Her name's Prim. She's just twelve. And I love her more than anything. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“I protect Prim in every way I can, but I'm powerless against the reaping.” — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
How could I leave Prim, who is the only person in the world I’m certain I love? — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
So, what do you think they'll do to him?" I ask. Prim sounds about a thousand years old when she speaks. "Whatever… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“There's something else there as well, something entirely her own. An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Prim. I need only to think of Prim and all my resolve disintegrates. It’s my job to protect her. I pull the… — 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… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
