A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control. Now, I'm not saying you shouldn't have a… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
That's very funny," says Peeta. Suddenly he lashes out at the glass in Haymitch's hand. It shatters on the floor, sending the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I thought he wanted it, anyway," I say. "Not like this," Haymitch says. "He wanted it to be real. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Shame isn't a strong enough word for what I feel. "You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,"… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I look at Peeta and he gives me a sad smile. I hear Haymitch's voice. "You could do a lot worse." At… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Yeah, we wouldn't want to lose our little Mockingjay when she's finally begun to sing. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I know we promised Haymitch, we'd do exactly what they said, but I don't think he considered this angle.' 'Where is Haymitch,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
You and me Haymitch.Very cozy.Picnics, birthdays, long winter nights sitting around the fire retelling old Hunger Games tale. -Peeta Mellark — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then I know Prim is right, that Snow cannot afford to waste Peeta's life, especially now, while the Mockingjay causes so much… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I know. I was hoping," I say. "Exactly. Because you're desperate," says Haymitch. I don't argue because, of course, he's right. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So at least half the victors have instructed their mentors to request you as an ally. I know it can't be your… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Remembering from last year how Haymitch's gifts are often timed to send a message, I make a note to myself. Be friends… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I think of the snarling, cruel exchange back on the hovercraft. The bitterness that followed. But all I say is "I can't… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Peeta smiles and douses Haymitch's knife in white liquor from a bottle on the floor. He wipes the blade clean on his… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!” There‘s dead silence on the set. It goes on.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
My death could, in fact, save him. If it can't, no matter. It's enough to die of spite. To punish Haymitch, who,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Here's some advice. Stay alive," says Haymitch, and then bursts out laughing. I exchange a look with Peeta before I remember that… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So it's you and a syringe against the Capitol? See, this is why no one lets you make the plans. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But in my head I can hear Haymitch's smug, if slightly exasperated, words: "Yes, that's what I'm looking for, sweetheart. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
No one really needs me," he says, and there is no self-pity in his voice. It's true his family doesn't need him.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
