Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly. "What?" I ask. "Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I'm so sorry," I whisper. I lean forward and kiss him. His eyelashes flutter and he looks at me through a haze… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Not if we blow it up," Gale says brusquely. His intent, his full intent, becomes clear. Gale has no interest in preserving… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
