Mockingjay (The Hunger Games)

By Suzanne Collins

The 3rd e-book in Suzanne Collins's extraordinary and around the world bestselling starvation video games trilogy is now on hand in paperback.

"My identify is Katniss Everdeen. Why am I now not lifeless? I might be dead."

Katniss Everdeen, woman on hearth, has survived, although her domestic has been destroyed. There are rebels. There are new leaders. A revolution is unfolding.

District thirteen has pop out of the shadows and is plotting to overthrow the Capitol. even though she's lengthy been part of the revolution, Katniss hasn't identified it. Now it appears every person has had a hand within the rigorously laid plans yet her.

The good fortune of the uprising hinges on Katniss's willingness to be a pawn, to just accept accountability for numerous lives, and to alter the process the way forward for Panem. to do that, she needs to set aside her emotions of anger and mistrust. She needs to turn into the rebels' Mockingjay - it doesn't matter what the cost.

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A wave? A laser? guns fall from their fingers, hands grab their faces, as blood sprays from all seen orifices—eyes, noses, mouths, ears. In under a minute, everyone’s lifeless and the glow vanishes. I grit my tooth and run, jumping over the our bodies, ft slipping within the gore. The wind whips the snow into blinding swirls yet doesn’t block out the sound of one other wave of shoes headed our means. “Get down! ” I hiss at Gale. We drop the place we're. My face lands in a still-warm pool of someone’s blood, yet I play useless, stay immobile because the boots march over us. a few stay away from the our bodies. Others grind into my hand, my again, kick my head in passing. because the boots recede, I open my eyes and nod to Gale. at the subsequent block, we come upon extra terrified refugees, yet few infantrymen. simply while it kind of feels we would have stuck a holiday, there’s a cracking sound, like an egg hitting the aspect of a bowl yet magnified 1000 occasions. We cease, go searching for the pod. There’s not anything. Then i believe the ideas of my boots starting to tilt ever so a little. “Run! ” I cry to Gale. There’s no time to give an explanation for, yet in a number of seconds the character of the pod turns into transparent to every person. A seam has unfolded down the heart of the block. the 2 facets of the tiled highway are folding down like flaps, slowly emptying the folks into no matter what lies underneath. I’m torn among creating a beeline for the following intersection and attempting to get to the doorways that line the road and holiday my means right into a development. for this reason, I turn out relocating at a moderate diagonal. because the flap maintains to drop, i locate my toes scrambling, tougher and more durable, to discover buy at the slippery tiles. It’s like operating alongside the part of an icy hill that will get steeper at each step. either one of my destinations—the intersection and the buildings—are a number of toes away while i think the flap going. There’s not anything to do yet use my final seconds of connection to the tiles to push off for the intersection. As my fingers latch directly to the facet, I observe the flaps have swung directly down. My ft hang within the air, no foothold wherever. From fifty ft under, a vile stench hits my nostril, like rotted corpses in the summertime warmth. Black varieties move slowly round within the shadows, silencing whoever survives the autumn. A strangled cry comes from my throat. nobody is coming to aid me. I’m wasting my grip at the icy ledge, while I see I’m simply approximately six toes from the nook of the pod. I inch my arms alongside the ledge, attempting to block out the terrifying sounds from lower than. whilst my fingers straddle the nook, I swing my correct boot up over the facet. It catches on whatever and that i painstakingly drag myself as much as road point. Panting, trembling, I move slowly out and wrap my arm round a lamppost for an anchor, even supposing the ground’s completely flat. “Gale? ” I name into the abyss, heedless of being famous. “Gale? ” “Over the following! ” i glance in bewilderment to my left. The flap held up every little thing to the very base of the structures. A dozen or so humans made it that a ways and now dangle from no matter what offers a handhold. Doorknobs, tits, mail slots.

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