Just One More Thing. I Kill Snow.

Because Something Is Significantly Wrong With A Creature That Sacrifices Its Children’s Lives To Settle Its Differences.

I Reach For Prim In The Twilight, Clamp My Hand On Her Leg And Pull Myself Over To Her. Her Voice Remains Steady As She Croons To Buttercup. "it's All Right, Baby, It's All Right. We'll Be Ok Down There." My Mother Wraps Her Arms Around Us. I Allow Myself To Feel Young For A Moment And Rest My Head On Her Shoulder.

Whenever I Write A Story, I Hope It Appeals To Both Boys And Girls.

You're Not Going To Die. I Forbid It. All Right?" "all Right," He Whispers.

Someone Ought To Get Haymitch A Drink.