“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.” BookFireBirdQuoteWingsDeadEndKatnissBurnMockingjayPrim Author:Suzanne Collins
“There's something else there as well, something entirely her own. An ability to look into the confusing mess of life and see things for what they are.” LifeKatnissMockingjayPrim Book:Mockingjay Source: Mockingjay
“Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout out her name above the roar. I'm almost there, almost to the barricade when I think she hears me. Because just for a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.” Last WordsKatnissPrim Book:Mockingjay Source: Mockingjay
“Първо зървам русата плитка, която се спуска по гърба й. После, когато смъква палтото си, за да покрие едно стенещо дете, забелязвам патешката опашка, образувана от неприбраната й блуза. Реагирам по същия начин, както в деня, когато Ефи Тринкет изтегли името й по време на Жътвата. Изглежда съм се пуснала, защото осъзнавам, че съм в основата на пилона и не си спомням станалото през последните няколко секунди. После разбутвам тълпата, точно както направих предишния път. Опитвам се да изкрещя името й достатъчно силно, за да надвикам глъчката. Вече съм почти там, почти до барикадата, когато тя сякаш ме чува. Защото само за миг тя ме зърва, устните й оформят името ми. И точно тогава избухват и другите парашути.” KatnissSuzanne CollinsPrim Book:Mockingjay Source: Mockingjay