If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

Yes, everyone in the districts will be watching me to see how I handle this death sentence, this final act of President Snow’s dominance. They will be looking for some sign that their battles have not been in vain. If I can make it clear that I’m still defying the Capitol right up to the end, the Capitol will have killed me…but not my spirit. What better way to give hope to the rebels?

I can feel Peeta press his forehead into my temple and he asks, 'So now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?' I turn into him. 'Put you somewhere you can't get hurt.

The morphlings from District 6 are in the camouflage station, painting each other's faces with bright pink swirls.

Gale and I were thrown together by a mutual need to survive. Peeta and I know the other's survival means our own death. How do you side step that?

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