Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

I can hear President Snow's voice in my head. 'On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the capital, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.

I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevent. it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are

Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.

Do i really want him dead? What i want... what i want is to have him back.

I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dialate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.