I tried to control my breathing, so that the knife wouldn’t be dug further into my skin by the frantic movement of air into and out of my lungs. I looked up towards him. His eyes didn’t look angry; they looked sad. But my stomach churned at the determination behind the solemnity I saw there. The gray was unmistakably...
Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My r...
Sixteen-year-old Clove Lozier is the youngest tribute in District Two-- the first career younger than eighteen in fifty-seven years. She's prepared physically, of course- she's clever, stubborn, steadfast and the best knife-thrower at Amsteel Academy. But she isn't prepared the things the Games will bring out of her.