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The sun persists in rising,
He jumps up, kicking his chair ten feet behind him and wielding a knife. I forgot he always sleeps with one clutched in his hand.
Any act of rebellion was purely coincidental.
you have provided a spark that, left unattended, may grow to an inferno that destroys Panem,”
Because sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.
But the Capitol won’t let him forget it this year.
Effie’s the only reason we got anywhere on time in the Capitol,
“You could do a lot worse, you know.”
And wouldn’t it be something to see the child of not one but two victors chosen for the arena? Victors’ children have been in the ring before. It always causes a lot of excitement and generates talk about how the odds are not in that family’s favor. But it happens too frequently to just be about odds.
rigs the drawings to add extra drama. Given
manners matter deeply to her.
power. For his refusal to play the Games on anyone’s terms but his own.
As far as I know, Haymitch has only been here once, when he was on his Victory Tour decades ago.
A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
needless to say the ones we gave in District 11 were edited out before the event was broadcast
the kind that go with fiddle and flute music and require a good deal of space.
“About trying to subdue things in the districts,”
Plutarch steps back and pulls out a gold watch on a chain from a vest pocket. He
It’s another mockingjay.
The meetings are supposed to be kept secret. But I thought it’d be safe to tell you.”
mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist.
While the fire catches, I sweep out the snow that has accumulated
calm myself by thinking that rebellions don’t happen in a day.
newcomer
Yes, my holding out the berries had been the spark, but I had no way to control the fire.
“Maysilee Donner. Her parents owned the sweetshop. They gave me her songbird after. A canary.”
I think of Madge’s mother. Mayor Undersee’s wife. Who spends half her life in bed immobilized with terrible pain, shutting out the world.
Of my mockingjay pin and how it means something completely different now that I know that its former owner was Madge’s aunt, Maysilee Donner, a tribute
who was murdered in the arena.
We watch from the point of view of one of the tributes as she rises up through the tube
Katniss, the girl on fire, has left behind her flickering flames and bejeweled gowns and soft candlelight frocks. She is as deadly as fire itself.
So the trainer has me work with flint, steel, and some charred cloth.
he keeps trying to stuff poisonous bugs in his mouth.
how pleased he was to show me the mockingjay on his watch.
“And what exactly were you trying to accomplish?” Haymitch asks in a very measured voice.
“I’m not sure. I just wanted to hold them accountable, if only for a moment,” says Peeta. “For killing that little girl.”
“So that the others will have no choice but to target you,” says Haymitch flatly.
So maybe President Snow will prefer keeping him alive, crushed and heartbroken, as a living warning to others.
Maybe this year he has only lit the fuse on a bomb that the victors themselves have been building.
We victors staged our own uprising, and maybe, just maybe, the Capitol won’t be able to contain this one.
“You just remember who the enemy is,” Haymitch tells me. “That’s all. Now go on. Get out of here.”
This is no place for a girl on fire.
Like a canary in one of your coal mines.”
Maysilee Donner’s death and my mother inheriting her songbird.
A silent canary, a spark, and nothing more.
Our canary has stopped singing.
My mouth drops open in shock. No one, ever, says anything like this in the Games. Absolutely, they’ve cut away from Johanna, are editing her out. But I have heard her and can never think about her again in the same way. She’ll never win any awards for kindness, but she certainly is gutsy. Or crazy.
But an earthquake broke a dam and most of the arena got flooded. She won because she was the best swimmer,”
If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life,”
As I drift off, I try to imagine that world, somewhere in the future, with no Games, no Capitol. A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.
