Safety is an illusion. Fear is an illusion. And I'm starting to wonder if death is an illusion, too. My name is Clove Mellark. I'm sixteen years old and I won the Ninety-ninth Hunger Games. I'm seen throughout Panem as the Girl on Fire, having taken the title from my mom while in the arena. I paid a terrible price for winning. My ally that I had sworn to protect and keep alive is dead. I'm a murderer. Flashbacks plague my mind every time I close my eyes. Nightmares take over my once peaceful sleep. There's only one person that can take it all away. Mom says it's like that for every victor. Mom has Dad. Annie had Finnick. I have Finn. But who knew Finn and I's lives would change forever at the announcement of the fourth Quarter Quell? Will the Girl on Fire be extinguished, or will she keep burning?