And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today. It's a long shot, it's suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. "Don't let him take you from me." Peeta's panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. "No. I don't want to..." I clench his hands to the point of pain. "Stay with me." His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. "Always," he murmurs.
Suzanne CollinsYou never know. Say the arena's actually a giant cake-"
"Say we move on," I broke in.
He never lets go of Annie's hand. Not when they walk, not when they eat. I doubt he ever plans to.
Suzanne CollinsKatniss: 'What about you? Ive seen you in the market. You can lift hundred pound bags of flour'. I snap at him
Tell him that. Thats not nothing.
Peeta: Yes and Im sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.
They're a little strange, but I'm pretty sure neither of them is going to try to make me uncomfortable by stripping naked.
Suzanne CollinsTag: humorous
I’ve stopped talking because there’s really nothing left to say and there’s this piercing sort of pain where my heart is. Maybe I’m even having a heart attack, but it doesn’t seem worth mentioning.
Suzanne CollinsWhen you're in the arena... you just remember who the enemy is.
Suzanne CollinsHe tilts his forehead down to rest against mine and pulls me closer. His skin, his whole being radiates heat from being so near the fire, and I close my eyes, soaking in his warmth. I breathe in the smell of snow-dampened leather and smoke and apples, the smell of all those wintry days we shared before the Games. I don't try to move away. Why should I anyway? His voice drops to a whisper. "I love you." That's why.
Suzanne CollinsTag: katniss the-hunger-games catching-fire gale
I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together.
Suzanne CollinsWinning the Games will make you famous, losing will mean death.
Suzanne CollinsTag: catching-fire
« prima precedente
Pagina 47 di 120.
prossimo ultimo »
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.