“The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. “No, Katniss! No! You can’t go!” But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
