Peeta crouches down on the other side of her and strokes her hair. When he begins to speak in a soft voice,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
He tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Cleaning me up is just a preliminary step to determining my new look. With my acid-damaged hair, sunburned skin, and ugly scars,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Then it’s just Venia, whose skin is so pale her tattoos appear to be leaping off it. Almost rigid with determination, she… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
I go to the saltwater and wash off the blood, trying to decide which I hate more, pain or itching. Fed up,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The heat of the bread burned into my skin, but I clutched it tighter, clinging to life. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
When I wake, I have a brief, delicious feeling of happiness that is somehow connected with Peeta. Happiness, of course, is a… — 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
