“But Mockingjays were never a weapon,” said Madge. “They’re just songbirds. Right?

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, “But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.

“Oh, my dear Miss Everdeen. I thought we had agreed not to lie to each other.”

We are unforgiving. And I love it.

trackerjabbers:

“Effie Trinket has a certain determination I have to admire.”

THE SPARK

she’s a survivor, that one.

“My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. The Capitol hates me.”

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow 
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes 
And when you awake, the sun will rise.