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Finally, Plutarch Heavensbee, the Head Gamemaker who had organized the rebels in the Capitol, threw up his hands.

I don't see that it makes much difference. They'll still be 100% as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.

Now comes a truly fantastic montage of the battle.

Our part of District 12, nicknamed the Seam, is usually crawling with coal miners heading out to the morning shift at this hour.

As if on cue, Haymitch falls off the stage, and they groan comically.

condition of the coal mines. A squad of Peacekeepers checking for returning refugees.

We are what no one wants to miss at the party. I act delighted, but I have zero interest in these Capitol people. They are only distractions from the food.

Clearly, her scent was not on the paper. So, you wrote the proposal alone?" "I did." There was no point in lying. Lying had probably killed Clemensia.

Why? The ease with which he manipulates words is his greatest talent. Was his difficulty a result of his torture? Something more? Like madness?

Peeta. On the rooftop the night before our first Hunger Games. He understood it all before we'd even set foot in the arena.

Cinna, being dragged, bloody and unconscious, from the Launch Room before the Games.

Gregor looked at the girl's face and could tell by her arrogant expression that there had been no luck involved at all.

And you were pretty good, too, with the love-crazed schoolgirl bit.

I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me. And eventually his lips.

hard time adjusting to being underground so much. But after the surreal encounter with the

head, some at least thirty stories and finished in artful peaks and

Games to make fresh the memory of those killed by the districts' rebellion.

I no longer feel allegiance to these monsters called human beings, despise being one myself. I think that Peeta was onto something about us destroying one another and letting some decent species take over.

You know, I think I show a lot of promise," I say. "Get dressed, you worthless thing," he says, tossing a bundle of clothes at me.

countering him. The call does happen, a decision is made, and by evening I'm suited up in my Mockingjay outfit, with my bow slung over my shoulder and an earpiece that connects

I volunteer!" I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!

I dropped my gaze, embarrassed, and that's when I saw it. The first dandelion of the year.

where he became Panem's newest, if not shiniest, Peacekeeper.

whistle a birdcall. The mockingjay cocks its head and whistles the call right back at me. Then, to my surprise, Pollux whistles a few notes of his own. The bird answers him immediately.