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MANIA
we were never supposed to make it half this far...
RISEN FROM THE RUIN AND RUBBLEOF THE 73RD HUNGER GAMES, Alecto Heller knows she should be content now that she's walked home with the crown and insurmountable respect for the glory she'd brought back to District 2. But she isn't.
Underneath the halo of victory, behind the laurel wreaths and the shiny, killer smiles, Alecto Heller dragged home more personal ghosts than a 17 year old girl should be carrying. All her life, she'd been forged into the shape of a killer—but the act of killing, taking a human life, is not the same as driving a spear through a training dummy. That is the first lesson she learns. The second casualty of the Games is innocence—the first is freedom. Every night that passes never gets easier. The nightmares keep coming, the sudden fits of blinding rage washing over her with such a vicious fury doesn't cease, and every time she closes her eyes, the faces that appear behind her eyelids can't stop dripping with blood. Blood and guts and the smell of despair. Why should she be content? How can she be content when the Games have taken so much from her?
