Feel the Fear
Ruby Redfort: Undercover agent, code-cracker and thirteen-year-old genius.The fourth book in the scarily awesome Ruby Redfort series, by multi-million-copy bestselling author Lauren Child.This time Ruby must pit her wits against a seemingly invisible foe. How do you set your sights on catching a light-fingered villain if you can’t even see him…?
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First published in hardback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2014 First published in paperback in Great Britain by HarperCollins Childrenâs Books 2015 HarperCollins Childrenâs Books is a division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd,HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge StreetLondon SE1 9GFThe HarperCollins Childrenâs Books website address iswww.harpercollins.co.uk
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Source ISBN: 9780007334131
Ebook Edition © OCTOBER 2013 ISBN: 9780007586806 Version: 2015-07-29
Donât miss the previous Ruby Redfort adventures:
Ruby Redfort:Look Into My Eyes
Ruby Redfort:Take Your Last Breath
Ruby Redfort:Catch Your Death
âFearlessness is often regarded as one of the keys to freedom. But does fear not serve a purpose? Is this deeply primal emotion not there to guide us, to help us sidestep danger and prompt us to take a safer path?
The question should be asked: is it always a positive quality to be fearless?
Why do we fear fear?â
DR JOSEPHINE HONEYBONE, founder of the Heimlich Good Emotion Institute, from her thesis, The Worthy Emotion.
ONE BRIGHT SUNNY DAY IN OCTOBER, a woman looked up to see a five-year-old girl wriggle out of a tiny fifteenth-storey window. As far as the woman could make out, the child was lured by the desire to reach a yellow balloon that had become snagged on the ironwork of the buildingâs fire escape. The girl seemed unaware of the life-threatening drop that yawned beneath her and, without concern, edged forward on hands and knees. She paused when she encountered a hole in the rusting metal walkway â then put her hand through it as if to make sure the gap was real.
The woman on the sidewalk held her breath.
The child reached out across the void but could not quite grasp the long pink ribbon that tethered the balloon, and it gave a mocking nod, turning to reveal its printed smiley face. The girl, who was attending her cousinâs birthday, wondered if the balloon had floated in from some other celebration. Because this balloon was different from most: attached to its string was a brown paper tag, like an old-fashioned luggage label. The child began to wonder if the tag was a message, a greeting from some far-away place.
What was it trying to tell her?
All at once the little girl stood up quite straight â then she confidently stepped onto the metal beam that had once supported the fire escape floor, her fingers almost within touching distance of the balloon now, but not quite. For one whole minute the child stood completely still and then, very slowly, she took her hands from the safety rail, spread her arms wide like a tightrope walker might, and continued to pursue the balloon by stepping one foot exactly in front of the other along the narrow iron strut that jutted from the building.
The woman on the sidewalk gasped, unsure if she should call out, or if her cry might cause the girl to lose her balance and fall. She could neither run for help nor warn the child â so she just stood there rooted to the ground, waiting for tragedy to play out.
The girl, unaware of the womanâs dilemma, was interested only in the label tied to the balloonâs string.
