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The Eleventh Plague hits disturbingly close to home An excellent, taut debut novel.

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
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Hartford
Connecticut
Suzanne Marie Collins
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Thinking like your prey. . . that's where you find their vulnerabilities.
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People don't need wings to survive Mockingjays do.
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Upon this crown my pledge I give, To my last breath,I hold this choice, I will your unjust deaths avenge, All here who died without a voice.
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Peeta rinses the pearl off in the water and hands it to me. “For you.” I hold it out on my palm and examine its iridescent surface in the sunlight. Yes, I will keep it. For the few remaining hours of my life I will keep it close. This last gift from Peeta. The only one I can really accept. Perhaps it will give me strength in the final moments.
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Warmblood now a bloodborne death, Will rob your body of it's breath Mark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
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I'm running on hate. When the energy from that ebbs I'll be worthless.
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Instead, I watch myself get shot on television.
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He’s dozed off again, but I kiss him awake, which seems to startle him. Then he smiles as if he’d be happy to lie there gazing at me forever.
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Suddenly I am furious, that with my life on the line, they don’t even have the decency to pay attention to me. That I’m being upstaged by a dead pig.
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I’m in a shallow hole, not filled with the humming orange bubbles of my hallucination but with old, dead leaves.
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I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says.
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My voice, at first rough and breaking on the high notes, warms up into something splendid. A voice that would make the mockingjays fall silent and then tumble over themselves to join in.
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Because it doesn't matter anymore, and because I'm so desperately lonely I can't stand it.
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But I don't know what to him about the aftermath of killing a person. About how they never leave you.
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Well, I don't have much competition here. You don't have much competition anywhere.
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I miss him so badly it hurts.
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I take a few breaths to calm myself, step back, and lift Buttercup by the scruff of the neck. I should've drowned you when I had the chance. His ears flatten and he raises a paw. I hiss before he gets a chance, which seems to annoy him a little, since he considers hissing his own personal sound of contempt.
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Never underestimate the power of a brillian stylist.
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That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.
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