#kat

My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #burn #dead #end #fire

Just one more thing. I kill Snow. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#the-hunger-games-trilogy #katniss

I think you glow more when you embarrassed. Maybe that's how you blush. ↗

— Kat Falls

#gemma-straid #kat-falls #rip-tide #ty-townsend #life

When I was skating you had to participate in every thing. ↗

— Eric Heiden

#had #i #participate #skating #thing

Don't. Don't let's pretend when there's no one around. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #pretend #relationships #the-hunger-games

Lean down a minute first,” he says. “Need to tell you something.” I lean over and put my good ear to his lips, which tickle as he whispers. “Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.” I jerk my head back but end up laughing. “Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love

A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#katniss #madge #rebellion #songbird #rebellion

How did your mother die?” asked Delk. “Car accident,” Katie replied, gazing out over the water. “She’d been to mass. A tire blew on the way home, and she was gone. I was nineteen, Pather’s age, when it happened. My brother was only eleven.” She paused. “I do know what you’re going through.” Katie looked at her. “Pather told you?” Katie nodded. Delk was glad Pather had told his sister; she was relieved not to have to tell the story again. “Does it ever . . . you know . . . get any better?” Katie shrugged her narrow shoulders and smiled. “In some ways it does, but it’s a bit like running a long race with a rock in your shoe. You get used to it, but it always hurts a little. ↗

— Suzanne Supplee

#delk #family #katie #mother #when-irish-guys-are-smiling

I will always catch you when you fall ↗

— Lauren Kate

#kate