The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (The Hunger Games, #0)

by Suzanne Collins

And then that would be forgotten, too. Good-bye, Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you.

They were surprisingly compatible. At times, he almost forgot old Plinth was district. Almost.

“Not in the districts. In the Hunger Games,” Snow corrected him. “I have you to thank for that. After all, you’re responsible for them.” “Oh, I think half the credit for that goes to your father,” said the dean.

She could fly around District 12 all she liked, but she and her mockingjays could never harm him again.

And he didn’t like love, the way it had made him feel stupid and vulnerable.

Although he couldn’t help hoping that, as the dean drew his final breath, he’d realize what so many others had realized when they’d challenged him. What all of Panem would know one day. What was inevitable. Snow lands on