Sixty years after a virus has wiped out almost all the men on the planet, things are pretty much just as you would imagine a world run by women might be: war has ended; greed is not tolerated; the ecological needs of the planet are always put first. In two generations, the female population has grieved, pulled together and moved on, and life really is pretty good – if you’re a girl. It’s not so great if you’re a boy, but fourteen-year-old River wouldn’t know that. Until she met Mason, she thought they were basically extinct.

In this sequel to The Rain Ruby’s fight for survival continues in a world where water is deadly.

I’ll tell you a weird thing about apocalypses – a thing I didn’t even know until I was in one: they seem pretty bad, don’t they?

Well, take it from me: they can always get worse.

My name is Ruby Morris. I hate rain.

Three months after the killer rain first fell, Ruby is beginning to realise her father might be dead . . . and that she cannot survive alone. When a chance encounter lands her back in the army camp, Ruby thinks she is safe – at a price.

Being forced to live with Darius Spratt is bad enough, but if Ruby wants to stay she must keep her eyes – and her mouth – shut.

It’s not going to happen. When she realises what is going on – the army is trying to find a cure by experimenting on human subjects – Ruby flips out . . . and makes an even more shocking discovery: she’s not useless at all.

The Storm begins . . .