Sixty years after a virus has wiped out almost all the men on the planet, 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.
One minute sixteen-year-old Ruby Morris is having her first proper snog with Caspar McCloud in a hot tub, and the next she’s being bundled inside the house, dripping wet, cold and in her underwear. Not cool.
As she and Caspar shiver in the kitchen, it starts to rain. They turn on the radio to hear panicked voices – ‘It’s in the rain . . . it’s in the rain . . . '
THE END OF THE WORLD WAS JUST THE BEGINNING . . .
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 . . ."
