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I could point out that Ampert will never see his father again, but I’ve already exceeded my meanness quota for the day. It’s kinder to humor him. I take a safety pin from my overalls and hold it out. “Try that, buddy.” His face lights up like he just got a new toy. He pops…

Ryan Girl Kerna Boy Clayton Girl Midge DISTRICT 10 Boy Buck Girl Lannie Boy Stamp Girl Peeler DISTRICT 11 Boy Hull >

Girl Chicory Boy Tile Girl Blossom DISTRICT 12 Boy Wyatt Girl Maysilee Boy Haymitch Girl Louella Forty-eight kids. Minus one. I will never remember all of their names. Doubt they will remember mine. There are just too many of us. A boy in electric-blue coveralls, about Sid’s size, comes up to me, his handcuffs jingling…

Boy Janus Girl Nona DISTRICT 3 Boy Ampert Girl Dio Boy Lect Girl Coil DISTRICT 4 Boy Urchin Girl Barba Boy Angler >

“Got me beat there,” I have to admit. “And nobody tells them what to say. That bird is who I want to be when I grow up. Someone who says whatever they think is right, no matter what.” No matter what. That’s the part I’m worried about. That she might be saying something rash. Or…

My escape path leads me farther down the avenue toward the president’s mansion. Several of the chariots are pulled over along the parade route. It’s a clear shot to the mansion, but I’ll never make it. The Peacekeepers’ shouts get closer. Louella’s growing heavy. My toes blister in the tight boots. My chest aches and…

We hightail it out of there and into the waiting van, which speeds through the Capitol streets, horn blaring. It’s not enough to drown out a booming version of the anthem, which they must be blasting out citywide. The Hunger Games opening ceremonies have begun without us. As the anthem ends, we screech to a…

“Forty-one, minus the Booker Boy fee.” “Guess you are a long shot, for your pa to hold you so cheap,” I say. “Never pretended otherwise.” Wyatt turns and walks over to our van, one of the few still left in the stable. “Boy, that was mean, even by my standards,” Maysilee says to me. “You…

I watch, both fascinated and sickened by the flawless transition from Maysilee’s drawing to Wyatt’s and mine. Not even a hint of Woodbine’s shooting or the turmoil that followed. And there’s my name, and there’s me, and there’s Ma gasping, Sid crying, Lenore Dove with her hand clasped over her mouth. “That’s not what happened,”…

I recognize Juvenia, the District 1 escort who Drusilla sneered at, tentatively descending the train steps in snakeskin boots. Behind her come her four tributes, cuffed and chained together, towering over their Peacekeepers. When the car door shuts behind them, the boy bringing up the rear suddenly turns and kicks the window. The glass shatters…