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“Cuz, see, colored folks fighting for what’s theirs is like a virus to white folks—and they kill a virus so it don’t spread.”
― The Reformatory
― The Reformatory
“I, uh, didn't mean to upset everyone."
"Didn't you though?" he spoke softly. "You seem to have a habit of coming in like a storm and leaving a path of destruction and confusion in your wake.”
― The Silver Siren
"Didn't you though?" he spoke softly. "You seem to have a habit of coming in like a storm and leaving a path of destruction and confusion in your wake.”
― The Silver Siren
“One thing I’ve learned,” Miz Lottie went on. “Everything seems fine until it ain’t. And then we come to see it wasn’t never ‘fine.”
― The Reformatory
― The Reformatory
“She had to go. You have to go," Silka continues. "It's the only way I get back to my people."
"We all have people," I say. "You think yours will ever be able to forget this? I know mine won't." Write me off, Sid. Disown me. Spit when you hear my name. Failing at breaking the arena is nothing in the face of this.
"I'll tell how it was, when I get home," she says.
"Oh, you're not going home, Silka." I pull the ax from my belt. We're neither of us going home. I will kill her, and Snow will kill me. These Games will have no victor.
The second Quarter Quell poster.”
― Sunrise on the Reaping
"We all have people," I say. "You think yours will ever be able to forget this? I know mine won't." Write me off, Sid. Disown me. Spit when you hear my name. Failing at breaking the arena is nothing in the face of this.
"I'll tell how it was, when I get home," she says.
"Oh, you're not going home, Silka." I pull the ax from my belt. We're neither of us going home. I will kill her, and Snow will kill me. These Games will have no victor.
The second Quarter Quell poster.”
― Sunrise on the Reaping
“Florida’s soil is soaked with so much blood, it’s a wonder the droplets don’t seep between your toes with every step, Mama used to say.”
― The Reformatory
― The Reformatory
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