Jacob Blott

“I become intensely aware of the three of us, huddled around this tree, the last trio of human heartbeats in the arena. Sad, desperate, but also a rare moment of district unity in the Games. You know what would make it even better? I drop a handful of chocolate balls into the night. A startled sound.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“Shh, it’s more fun when she blows shit up,” Ridoc whispers.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Onyx Storm