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

by Suzanne Collins

The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.

You are on a high horse, mister. And someday someone will knock you off it straight into your grave.

“Snow lands on top.”

Fire is catching,

Somewhere, Beetee’s heart breaks into fragments so small it can never be repaired.

And then she’s gone to wherever people go when they die.

Maysilee leaves the world the way she wanted, wounded but not bowed.

Good-bye, Maysilee Donner, who I loathed, then grudgingly respected, then loved.

A sister is someone you fight with and fight for. Tooth and nail.

I would welcome death, if it wasn’t for my promise to Lenore Dove that I would somehow keep the sun from rising on the reaping.

Nothing you can take from me was ever worth keeping, and she is the most precious thing I’ve ever known.