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Not a bad poster, all in all. Snatches of sleep breed nightmares, and the dawn finds me weak and weary, like the guy in Lenore Dove’s poem. The arena leaves no time to properly grieve anyone and I’m left feeling cheated, shallow, and coldhearted. Louella, Ampert, Maysilee, everybody deserves far better. I just can’t generate…

I can barely hear her whisper. “One of us has to win this thing.” My eyes travel up the long stems to the arrow-shaped leaves, the white petals, concealing us from Capitol cameras. “Why’s that?” I whisper back. “One of us has to be the worst victor in history. Tear up their scripts, tear down…

We take inventory of our stuff, which seems fruitless until I spy the wineglass. I remember how the juice filled the entire stem. “How attached are you to this?” “Less attached than I am to water,” says Maysilee. Placing the glass carefully on the log, I chop off the base and the bowl, leaving a…

Maysilee drains some of the liquid into a heart-shaped glass vial that hangs from one of her necklaces. “It’s designed for perfume, so it’s got a good tight lid to prevent evaporation. Just wish it held more.” She twists the tiny lid back on the heart. “How’d she die anyway? Lou Lou?” “Inhaling bee balm,”…

“No idea. Never had one.” She holds one out to me. “Suck on it for a bit, get the salt out. There’s a pit inside.” I place one on my tongue, assessing the smooth skin, the strange rich taste, tangy and metallic. “Not bad.” She deposits two more in my palm. I savor each one,…

“But he does. All the male Careers are dead, Haymitch.” Maysilee loads her blowgun. “That’s either Hull or Buck.” I pull my knife and my ax. “Let’s go.” I ditch my pack in a patch of katniss and we take off toward the disturbance. I can’t shake the image of those baby mutts from my…

What would Beetee do? For starters, he’d get me to the generator. He said it was at the top of the arena, and I must be close. The first thing will be to make it all the way north and find some way to break through the arena wall. I don’t even know if that’s…

“Oh, I’ve got piles of food, but tragically, no silverware.” One side of her mouth curls up. She pulls a pocketknife and a fork twisted out of a piece of wire from her pocket. “We’re covered.” “Well, that’s a game changer. Are you free for dinner? Because I’m in possession of two very fine potatoes….

“You did great. I don’t know how you remembered them all.” “I focus on their colors. No more purple, no more electric blue, no more orange, or peach, or yellow. And just a smattering of the rest of us.” “Only two Careers left, though,” I say. “Wyatt would like those odds.” At the mention of…

One hundred thirty-six, one hundred thirty-seven – “Haymitch!” I hear Ampert cry out. “Catch!” He releases the torch, which scatters the bat formation for a second, and I somehow manage to grab it. With my free hand, I begin to scale the ladder, waving the fire above my head. But these are no butterflies, simple…