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Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him.
The last thing I remember is an exquisitely beautiful green-and-silver moth landing on the curve of my wrist.
Transformation?
This is the first kiss where I actually feel stirring inside my chest. Warm and curious. This is the first kiss that makes me want another.
“He said, ‘See that little girl? I wanted to marry her mother, but she ran off with a coal miner,’” Peeta says.
when he sings . . . even the birds stop to listen.’”
“You don’t have much competition anywhere.”
Maybe he wasn’t always a drunk. Maybe, in the beginning, he tried to help the tributes. But then it got unbearable. It must be hell to mentor two kids and then watch them die. Year after year after year.
I know I’ll never marry, never risk bringing a child into the world. Because if there’s one thing being a victor doesn’t guarantee, it’s your children’s safety. My kids’ names would go right into the reaping balls with everyone else’s. And I swear I’ll never let that happen.
“Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed,” he says. “Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”
if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena trying to think my way out.
The awful moment of thinking Peeta’s dead again passes.
Such a continued experience for katniss
This is a very calculated look. Nothing Cinna designs is arbitrary.
He’s kissing me and all the time I’m thinking, Do you know? Do you know how much danger we’re in?
it’s no good loving me because I’m never going to get married anyway and he’d just end up hating me later instead of sooner. That if I do have feelings for him, it doesn’t matter because I’ll never be able to afford the kind of love that leads to a family, to children. And how can he? How can he after what we’ve just been through?
Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me.
