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    Water Born – Rachel Ward

    “You need eyes in the back of your head with kids, don’t you? They’re there one minute, gone the next.  Someone nearby shouts and it brings me back to my sense. I look around and she’s not next to me. Nicola. I can’t work out where she is, but she can’t be far away. I only took my eyes off her for a second, didn’t I?” Nic has always been drawn to the water. At two and a half she nearly drowns, her parents and grandmother think its best to move away. Then as a teen she shows a natural talent for swimming, her parents aren’t happy but it makes…

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    Rachel Ward Blog Tour: When I Grow Up…

    Someone asked Neil Gaiman, the brilliant writer of ‘The Graveyard Book’ and many others, ‘I want to be an author when I grow up. Am I insane?’ His answer: ‘Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.’I’m 48. I’ve got a house, a car, a husband, two kids, a dog and four chickens. It sounds pretty grown up, right? And sometimes I feel pretty grown up too – when I pay my credit card bill or get someone in to unblock the drains or arrange travel insurance, Other times too, when I lose myself in looking after other people – when my kids are ill or unhappy or tired…

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    The Drowning – Rachel Ward

    “‘Stop. We need to stop. That’s it, everyone – we’ve done our best. I’m calling it. It’s four seventeen.’ I open my eyes. A raindrop hits my left eye, dead centre. O shut both eyes quickly. Careful now, I squint out. The rain keeps coming. Water bombs dropping out of a grey sky. There’s stuff in my mouth. Mud. Gravel.  I turn my head and spit.  There’s a face a metre from mine. Hair plastered on to his forehead in glistening snakes. Mouth, thin lips slightly apart, a trickle of water spilling out of the corner. Pale skin, streaked with mud. Eyes, closed, stunted eyelashes forming two stubby lines.  It’s…

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    The Chaos (Numbers #2) – Rachel Ward

    “The knock on the door comes early in the morning, just as its getting light. ‘Open up! Open up! We’ve got an Evacuation Order on these flats. Moving out in five minutes. Five minutes everybody!’ You can hear them going down the corridor, knocking on doors, repeating the same instructions over and over. I haven’t been asleep, but Nan nodded off in her chair, and now she jerks awake and curses.” When Adam and his Nan move back to London, he starts seeing the same number over and over and knowns that somethings up. Adam is just like his mum, they could both see the numbers – the dates of…