Izzabella

“Where's your boyfriend, District 12? Still hanging on?" She asks.
Well, as long as we're talking I'm alive. "He's out there now. Hunting Cato," I snarl at her. Then I scream at the top of my lungs. "Peeta!"
Clove jams her fist into my windpipe, very effectively cutting off my voice. But her head's whipping from side to side, and I know for a moment she's at least considering I'm telling the truth. Since no Peeta appears to save me, she turns back to me.
"Liar," she says with a grin. "He's nearly dead. Cato knows where he cut him. You've probably got him strapped up in some tree while you try to keep his heart going. What's in the pretty little backpack? That medicine for Lover Boy? Too bad he'll never get it.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him. In a moment, he will realize it's futile, she can't be saved.”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“We're gonna kill you. Just like we did your pathetic little ally... what was her name? Rue? Well first Rue, then, you, and I think we'll just let nature take care of Lover Boy. How's that sound?”
― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“I strive to get what I want and people have always said I am a monster in that department, but that is always said about us ladies who grasp for our own strength.”
― Julie Andrews Edwards