“Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back, but I don't… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“When I finally begin to surface into the sterile hospital room in 13, I remember. I was under the influence of sleep… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“Always. In the twilight of the morphling, Peeta whispers the word and I go searching for him. It's a gauzy, violet-tinted world,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
