title: The Heroes of the Ashes Book 1: The Ache Inside Part I (Volume 1)
author:  Ali Constable 
description: Ali Constable is a product of the 80's childhood she lived in the far north of Western Australia. Writing 'books' since 8 years of age she came to think of getting published as being a dream that would not be fulfilled as life seemed to get in the way. But she never stopped writing. Her characters would not stop demanding their tale be told. Finally embracing the age of epublishing Ali, who has never focused on the selling her stories, is excited to be sharing her writing with the world. She writes, as she always has, for the joy of telling a tale. Ali is a mother of 6 children ranging in ages from 3-22 years of age, and a wife to her loving hard working 'the one' for 11 years. In recent years Ali has made public her struggle with FND (Functional Neurological Disorder) and the associated symptoms in the hopes of inspiring other mothers who struggle with mental & physical illness. Ali also writes romantic fiction under a pseudonym..... *cue mysterious music*
zlib_text: **MOCKINGJAY**
  
   **SUZANNE COLLINS**
  
  ![](Images/image00162.jpeg)
  
   **SCHOLASTIC PRESS / NEW YORK**
  
   **For Cap, Charlie, and Isabel**
  
   **CONTENTS**
  
   _COVER_
  
   _DEDICATION_
  
  _PART I_
  
   _"THE ASHES"_
  
   _1_
  
   _2_
  
   _3_
  
   _4_
  
   _5_
  
   _6_
  
   _7_
  
   _8_
  
   _9_
  
   _PART II_
  
   _"THE ASSAULT"_
  
   _10_
  
   _11_
  
   _12_
  
   _13_
  
   _14_
  
   _15_
  
   _16_
  
   _17_
  
   _18_
  
   _PART III_
  
   _"THE ASSASSIN"_
  
   _19_
  
   _20_
  
   _21_
  
   _22_
  
   _23_
  
   _24_
  
   _25_
  
   _26_
  
   _27_
  
  _EPILOGUE_
  
   _ACKNOWLEDGMENTS_
  
   _ABOUT THE AUTHOR_
  
   _COPYRIGHT_
  
   **PART I**
  
   **"THE ASHES"**
  
  **1**
  
  I stare down at my shoes, watching as a fine layer of ash settles on the worn
  leather. This is where the bed I shared with my sister, Prim, stood. Over
  there was the kitchen table. The bricks of the chimney, which collapsed in a
  charred heap, provide a point of reference for the rest of the house. How else
  could I orient myself in this sea of gray?
  
  Almost nothing remains of District 12. A month ago, the Capitol's firebombs
  obliterated the poor co