No matter what it takes, Sarah's desperate to escape from the numbers.
Always numbers. Sarah loves Adam, but can't bear the thought that every time he looks in her eyes, he can see her dying; can see her last day.
It's 2029. Two years since the Chaos. Sarah and Adam are struggling to survive. She knows he always envisioned them together "'til death do us part." But will a child come between them? The child she loves. The child he saved.
Little Mia was supposed to die that New Year's Day. The numbers don't lie. But somehow she changed her date. Mia's just a baby, oblivious to her special power. But ruthless people are hunting her down, determined to steal her secret.
Because everyone wants to live forever.
RACHEL WARD first won a writers' award at a regional arts festival, and her prize-winning short story turned into the opening chapter of NUMBERS, her breakout debut novel. The trilogy, which includes THE CHAOS and concludes with INFINITY, has sold more than half a million copies worldwide. Optioned in advance of publication, THE DROWNING is already in development as a major motion picture. Rachel lives in Bath, England, with her husband and their two children.
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\"Did you hear what
she said? Did you hear, Sarah?\"
\tMia did it again, \"Dada,\" and reached her
arms up toward him. He scooped her up and danced around with her, and it was like
he'd forgotten everything else, just for a minute. It reminded me why I loved him.
him, I remind myself now. Love, not loved. I love Adam Dawson.
\tIf I say it
often enough, think it often enough, perhaps I'll still believe it.
difficult if you know that when he looks in your eyes he can see you dying.
close my eyes and try to empty my head of it all, to let sleep wash over me and
blank me out, but everything's all mixed up: people, places, words, and numbers.
something about the way she says it, an edge. Like she's mocking me. I can't stand
\"I didn't ask for this, Sarah! I didn't ask for none of this. I never
wanted to see numbers! I never wanted all this death in my head, all this pain.\"
eyes are filling with tears, and Sarah's not looking at me. I know I'm ranting,
but I can't stop.
\"I'm eighteen, with a girlfriend and three children to
look after, a baby on the way, and no home and no food, and it's never gonna get
better. All I know is it's gonna end one day because I see the end everywhere, in
everyone, and I wish I didn't. It could all be over tomorrow or the next day, or
the next. Do you think I want this?\"
\"Do you think any of us want this?\"
And now my stomach's churning. If she's not on my side no more,
then I got nothing. But we have to go. It's not safe here."