“When he[Thresh] shouts, I jump, never having heard him speak above a mutter. "What'd you do to that little girl? You kill… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Clove!" Cato's voice is much nearer now. I can tell by the pain in it that he sees her on the ground.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
WEATHERS This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
I'm not their slave," the man mutters. "I am," I say. "That's why I killed Cato... and he killed Thresh... and he… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind… — Philip Larkin Copy Share Image
