“I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire. (…) Where are you? I can still make no sense of my surroundings. Where are you?! I demand an answer from myself and slowly the world comes into focus. Blue water. Pink sky. White-hot sun beating down. All right, there’s the Cornucopia, the shining gold metal horn, about forty yards away. At first, it appears to be sitting on a circular island. But on closer examination, I see the thin strips of land radiating from the circle like the spokes on a wheel. I think there are ten to twelve, and they seem equidistant from one another. Between the spokes, all is water. Water and a pair of tributes.”

The games may be over, but the battle has just begun. They defied the capitol. They sparked a rebellion. Now they’re being forced back into the arena. Tick-Tock, this is a clock. — Catching Fire, 2012.

boldindeed:

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“My nightmares are usually about losing you.”

“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on.

I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.