Nicole

“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

“Wind does not discriminate—it touches everyone, everything. He liked that about wind.”
― Lish McBride, Necromancing the Stone

“She hated their new nickname. It made them sound like deranged Barbie dolls.”
― Sara Shepard, Heartless

“Now, once again, 2 students left. But of course they're a part of you now.”
― Koushun Takami, Battle Royale