✨Bell✨

“That’s when I see Lenore Dove. She’s up on a ridge, her red dress plastered to her body, one hand clutching the bag of gumdrops. As the train passes, she tilts her head back and wails her loss and rage into the wind. And even though it guts me, even though I smash my fists into the glass until they bruise, I’m grateful for her final gift. That she’s denied Plutarch the chance to broadcast our farewell. The moment our hearts shattered? It belongs to us.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“La esperanza se parece mucho al licor blanco: puede engañarte a corto plazo, pero lo más probable es que acabes pagando por ella dos veces.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“She nods and straightens up. “You and me to the end. Right, Hay?” “You and me to the end,” I promise.”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise on the Reaping

“If this is you trying to flirt with me,” he whispered, leaning in closer, “then I have to admit…it’s working.”
― I.V. Marie, Immortal Consequences