Catching Fire (The Hunger Games, #2)

by Suzanne Collins

Who brought Peeta back from the dead.

I keep waiting for it to reach us but it never does.

The left side of his face has sagged, as if every muscle in it has died.

oitnb DUUUUUPE

so senseless, I can’t even move to stop it. Mags hauls herself up, plants a kiss on Finnick’s lips, and then hobbles straight into the fog. Immediately, her body is seized by wild contortions and she falls to the ground in a horrible dance.

This is where and how and when we all die,

You’re the healer.” That’s a joke,

now is not the moment to ask.

Everything about her speaks of waste — her body, her life, the vacant look in her eyes.

the cannon fires. The grip on my hand releases.

The least I can do is give him the privacy to mourn her.

Haymitch. What I wouldn’t give for five minutes of conversation with him.

Finnick Odair is all right.

Wiress, you were right,”

There’s something odd about Johanna not putting this together.

I don’t care if you are knocked up, I’ll rip your throat out,”

Not after all he’s done for Peeta.

I go back to imagining killing the president.

victors are trying to keep him alive, even if it means sacrificing themselves.

For one thing, that’s my job. For another, it doesn’t make sense.

From reaching my little sister.

“Oh, Finnick, you don’t think they . . .” “Yes. I do. That’s exactly what I think,”

trying to block out the excruciating sounds of Prim, Gale, my mother, Madge, Rory, Vick, even Posy, helpless little Posy.

twilight.

“it’s no use pretending we don’t know what the other one is trying to do.”

You’re my whole life,” he says. “I would never be happy again.”

A place like the meadow in the song I sang to Rue as she died. Where Peeta’s child could be safe.

we’re working at such cross-purposes when it comes to who should survive these Games.

There can only be one victor and it has to be Peeta.

For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close.

Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.

my greatest opponent, the person who would keep me alive at his own expense.

hand in hand, wordless.

my mother and Prim will know to return it to Peeta before they bury my body.

I’m not Wiress, anyway. I’m not Nuts.

The alliance is over.

Finnick and Johanna must have had an agreement to turn on us tonight.

At least not through my head.

Right before the explosions begin, I find a star.

The symbol of the rebellion.

I will never get him back. So then dead is best.

I think I hate him even more than I do Haymitch.

“Katniss, there is no District Twelve.”