I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.

I sit back on my bed cross-legged and find myself rubbing the smooth iridescent surface of the pearl back and forth against my lips. For some reason, it’s soothing. A cool kiss

In really bad times, the hungriest would gather at his door at nightfall, vying for the chance to earn a few coins to feed their families by selling their bodies. Had I been older when my father died, I might have been among them. Instead I learned to hunt.

Did you love Annie right away, Finnick?" I ask. "No." A long time passes before he adds, "She crept up on me.

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

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.