Sunrise on the Reaping (The Hunger Games, #0.5)

by Suzanne Collins

You stay alive, play your songs, love your people, live the best life you can. And I’ll be there in the Meadow waiting for you. It’s a promise. Okay?”

“Lenore Dove, I love you like all-fire. That’s for always.” “I love you like all-fire, too. You and no one else. Just like my geese, I mate for life. And then some. Forever.”

There is no one to comfort, to ease out of this world. Ampert’s been swallowed up by the Capitol, and his coffin will hold only these pearly white bones.