Finnick?" I say, "Maybe some pants?" He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
In one horrible moment the last piece of the prophecy became clear. So bid him take care, bid him look where he… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The sensation inside me grows warmer and spreads out from my chest down through my body out along my arms and legs… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I reach for Prim in the twilight, clamp my hand on her leg and pull myself over to her. Her voice remains… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
If I feel ragged, my prep team seems in worse condition, knocking back coffee and sharing brightly colored little pills. As far… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Something inside me twists as I remember another voice. Rue. In the arena. When I gave her the leg of groosling. “Oh,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
It's amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
A furious Peeta hammers Haymitch with the atrocity he could become party to, but I can feel Haymitch watching me. This is the moment,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“The same goes for the other captured tributes, Johanna and Enobaria.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I don't know how to say it exactly. Only...I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?' he asks. I shake my… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I want to interrupt the taping and beg Finnick’s forgiveness for every false thought I’ve ever had about him.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I pound on the glass, screaming my head off. Everyone ignores me except for some Capitol attendant who appears behind me and offers me… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“¡Es que no quiero que me conozcan! ¡Ya me están quitando el futuro! ¡No pueden llevarse también lo que me importaba en el pasado!” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
