Deep In The Meadow , Under The

You Don’t Forget The Face Of The Person Who Was Your Last Hope.

I Just...i Just Miss Him. And I Hate Being So Alone.

But In My Head I Can Hear Haymitch's Smug, If Slightly Exasperated, Words: "yes, That's What I'm Looking For, Sweetheart.

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.

I Always Channel My Emotions Into My Work. That Way, I Don't Hurt Anyone But Myself.