirely in her favor. But it hadn't mattered.