Novel & Cerita Hunger Games Book 1 Quotes

I read the first quote I can find: “I think that one of these days… You’re going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you’ve got to start going there. But immediately. You can’t afford to lose a minute. Not you.” One of the boxes topples over, frightening the shit out of me. I let the book fall to the ground, fearing that I’m not the only one in the room. Goosebumps are forming on my bare arms and legs, and my breathing becomes labored.

It would burn first once the match is lit,' Fareedah says. Saelyna purses her lips, the way she does when she's getting impatient. 'If this book is as…regnant as she says,' I point out, 'Then it would not easily be discarded, would it? I just say we cast around for it'. Fareedah takes a look at Saelyna, a hint of worry lining her brows but she nods all the same and begins scanning the surroundings. 'Hares, I hope this is worth it,' Quain grumbles and turns back to the ground. 'You don't have to do this, you know,' Saelyna says, 'Any of you'. 'Yet,' Fareedah replies, picking up a slab of wood with a thoughtful look, 'Here we are'. 'Where's your joy, Quain, it's just like hunting for walnuts!'

Kyle~ Everything hurts. My bones. My muscles. The light in my eyes. Light. Light? I felt around me and realized I was lying flat on something itchy. Flickering my eyes open slowly I began to register - I was outside. It was daylight. I was… on grass. My eyes adjusted and I sat up stiffly, everything aching beyond belief. “What in the Hunger Games is this?” I asked no one, my voice gravelly. When did I last speak?

she shouted after me. I pretended not to hear just so she would shut the hell up. I stretched out on the lounger by the poolside, sipping a giant cup of pineapple juice while I read the first book of The Hunger Games. The house was empty and quiet since Alessia and Natalia had left to go shopping earlier.

Raven whispered, her voice trembling. She picked up the first letter. The handwriting was elegant, slanted. "To my little bird," Raven read aloud. "If you are reading this, the shadows have already grown long. They will tell you I am dead. They will tell you a wolf took my life. They will use my death to plant hatred in your heart, because hatred is the only thing that can feed the First Hunger." Raven looked up at Jax. Jax’s face was white. He looked like he had seen a ghost.

"But fight while alive. Fight while strong. Starving yourself isn't rebellion, Desiree. It's surrender." I hate that he's right. Hate that his words make sense. Hate that somewhere beneath the rage and grief, a tiny part of me, the part that survived the battle, that crawled through mud to reach my father, wants to live. My hand shakes as I reach for the bread. Our fingers brush, and the bond hums with approval. I jerk away, taking the food with me. "This doesn't mean anything," I say around the first bite. Moon above, it tastes like heaven.

Glassy, fever-bright, but hers. “I told you,” she whispered, and there was something in her voice that wasn’t her voice. A second note beneath the first, colder than winter, older than gods. My stomach turned to iron. “Tell me what’s in you.” Her throat worked, and when she spoke, the cavern seemed to listen. “The First Hunger.” The words were smoke and ash and starlight, and they hung between us like a blade. I wanted to deny it. Wanted to believe it was impossible. But I’d seen the way the void vanished, the way the tether snapped when she pulled it in. She hadn’t closed the rift. She’d devoured it.

But she never listened when I asked her to leave me in the dark. “Lucien,” she said, her tone low but steady. “You’re pacing holes in the floor.” I froze, swallowing hard. My throat was dry, my hands clenched. “I can’t go back into that place like this.” Her eyes narrowed, flames shimmering faintly across her skin. “Like what?” “Starving,” I admitted. The word came out raw, broken. “The hunger’s worse. Every time I think about the academy, about the Interregnum, about the knives we can’t see, I want to sink my fangs into something and not stop.”

Mara leaned closer to me, whispering, “You don’t have to.” Maya whispered louder, “But it would be legendary.” I closed my eyes for half a second hoping Ivy would scream and call me stupid but she was silent. However, for the first time, hunger wasn’t just pain. It was energy. It was something alive, something mine. I opened my eyes. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll do it.” The man’s face lit up like he’d just won the lottery. “But,” I added, lifting a finger, “I don’t do cheering. I don’t do crowds touching me. And if anyone calls me ‘cute’ while I’m eating, I will break their jaw.”

The First Heir lunged violently. Silver power exploded from her body. “STOP TALKING!” The Hunger blocked the attack effortlessly. Darkness swallowed the silver light whole. My breath caught. Impossible. Flash The First Heir kneeling alone in darkness. Starving. Crying. Broken. Then the Hunger whispering softly: “Let me carry the pain.” Silver light dimming. Silence. Present I froze. No. The Hunger looked at me carefully. “She understands.” The First Heir looked horrified. “Don’t listen to it!”