Catching Fire

Everything seems to erupt at once. The earth explodes into showers of dirt and plant matter.…

Our full stomachs make us more uncomfortable and breathless than we were on the morning’s climb.…

Wait, there’s no ifs about that. I don’t understand what’s going on. And if I don’t,…

Prim makes a sound — such a lost, irretrievable sound — that I can’t even imagine…

A clock. I can almost see the hands ticking around the twelve-sectioned face of the arena.…

Peeta lays the morphling on the sand. She’s not even a person.  She’s “the morphling.”  She’s…

I can tell that however much he denied it during the day, the aftereffects of hitting…

Once in a blue moon, I’ve seen my mother try something similar, but not often. If…

I have less than a minute to get my bearings. Then the gong will sound and…

“You’re like a bird.” “A mockingjay, I think,” I say, giving my wings a small flap.…