Catching Fire (Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

I am going back into the arena.

“You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,”

“Having an eye for beauty isn’t the same thing as a weakness,” Peeta points out. “Except possibly when it comes to you.”

“Her death was the most despicable, wasn’t it?” “None of them were very pretty,” I say, thinking of Glimmer’s and Cato’s ends.

“I just want to spend every possible minute of the rest of my life with you,” Peeta replies.

“I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now, and live in it for ever,” he says.

the president turning my bridal gown into my shroud,

I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

A sickeningly sweet odour begins to invade my nostrils and I reach for the others, shouting for them to wake up. In the few seconds it takes to rouse them, I begin to blister.

“Whole country in rebellion? Wouldn’t want anything like that!”

Plutarch Heavensbee has been, for several years, part of an undercover group aiming to overthrow the Capitol.

We are currently on a very roundabout journey to District 13. Meanwhile, most of the districts in Panem are in full-scale rebellion.

“We had to save you because you’re the mockingjay, Katniss,” says Plutarch.

I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol’s plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

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