Aru Shah and the End of Time (Pandava Quartet, #1)

by Roshani Chokshi

And it stood to reason that if you were even a little bit divine, you should not have a unibrow.

“May all the doors you face in life swing open and never smack you in the butt as they close!”

In theory, a quest sounded awesome. But in reality, a whole lot of lives hung in the balance. Maybe that’s why superheroes wore capes. Maybe they weren’t actually capes at all, but safety blankets, like the one Aru kept at the bottom of her bed and pulled up under her chin before she went to sleep. Maybe superheroes just tied their blankies around their necks so they’d have a little bit of comfort wherever they went. Because honestly? Saving the world was scary. No harm admitting that. (And she could have done with her blankie right about then.)

“Miss, are those your feet?” “Are you serious?” “Does this job look like something that encourages humor?” Aru considered this. “No.”

“Dude, these are my feet. It’s not like I’m hiding cloven hooves.” “Why did you specify cloven hooves?” “It’s just a joke! That’s what we say in Georgia when we don’t like someone! And then we add Bless your heart after!”

Mini reached for a small pebble on the ground. “Um, Mini…?” And then she hurled it straight at the gigantic cauldron full of poison, hollering, “For science!!!”