My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.

“If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my who…”

“I can't argue that Finnick isn't one of the most stunning, sensuous people on t…”

“No more fear of hunger. A new kind of freedom. But what then ... what? What wou…”

“I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my halluci…”